Summoning the Crown of the Elf

Zhou Binhong did not interrupt the girl's thoughts, but turned his head to the side and glanced at the orange cat resting in the yard outside.

He was also worried that this guy would roll over and fall down.

I remember that the last time the fat cat fell into the pond, it was a waste of effort for him to pick it up.

Even if you can't swim, you have the nerve to learn from others and go fishing.

He swore last time that if the fat cat dared to go down again to fish for the old man's favorite red carp, he would tie up the fat cat, put the fish in a pot where it couldn't reach, and starve it to death.

But the old man also feels sorry for this guy, and probably won't let him do this.

Zhou Binhong felt that this strategy might not work.

He should go and buy another cat for the old man, what kind of puppet, English short, the kind that looks cute is definitely more favored than this fat orange cat. It's not that you can bully how you want to bully...

While Zhou Binhong was wandering in the sky, Zhou Zixin had already finished his breakfast quickly, got up and walked towards the room on the second floor.

Zhou Binhong turned his head, glanced at the girl who hurried up the arc-shaped stairs, and thought flashed across his eyes.

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Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket

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"What are you thinking about?"

After watching Zhou Zixin get into the car, Nie Xiangwei walked back into the house, and saw her husband who was always at ease, but now he was frowning.

Zhou Binhong turned his head to look at his wife, and said with some thought: "Help me check the information of Zhou Yao Group."

Zhou Yao Group?

That seems to be a company in Shanghai, right?Why did such a company suddenly come into Zhou Binhong's sight?

But Nie Xiangwei didn't ask any more questions, just nodded quickly, got up and went back to the room.

On the other hand, Zhou Binhong flicked the ash and extinguished the cigarette in his hand. After thinking for a while, he still walked to the room on the second floor.

"dad."

Pushing open the door and entering, Zhou Binhong's mouth twitched as he saw the contented old man in the study.

The old man's temple hair was already gray, but he did not dye it black. Although the years had left traces on his body, his relaxed posture still seemed to be in power.

As if hearing Zhou Binhong's voice, the old man in the study suddenly turned around with a smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Binhong didn't answer, but quietly walked in front of the old man with a slightly dark complexion.

The old man looked at his son in surprise.

But Zhou Binhong did not intend to give up at all, his eyes were fixed on the old man's left hand under the desk.

As if seeing through his son's intentions, the old man quickly took his left hand up from under the desk, but there was nothing in his hand that Zhou Binhong expected.

Zhou Binhong immediately took another step to the side, but the old man quickly blocked it with his body.

"—"

Zhou Binhong asked with a stern face, "Did you just drink?"

"What to drink?" The old man looked blank.

"—"

Zhou Binhong sighed, and said: "Forget it, Xiangwei didn't see it either, Dad, you can drink it if you want."

The old man smiled when he heard the words, and poked his hand under the table again, and immediately a pot of burning knives was placed on the table.

Looking at his father's skillful posture, Zhou Binhong sighed in his heart.

"This is the last time of the month!"

"Yeah." The old man smiled, "It will be September in two days."

"—"

Zhou Binhong felt his head hurt a little.

He felt that it was better to let his wife handle this kind of matter.

But soon he remembered the purpose of coming here, and said in a not too relaxed tone: "Dad, Zi Xin said that she bought a mini dragon egg."

Hearing Zhou Binhong's words, the old man just held the jug to his mouth, took a sip, and then said in a flat tone: "It's not up to them to make decisions about the devil's capital."

Zhou Binhong was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and said with a relieved smile, "Okay."

Then, under the slightly astonished gaze of the old man, he skillfully opened the drawer of the desk, and took two of the special cigarettes in his hands in a natural and smooth movement.

"Then dad, wait for me to call Xiangwei to come."

"—"

Seeing that Zhou Binhong took away the two cigarettes that he managed to find secretly before leaving, the old man shook his head helplessly, and took another sip of the burning knife.

"Stinky boy."

Putting down the jug, he glanced at the slightly pleasant sky outside the study window, but the old man's eyes were not cloudy.