Chapter 427 The Old Bachelor
“Stop farting! What are you thinking about in your head all day long?”
Lan He was arguing crazily, “You don’t know the background under the peonies. "
"Oh? Is this organization very powerful? "
Feng Lin only knows that they are a killer organization and doesn't know much about other things.
"Have you noticed that most of the masters you have met are old men, and you rarely see old ladies."
Lan He's voice came from the mobile phone.
"Yes, indeed."
Feng Lin nodded. Although men are indeed superior to women in terms of physical fighting ability, there are too few masters among female elders.
“If you look at the young female geniuses around you, the total number is certainly not as much as that of men, but there should be quite a few, right?”
Lan He continued to ask.
"Yes, just a few of the dead ones are far superior to ordinary people."
Feng Lin replied.
"Then tell me, where have these once proud women gone?"
After Lan He said so much, he came to the main topic again.
"They...is it possible?"
Feng Lin's eyes widened.
“Of course some people get married and have children, but more people choose to continue practicing because they look down on the men around them, and over time, they all grow old.”
Lan He smiled Said, "There are many women like this among Peony Flowers."
"You can explain so much, but you still don't covet other people's bodies? You are despicable."
Feng Lin curled his lips.
"You know nothing, there are so many hidden masters in China who are unwilling to join the country. Now that their former goddess has joined, what will they do?"
Lan River said over there.
“So that’s the truth.”
Feng Lin suddenly realized.
"I have a task for you. Come to my house immediately. I have made an appointment to talk to them."
Lan He said there.
"What should I do?" Feng Lin rolled his eyes.
"After all, we belong to the country. Since we are chatting with them, we naturally have to show corresponding strength."
Lan He paused and continued, "Old Zheng will come over to support the show. The younger generation is naturally you.”
"What identity do I use? The death doctor or me, Feng Lin?"
Feng Lin plans to go back anyway, so it doesn't matter if he goes there.
"Use the identity of the death doctor. It will be more recognizable and it will not affect your identity as Feng Lin."
Lan He thought for a while and said.
"Okay, I'll go over now."
Feng Lin nodded.
......
At the same time, several women were sitting in the back seat of a Buick gl8 chatting.
Among them, Du Zilan is sitting here, looking at the woman beside her with a smile.
Although his face is wrinkled and his hair is gray, he gives people a unique charm.
"Aunt Zhang, I still want to thank you. I thought it would be very difficult, but I didn't expect that with just a phone call, the country would accept us."
Du Zilan smiled and grabbed the woman's hand.
This woman’s name is Zhang Yuhe. She followed her when she was in the island country.
However, Du Zilan wanted to practice alone and did not want her to help.
So she has been waiting in the hotel.
"It's okay." Zhang Yuhe shook his head gently.
“Haha!”
At this time, an old smile came from the person sitting in the back row.
This is also an older woman.
However, there are relatively few wrinkles on her face, except for some wrinkles at the corners of her mouth.
She has long black hair and the skin on her face is a bit saggy, but it can also be seen that she was once a beautiful woman.
She wore sunglasses and peony-shaped earrings on her ears.
Compared to Zhang Yuhe, she is more fashionable.
This person’s name is Wei Wei, and he is also a master at Peony Flower.
"Aunt Wei, why are you laughing?"
Du Zilan turned around and asked.
"Do you know who Sister Zhang called?" Wei Wei asked with a smile.
"I know, he is a big shot in Wujiang. I heard his name is Zheng Wenwen." Du Zilan replied.
"Yes, do you know the relationship between Zheng Wenwen and Sister Zhang?"
Wei Wei took off her sunglasses and asked with a smile. "Wei Wei! That's enough."
Zhang Yuhe turned around and glared at her.
Du Zilan became more and more curious. She had a gossipy expression on her face: "Aunt Wei, what's the relationship?"
"It's Sister Zhang's spare tire." Wei Wei smiled said.
"I wiped it? Real or fake?" Du Zilan looked at Zhang Yuhe in shock.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. Zheng Wenwen is a good man." Zhang Yuhe explained, "He is my senior brother."
"He is a dull senior brother. He always thinks about his talented junior sister and does not dare to express his feelings. He has been silently dedicated .”
< br>Wei Wei said with a smile, "You are now seventy or eighty years old, and you are still an old bachelor."
"Wow!"
Du Zilan smiled and hugged Zhang Yuhe's arm, "Awesome Ah Aunt Zhang.”
At this moment, Zhang Yuhe's phone rang.
She picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was Zheng Wenwen's call. She immediately answered the call, "Senior brother."
"Haha! Senior...Sister, are you...arriving?"< br>
Zheng Wenwen was known for his severity in Wujian, or Base.
Everyone knows that he has always had a bad temper.
But now, his speech was nervous and sporadic.
Du Zilan and Wei Wei both transcended the divine realm and could hear everything clearly.
"We have already arrived at Yun City, and we still have two hours to go to Jiang City." Zhang Yuhe asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"This time... ahem, The death doctor will also come, I wonder if you have heard of it?"
Zheng Wenwen asked with a smile.
"What?"
Du Zilan was still covering her mouth and smiling, but when she heard this, she immediately stopped smiling.
She already knew that Feng Lin was the death doctor.
If you just show up as the boss under the peonies, wouldn't that mean that Feng Lin knows that you are Du Qingyu's mother?
Du Zilan lowered his head and felt a little short of breath.
It’s over!
It’s over!
“I’ve heard that we were all killers in the past, so we naturally know the name of the death doctor.”
Zhang Yuhe said with a smile, “It’s a good time to meet and chat.”
"Okay! Okay! Hang up first, I'm already here."
Zheng Wenwen said with a smile.
“Okay!”
Zhang Yuhe hung up the phone.
Wei Wei, who was sitting in the back row, burst out laughing.
"Stop laughing! Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yuhe looked at Du Zilan next to him.
"I...Aunt Zhang, can I hide my identity?"
Du Zilan's expression was a little embarrassed, "This time you and Aunt Wei have done enough."
"How can this be done? After all, you are our nominal boss. If you don't show up, you are not giving face to the other party."
Zhang Yuhe asked flatly.
"I...I pretended to be an ordinary team member, and you said that the boss was seriously injured and was recovering at home, so he wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin."
Du Zilan's smile was a little embarrassed.
"Xiao Du, what's wrong with you?" Wei Wei asked, laying her head in front of her.
"I... will talk about it later."
Du Zilan immediately took a mask under a peony flower from his body and put it on his face.
...
Feng Lin bought a ticket to Jiang City.
We arrived at Jiang City exactly at 12 noon.
He took a taxi and came to the manor in Lanhe.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Lan He and Zheng Wenwen drinking tea.
"I'm not late, am I?"
Feng Lin walked over with a smile.
“No, they haven’t arrived yet.”
Lan He stood up and said with a smile.
"Old Zheng, you are fine."
Feng Lin walked towards Zheng Wenwen with a smile, thanks to Lao Zheng's reminder last time.
After all, Feng Lin owed him a favor.
“It’s okay.”
Zheng Wenwen was holding tea, and the water in the teacup was shaking out.
(End of this chapter)