The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 32 Jewelry Store Information
The reason why he gave up this idea was because Wu Xiuping was right next to him.

Anyway, this Qu Wuxin is also Wu Xiuping's junior, if Qu Wuxin is refined into a ghost in front of him and used by him, Wu Xiuping doesn't know if he will draw his sword against him.

Although Yang Wenhao no longer takes Wu Xiuping seriously, at least he has to show some face.

It is not a good thing to have one more friend and one less enemy.

So let's talk about refining the imps later.

At this time, Wu Xiuping turned his head and said to Yang Wenhao: "Yang Xiaoyou, I will take away my junior brother's body first, and I will contact you after other matters."

"Okay." Yang Wenhao nodded.

Wu Xiuping took Qu Wuxin's body away, leaving only Yang Wenhao and Leng Ruoran in his arms in the huge living room.

Looking at the cold Ruoran who seemed to be asleep in his arms, Yang Wenhao sighed softly.

It's a pity that such an opportunity is missed, but it's a pity that he is not a person who takes advantage of others' dangers.

He put Leng Ruoran in the bedroom first, and then cleaned the blood in the living room.

After finishing everything to stop vomiting, Yang Wenhao chose to go back.

Now that the mission objectives have been resolved, there is no need for Yang Wenhao to stay here anymore.

The next day, because Yang Wenhao's father, Yang Wentian, was leaving, Yang Wenhao had no choice but to ask for leave to see him off.

Before leaving, Yang Wentian suddenly hugged Yang Wenhao: "Speaking of son, how is your relationship with Xiaoying?"

Regarding Yang Wentian's question, Yang Wenhao was a little confused, so he said, "What else can I do, let's just do that."

When Yang Wentian heard this, his expression was a little bit bad: "Let me tell you, Xiaoying is so beautiful, you have to start early."

"What is it?" Yang Wenhao looked at Yang Wentian speechlessly.

Even if he has no blood relationship with Yang Ying, but you, a father, can't do this.

"You know what shit." Yang Wentian scolded, "This is called fat water not flowing into outsiders' fields."

"It's so rich that it doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders." The corners of Yang Wenhao's mouth trembled, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Let me tell you, it may take a long time before I come back after I leave this time." Yang Wentian said: "You have to work hard, Xiaoying is a good boy."

Yang Wenhao looked at Yang Wentian, not knowing what to say.

Yang Wentian still didn't give up, and said: "If it doesn't work, let's cook the cooked rice. As for Xiaoying's mother, I'll talk about it."

"Yes, yes, please go." For some reason, Yang Wenhao wished for the first time that his father would leave quickly, even if he slowed down.

"You brat, your old man taught you to seize the opportunity, you are just like this." Yang Wentian gave Yang Wenhao a glare.

The time was almost up, even if Yang Wentian wanted to say [-] words, he couldn't help it, so he had to give Yang Wenhao a few looks at the end to let Yang Wenhao feel it.

As for Yang Wenhao, he had already forgotten about it.

Back at school, just after a class, Leng Ruoran called her to the office.

Yang Wenhao stood in front of Leng Ruoran: "Mr. Leng, are you looking for me?"

"Yesterday." Leng Ruoran didn't know what to say, and let out a soft breath: "Why did you leave yesterday?"

Regarding what happened yesterday, Leng Ruoran lost consciousness because he took the ecstasy drug, so basically he didn't know what happened.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed, and it was the next day, and Yang Wenhao had disappeared.

Yang Wenhao smiled lightly and said: "The teacher was probably too tired yesterday and fell asleep on the sofa, so I carried the teacher to the bed, and then I went home."

Hearing Yang Wenhao's words, Leng Ruoran's pretty face showed a blush: "Maybe the teacher is really too tired. Since I didn't mend it yesterday, let's continue today."

"Ah?" Yang Wenhao opened his mouth wide.

"What are you?" Leng Ruoran was a little dissatisfied when she saw Yang Wenhao like this: "You are still like this when I give you extra lessons, let alone, but you said you want to make up lessons."

Yang Wenhao scratched his head: "It seems that I did say it, but teacher, can you stop making it up, I know it all."

Making up lessons yesterday was just an excuse, if he went to Leng Ruoran's house to make up lessons every day, wouldn't he be able to have fun with his good brother Wang Xin?

Leng Ruoran glared at Yang Wenhao, with a stern face: "Nonsense, just wait honestly after school today, this lesson is scheduled."

"Hey." Yang Wenhao had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

After school, Yang Wenhao got into Leng Ruoran's car under Wang Xin's angry gaze.

After eating at Leng Ruoran's house, he listened to the scriptures for several hours, and was finally sent back.

After going back and forth like this for several days, Leng Ruoran finally canceled the make-up class in doubt after Yang Wenhao put the perfect score paper in front of Leng Ruoran.

"Let me tell you, although you did well in the exam this time, if you fail in the exam, you still have to come to me to make up lessons."

Hearing Leng Ruoran's words, Yang Wenhao nodded quickly: "Don't worry teacher, I will never give you another chance."

"Huh?" Leng Ruoran cast a cold gaze.

Yang Wenhao shuddered, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Teacher, I will never be proud, I will continue to work hard."

"That's right." Leng Ruoran's face changed, and Yang Wenhao was a little dazed by his very gentle appearance.

After leaving the office, Yang Wenhao was about to go back to work, but the phone in his pocket rang.

When I took it out, I found that it was an unfamiliar call, and after connecting, a man's voice came from the opposite side.

"Hello, is this Mr. Yang?"

Yang Wenhao asked, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Yang is really a noble man who forgets things. I am the manager of Zhou Qifu's jewelry store. You visited our store a few days ago."

Hearing this, Yang Wenhao finally realized that it was the manager of the previous jewelry store who called.

The manager of the jewelry store continued: "That's it. Mr. Yang's jewelry has been appraised before. If Mr. Yang is free, can you come over?"

"If you have time, let's do it this afternoon. I'll let you guys know when I go." Yang Wenhao thought for a while, and it just so happened that he didn't have to go to Leng Ruoran's to make up lessons today, and he had time today.

"Then wait for the good news."

After school, Yang Wenhao took a taxi to Central Street.

Soon they came to the door of the jewelry store.

Because of the advance notice, the manager of the jewelry store was already waiting at the door.

Yang Wenhao was a little surprised by the store manager's abnormal behavior. Isn't he just selling jewelry, so it is necessary to be so polite.

The store manager was very polite: "Please come inside, Mr. Yang."

"Yeah." Yang Wenhao came to the lounge at the back.

But as soon as he entered the lounge, he saw a calm old man inside.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Yang is here."

(End of this chapter)