Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 155
Facing the beauty, Zheng Jirong secretly became wary.

He whispered to the old master next to him: "Senior brother, be careful of those who come with bad intentions."

But at this time, the old master could not hear other people's voices. Ever since Ah Zhen appeared, all he could see was her figure.

Seeing him acting like a pig, Zheng Jirong whispered in his ear: "Senior brother!"

"Ok?"

The old master shuddered and turned to look at Zheng Jirong in confusion, "What's wrong, Ah Rong?"

"You know this woman?"

"Yes, she is the A-Zhen whose kite fell into the tree before and asked me to help her pick it up. She is very beautiful and elegant, right?"

After hearing this, Zheng Jirong put his arms around his shoulders and whispered: "Brother, think about it, how could a woman as beautiful as her fly a kite alone in the deep mountains and old forests? If you fly it once, it can be explained. But this time she put it on the top of the mountain, and the kite accidentally fell into our yard."

"hiss"

When the old master heard this, he immediately frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered: "Could it be..."

Seeing that he understood what he meant, Zheng Jirong patted the old master on the back happily, not having to explain so much to you in vain.

"Did she always secretly have a crush on me, so she took advantage of the kite to get close to me?!"

"what?"

Zheng Jirong's hand that was patting the old master's back suddenly froze. He couldn't help leaning his upper body and looking at the old master. He's a bitch, isn't he?
He straightened the old master's body and said, "That's not what I meant, senior brother!"

"No need to explain. It is inevitable that my appearance will attract some wild bees and butterflies. By the way, Ah Rong, what do you think the name of Ah Zhen and my future child would be?"

"Brother, please wake up, I mean this bitch doesn't look like a good person!"

"No way?" The old master shook his head and said: "Ah Rong, you are too conceited. Why can't she like me? Don't look at me like this now. Your senior brother and I were also very handsome when I was young. Tell me, you might If you don’t believe it, a TV station once invited me to play [Chu Liuxiang]!”

"Well, I believe this."

Seeing that he was determined to feed the devil with his body, Zheng Jirong stopped trying to persuade him. At this time, Ah Zhen walked up to the two of them, glanced at Zheng Jirong calmly, and then rubbed the side of her ear. He smiled at the old master and said, "What a coincidence, master. My kite accidentally fell in just now. I didn't expect that this is the Wulongyuan where you practice."

"Azhen, why are you doing this?"

The old master handed the kite in front of A Zhen. When she reached out to take it, the old master held her hand and said affectionately: "I understand what you mean. I will go back now and tell the master that I want to return to secular life and come down the mountain!"

Snapped!
Before the old master finished speaking, Ah Zhen slapped him face to face.

"Dirty!"

Ah Zhen threw away the kite in his hand, glared at the old master, turned around and left.

The old master covered his face and said in surprise: "Azhen, are you serious?"

He hurriedly ran up and explained: "Azhen, please don't leave. If you don't like going down the mountain, then we can live on the mountain. We eat the tofu made by our senior brother during the day, and I will eat your tofu at night."

Snapped!
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he received another slap on the other half of his face, which sent the old master flying several meters away.

Seeing this powerful and heavy slap, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but touch his cheek. This witch was really cruel.

It's a pity that A Zhen still couldn't leave. As soon as she left the hospital, Xiao Wen grabbed her hand and prayed: "Sister, can you stay? Our hospital is recruiting people. Please stay with me."

After hearing Xiao Wen's words, the old master who was still lying on the ground pretending to be a thinker quickly got up and came over with a smile: "Yes, Ah Zhen, just stay here for Xiao Wen's sake."

Ah Zhen glared at him, squatted down and touched Xiao Wen's head and said, "Why do you want a woman like me to stay in a temple?"

"Come be a wet nurse!"

Master Changmei and others walked out of the backyard. He grinned with only one front tooth left and said with a smile: "This young lady has a sky-high forehead and a spiritual light in her eyes. Immortals are reincarnated and gods descend to earth! Why don't you stay here?" How is Xiaowen’s wet nurse?”

Zheng Jirong, who was behind everyone, touched his chin and felt that these words sounded familiar.

Ah Zhen glanced at the people in the Oolong Courtyard who were trying to keep her, raised her eyebrows and shook off Xiao Wen's hand, "Sorry, I'm not interested in being a wet nurse."

After speaking, he went out.

After Xiaowen saw this, he took Master Changmei's hand and begged: "Master, please leave my sister quickly. After my sister stays, I will eat well and sleep well."

Changmei touched Xiaowen's head and said to Ah Zhen: "Then you can be whatever you want, and the salary will still be paid to you, as long as you coax Xiaowen well."

After Ah Zhen heard this, her steps slowed down. She turned her head and glanced at everyone. After thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "Then let's talk about the terms."

"yeah!!!"

After hearing this, Xiao Wen and Old Master rolled around happily, and even Master Changmei grinned.

Zheng Jirong walked up to Changmei and whispered, "Master, this woman has unknown origins and may have ulterior motives."

Changmei patted his arm and said with a smile: "As long as Xiaowen and the others are happy, don't worry about so much."

"Well" Zheng Jirong looked at the old master who was always smiling next to him. Thinking of the old man's terrifying fighting power, it seemed that there was nothing to worry about, so he nodded and said, "What the master said is absolutely true."

"By the way, Ah Rong, why do you call me master? Did I say I would accept you as my apprentice?" Changmei rubbed his head and asked in confusion.

After hearing this, Zheng Jirong hugged Changmei's shoulders and said with a smile: "Xiaowen and Xiaolong have already recognized me as their eldest brother. If you are their master, you are also my master." "Hey? Then wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? You haven’t kowtowed to me yet!”

Boom!
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inside the house.

"Although I am a wet nurse, I don't breastfeed."

"There is also a salary of 3000 yuan per month, and you work six hours a day. If you work more than the time, you will be considered as overtime, which is [-] yuan per hour!"

Zheng Jirong shook his head after hearing such an unreasonable request. This witch really dared to mention it. The people in Wulongyuan are so poor that they eat tofu every day, and they still earn 3000 yuan per hour?

You said three thousand, just three thousand? !
After he finished complaining secretly, he suddenly found that the master and others all turned their heads to look at him.

The old master rubbed his palms and said with a smile: "Ah Rong, look at this remuneration thing."

"No, senior brother, I don't drink milk."

Just after Zheng Jirong finished speaking, he found that his trousers had been pulled down again. Xiao Wen raised his head and looked at him and said pitifully: "Brother, you said you would take me to eat and drink in the future."

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After patting Xiao Wen's little head, Zheng Jirong raised his head and said to Ah Zhen, "Okay, just thirty thousand."

After saying that, he took out [-] Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Take some of it, and any more will be treated as a tip from me!"

Ah Zhen saw the money on the table. He was startled and then slowly said with a strange expression: "I'm talking about Taiwan dollars, but of course Hong Kong dollars are better. It's up to you to tip more."

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Early morning in Wulongyuan.

Back Mountain.

Bang!
The senior brother raised his stick to intercept Zheng Jirong's oncoming knife, then used his foot force to get close to Zheng Jirong in an instant, and pushed him seven or eight meters away with a leaning stick.

"Arong, your sword skills are only for offense but not defense. It's fine against ordinary people, but it's not enough against masters."

Zheng Jirong rubbed his chest and grinned: "No, Senior Brother, your movement is so fast that even I can't keep up."

"That's true, but don't worry. At your age, my skills are far inferior to yours."

Holding Senior Brother's hand and getting up from the ground, Zheng Jirong dusted off the leaves on his body and said, "Senior Brother, if you really want to comfort me, please turn on a small stove for me at noon."

"Okay! We won't eat tofu for lunch today!"

"Oh?"

Zheng Jirong suddenly felt energetic. He had been eating tofu for two or three days, and now he felt the taste of tofu in his mouth no matter who he talked to.

"Then what shall we have for lunch?"

"Eat dried tofu!"

"Depend on"

Picking up the wooden knife from the ground, Zheng Jirong touched the crack on the knife. In the past few days, his senior brother had sparred with each other more than a dozen times, but not once had he managed to get through fifteen moves in his hand. Moreover, the old master said that the senior brother was not the strongest. The stick technique, but the dragon claw hand that has been studied for decades!

Glancing at the kind-hearted senior brother in front of him who looked exactly like Pudu Cihang, Zheng Jirong sighed lightly. He used to be a king in Hong Kong Island, but he didn't expect that after coming to Wulongyuan, he couldn't beat anyone. Only the two younger ones could bully him. Bullying, as for the old master who seems to be a coward, he has a light skill that can jump seven or eight meters out of thin air. I don’t know how this old boy can practice it.

In the courtyard.

Zheng Jirong was naked from the waist up, and threw his soaked sweatshirt into the wooden basin next to the well, and then poured a bucket of well water into the basin.

Life in the mountains is really hard. He, a billionaire and a corporate boss, has to wash his clothes with his own hands.

Speaking of which, he has almost never washed his own clothes since he came to this world. When he used to set up a stall, his dirty clothes were all washed by Amei, let alone after he moved in with Amei.

Thinking of Amei, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. This girl hadn't seen him for several days, so she must be thinking about herself every night.

At this time, another figure suddenly squatted down in front of him. Ah Zhen took the clothes away from his hands and said while rubbing them: "If you rub it hard like you do, the clothes will be damaged. You have to do it gently like me." .”

Zheng Jirong glanced at Ah Zhen who was concentrating on washing clothes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you trying to please me?"

"To please you?"

Ah Zhen stopped what he was doing, looked at Zheng Jirong strangely and said, "What is there about you that I can please?"

"Then why are you rushing to wash my clothes?"

Ah Zhen chuckled and said, "I just hope you won't be so hostile to me. You put on a bad face every time you see me, which affects my mood at work."

"Haha", Zheng Jirong shrugged after hearing this, leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "I know what you are going to do."

After saying that, he shook off the water stains on his hands and stood up and said, "Remember to rub your collar and sleeves a few more times. I'll give you a tip after they're clean."

Watching his leaving figure, Ah Zhen's face was filled with uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)