Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 895 Ancestor Wanfu (11)

"What the hell..."

Zhou Sisi, who woke up in the morning, saw the note on the table, muttered something in a low voice, and immediately put the weight of the money on it.

"Mother……"

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 come from."

After speaking, he crumpled the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can. Seeing that the room was neat and tidy, he sat back on the sofa silently, with two straight and slender legs crossed on the coffee table, and the curtains followed the wind. With a flick, a ray of sunlight squeezed in from the gap and hit the man's face.

He raised his head, his slender and fair neck was full of lines, and the black broken hair was parted to reveal a full and smooth forehead. He looked sideways at the dazzling white light seeping out from the thick curtains, and then stretched his waist, A sexy low-pitched voice came out of his throat.

Getting up lazily, the man casually took a shower and washed himself. After changing into casual clothes with the same loose hood, he picked up the guitar that was leaning against the corner and went out.

There was a knock on the door, and Aowu appeared from the corner.

He walked up to look at the untouched money on the coffee table, frowning dissatisfied.

"Little brat, this is not like your mother."

That person Zhou Ye didn't know how to be polite, he took what he gave, and took it if he wanted it, who cares about the origin of the money.

There is still some principle in wanting to have a son.

Aww, without thinking too much, Qian followed in the footsteps of Zhou Shisi and chased him out.

He is considered a fallen star now, even if he fell here because of being hidden by the snow, he still has fans. Not all of these fans are rational fans. 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 and drink so that he would live forever, and let him have any other career prospects. Anyway, Aowu is a dragon. Dragons have plenty of money.

Thinking of this, Wuwu saw Zhou Shisi waving and got into a taxi.

The car flashed past his eyes quickly, and he hurriedly walked to a parked car on the side of the road, knocked on the window, and before the driver inside asked him, he stuffed a wad of money into it.

"Help me chase the car, can you?"

The driver looked at the full and attractive money, was stunned for three seconds, and then nodded.

"Dry."

Just like that, Aowu chased the taxi all the way to a narrow and remote commercial alley.

He watched the outstanding figure get out of the car and leave.

"Master, let me ask, what kind of shops are there 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. It came early in the morning. The guy you're following is still holding a guitar, isn't he a resident singer?"

Aww nodded, and threw a wad of money backhanded.

"Thank you."

He got out of the car, leaving a driver who was stunned by 2 yuan to stop, holding a wad of money in one hand, and it took a long time to feel the smell.

"Tsk tsk tsk... the rich second generation is really rich."

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The closed bar in front of us is called "miu".

Aowu looked up, just about to push the door to go in, but was stopped by a burly man with tattoos all over his arms at the door.

"What are you doing!!"

The tone was even more brutal and fierce, and it looked like a bar propping up the table.

Aowu was pushed away like a chicken, and after a staggered step, he stared at the ugly human in front of him in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)