surnamed Wang

The lunch was very rich, Wang Gingquan cooked two bowls of rice, and his stomach was full.

During the dinner, when Liao Yuanzheng talked about interesting things from the past, he couldn't help mentioning Wang Bingquan's deceased grandfather, and finally he couldn't help but sigh for a while.

On the contrary, Wang Gangquan took it easy, and it didn't affect the meal at all, and he would comfort the other party with words from time to time.

Finally, when it comes to Wang Bingquan and Liao Huanyan's childhood, the originally high-spirited young people began to languish instead, and they made casual remarks in a perfunctory manner.

Ever since he woke up, he has consciously or unintentionally kept a distance from girls of the same age, not because he is arrogant, but because he always feels that these little girls are too young, so young that they are a bit naive.

After dinner, Liao Yuanzheng took his wife out for a walk, and there were only two young people left at home.

Liao Huanyan was indeed not as lawless as she was when she was a child, she spoke slowly and did not take Wang Gangquan's attitude to heart.

The two were chatting with each other, and the little girl who took the initiative to get into the car with the traffickers was admitted to one of the top universities in the dynasty.

Judging by her conversation, she has indeed grown a lot in these years, much better than Wang Quanquan who is just dawdling all day long.

The young man was thinking about how to find an excuse to say goodbye when the room suddenly started shaking. He stopped and looked at the water glass on the table, the water surface was trembling.

"earthquake?"

Liao Huanyan looked strange, as far as she knew, the capital was not next to the earthquake zone at all.

The tremor lasted only a few seconds. When the TV was turned on, similar reports came out. The center of the earthquake was located underground in the imperial city. The magnitude was not large, and there were no casualties.

There are also many discussions on this matter on the Internet. Some people who claim to be Feng Shui masters say that the dragon's energy has shifted, and some say that it is the predicted end of the world.

Wang Gangquan took the opportunity to get up and said:

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

"Stay for dinner."

"No, I have something else to do."

Leaving Liao's house, Wang Bingquan subconsciously counted, and the more he counted, the more he frowned.

"It's really weird, there is no root or fate."

……

In the sky above the capital city, a purple-bearded immortal hides behind the clouds, accompanied by an immortal official dressed as a civil servant.

"Tianzun, what happened to the earthquake just now?"

"The shock caused by the battle of the holy spirit."

"Even Jiuyuan will be affected?"

"Not only Jiuyuan, but the whole time will be affected. Regardless of the past or the future, this matter is related to all creatures in the world. Once the battle is defeated, the only thing waiting for us is the collapse of the world."

The purple-bearded immortal's voice is not loud, but his words are like thunder. He is the highest god in charge of the Nine Abyss Thunder Department, and his status is transcendent, but he is still helpless in the face of such a catastrophe.

Jiuyuan was originally a prison, and they were just jailers.

Ten thousand years ago, the war of extermination of spirits ended, the sinful souls were dispatched to this world, and Jiuyuan lacked spiritual power, these people were equivalent to losing the qualifications for cultivation.

Although it is impossible to see the whole picture of the world, it is not necessarily a bad thing to be confused from birth to death all one's life. However, the root cause of the disaster that was not eradicated thousands of years ago finally counterattacked wildly, resulting in an even greater catastrophe today.

The immortal glanced at the direction of the capital, and said to himself:
"I hope everything comes in time."

After saying that, he rolled up the clouds and flew towards the Heavenly Palace.

……

Early on Sunday morning, Wang Gingquan was woken up by a phone call from Liu Heng, who was afraid that he would leave him behind.

Knowing that Wang Gangquan was in the dormitory, he hung up the phone and drove to the school.

Within an hour, there was a roar downstairs, and the students stretched their heads out of the window one after another, and found a guy in a bag holding a bouquet of flowers standing there, beside an eye-catching sports car.

Although this kind of scene is rare, it is not uncommon, but it is the first time to wait for someone downstairs in the boys' dormitory. Could it be that this rich young man likes different tastes?

While everyone was discussing, Wang Gangquan walked downstairs with a black line on his forehead, and looked at Liu Heng with a happy face, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Can you keep a low profile?"

"It's low-key enough for me."

As Liu Heng said, he handed over the flowers in his hand, "Help hold them, I'll tidy up my clothes."

He deliberately wore a white suit today, which was expensive.

When the onlookers saw him handing the flowers to a boy, they immediately exploded:
"Damn, it's true, he's confessing to a man."

"Who is the guy who was confessed?"

"It seems to be the power of the king."

"Amazing my brother..."

There was a lot of noise above, and Wang Gangquan vaguely heard some discussions. He took the bouquet expressionlessly and said loudly on purpose:

"I agree!"

Liu Heng didn't know what happened, he straightened his tie and said:

"This is for Zhou Xiaohua, you should handle it carefully."

The students above are already having an orgasm, and they all look excited:

"It looks like tonight will be a fierce battle."

"What kind of eyes does Kuo Shao have? He actually looks at a man with no two flesh and blood."

"Yo, jealous? Don't you already have Brother Long?"

There are really like-minded people among the co-authors.

Liu Heng still didn't realize that his reputation had been discredited. After finishing his hair, he said:

"Let's go, Zhou Xiaohua should be anxious for a while."

Wang Gangquan squeezed out a smile, turned his head and waved the bouquet in the direction of the dormitory building, then lowered his head and got into the car.

The sports car roared and ran away, but behind it was a lot of cursing:
"Damn, it turned out to be green tea."

"It's really a villain's success, no, it's hemorrhoids."

……

On the way, Liu Heng kept talking about the situation of Zhou Xiaohua's family, which was almost every detail.

Zhou Xiaotong was born in a scholarly family. His grandmother is a retired professor of history at Qingwen University. His grandfather is a famous calligrapher. Liu Heng’s original work hangs in Liu Heng’s hometown. It’s a pity that the old man is old and passed away a few years ago.

Zhou Xiaohua's father was teaching mathematics at another university, and her mother was in charge of managing a restaurant, which was the one the two went to not long ago.

Seeing Liu Heng talking excitedly about Zhou Xiaotong, Wang Bingquan's eyes gradually became strange, he interrupted him suddenly and said:

"Fatty Liu, what are Zhou Xiaohua's measurements?"

Liu Heng was taken aback, "How would I know this?"

Immediately after reacting, "Why are you asking this?"

"It's okay, just to make sure you are not a pervert."

Under Liu Heng's desperate driving skills, they arrived in the center of the capital in half an hour. It was still the ancient city, and a magnificent courtyard stood in front of them.

A plaque hangs above the vermilion gate, on which are written the two big characters of "Zhoufu", which are vigorous and powerful.

The three characters "Zhou Hongfei" are inscribed in cursive script on the lower left foot of the plaque, presumably it was written by Zhou Xiaotong's grandfather.

The moment Wang Gingquan looked up at the plaque, Liu Heng knocked on the door impatiently.

"Come on!"

A crisp sound came from inside, and a moment later, the heavy wooden door was opened, and Zhou Xiaotong appeared in front of the two wearing an apron.

Looking at the woman dressed at home, Liu Heng's eyes were straightened, and the flowers prepared in his hand had not been sent out for a long time.

Wang Quanquan kicked him at the right time, and said with a smile:

"It's too much trouble, please don't mind, classmate Zhou."

"where."

Zhou Xiaotong smiled softly, and turned to look at Liu Heng. The latter reacted at this moment, and handed out the bouquet in his hand, his face flushed.

"Student Zhou, this is for you...our family."

At the critical moment, he still didn't show his face.

... (end of this chapter)