Chapter 895 Long Blessed Ancestor (11)
"What the hell..."
When he got up in the morning, Zhou Shishi saw the note on the table, muttered something in a low voice, and then put the weight of the money on it.
"Mom..."
He talked to himself, and finally laughed to himself.
"I was thrown into the trash can when I was born, where the hell did I get my mother from."
After saying that, he casually crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can. Looking at the neatness of the room, he silently sat back on the sofa, his straight and slender legs crossed on the coffee table, and the curtains moved with the sound of the wind. With a flick of the eye, a ray of sunlight squeezed in through the gap and hit the man's face.
He raised his head, his slender white neck was full of lines, and his black hair was parted to reveal his plump and smooth forehead. He looked sideways at the dazzling white light seeping out from the thick curtains, and then stretched out. A sexy low voice came from her throat.
After lazily getting up, the man took a shower and washed himself. After changing into the same loose and hooded casual clothes, he picked up the guitar that was leaning in the corner and went out.
There was a sound on the door, and Aowu appeared from the corner.
He walked forward and looked at the untouched money on the coffee table, frowning in dissatisfaction.
"Little bastard, this is nothing like your mother."
That guy Zhou Ye doesn't know how to be polite. He takes what he's given and robs him if he wants. Who cares where the money comes from.
I never thought about having a son, but I still have some principles.
Aowu didn't think much, and immediately Qian followed Zhou Shishi's footsteps and chased him out.
He is now considered a fallen star. Even if he has fallen to this point because he was hidden in the snow, he is still a person with fans. Not all of these fans are rational fans. If he meets one or two paranoid and crazy people, he will probably be able to advance in this life. it's over.
The ancestor just asked Aowu to take care of him. The meaning of taking care of him was to let him eat well and drink well so that he could live forever. Let him have any other career prospects. Anyway, Aowu is a dragon, and dragons have plenty of money.
Thinking like this, Aowu saw Zhou Shisi waving and getting into a taxi.
The car flashed past his eyes, and he hurriedly walked to a parked car on the roadside, knocked on the window, and without waiting for the driver inside to ask, he directly stuffed a wad of money into it.
"Help me chase the car, will you?" The driver looked at the colorful and attractive money, and was stunned for three seconds, then nodded.
"Do it."
Just like that, Aowu chased the taxi and turned into a narrow and remote commercial alley.
He looked at that striking figure and got out of the car and left.
"Master, let me ask, what kind of shops are in this alley?"
The driver smiled and looked at Aowu.
"Young people don't know this? This is a famous bar street in our city. People come here early in the morning. The person you are following still has a guitar. Is he a resident singer?"
Aowu nodded and threw a wad of money over with his backhand.
"Thank you."
He got out of the car, leaving the driver who was stunned by the 20,000 yuan to stop in place, holding a wad of money in one hand, and it took him a while to taste it.
"Tsk tsk tsk... The second generation of rich people are really rich."
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The closed bar in front of me is called "miu".
Aowu looked up and was about to push the door open when he was stopped by a burly man with tattoos on his arms at the door.
"What are you doing!!"
His tone was even more arrogant and fierce, and he looked like he was running the bar.
Aowu was pushed away like a little chicken. After staggering a step, he stared at the ugly human in front of him in disbelief.
(End of chapter)