superhuman evolution

Chapter 54 Touching Porcelain
The girl's waist and abdomen were slender and firm, without a trace of fat.

Even though the light reflected by the street lamps and shop windows was not very bright, Song Anran could still see clearly with a glance.

After confirming that he didn't find any scars, he hurriedly said: "No needle holes, quickly put down the clothes! Let's go, I'll take you back!"

Fang Jue giggled and followed Song Anran up and down.

"Brother Song, it's so tiring to go to class during the day and tutoring class at night! Didn't you work so hard when you were in high school?"

Song Anran recalled her high school life, going to class during the day, working in a restaurant at night, fighting back sleepiness before going to bed, reading a book for a while, and replied lightly: "There is no such thing as hard work in high school life!"

"Brother Song, I was nicknamed at school. They laughed at me as the king of peeing pants!"

Seeing Fang Jue with a depressed face, Song Anran wanted to laugh.That day, he quickly cured Fang Jue's ruptured bladder. Others just thought that she couldn't hold back her urine when she was knocked down.

He gently persuaded: "That's because others are jealous of you. For a beautiful and lively girl like you, there must be more classmates who like you!"

"That's true!" Fang Jue quickly turned to sunny, and kept asking, "Brother Song, do you work hard every day practicing Qigong?"

"Brother Song, can you teach me your qigong?"

"Brother Song, do you have a girlfriend now?"

Song Anran felt that there was a chirping lark beside him, and before he finished answering a question, the next question, the next question, came one after another.

In this situation, Song Anran only waited for Song Anran to start the car and seriously warned her to concentrate on driving before stopping temporarily!

"Brother Song, this puff is delicious, I will buy some every night! Well, try it!"

Before Song Anran could express his opinion, a small puff was handed to his mouth, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he quickly reached out to take the puff, stuffed it into his mouth, and nodded slightly: "It's delicious! tasty!"

Song Anran found a topic and said, "Since I found out that you might be followed, I will ask your parents to pick you up at night, or take a taxi home directly. Your father should not be short of the money!"

Fang Jue explained with a smile: "Hey, I used to go home with a classmate from the community, but today she has a stomachache and didn't go to the remedial class, so I'm alone!"

Twenty minutes later, Song Anran drove to the Xinyuan community where Fang Jue's home was located.Before he got out of the car, he saw Fang Wenxuan holding Zhou Xue's hand and walking out of the cave very affectionately.

"Ah! Mom and Dad are back!" Fang Jue got out of the car in a hurry and ran up to meet her.

Song Anran also got out of the car to greet the couple.

"Master, thank you for sending Fang Jue back. I have caused you more trouble!" Fang Wenxuan thanked him with a smile on his face. After thinking about it, he decided to remind Song Anran.

He invited Song Anran aside, and said in a low voice: "In the past two days, many people have talked to me, wanting to learn more about the details of the master. These people have all kinds of teachings, and some of them are not young. I blocked it back. But they should not give up, maybe they will come to you directly!"

Song Anran nodded, he had already expected this situation.

A big fat man entered the room, and after one or two ten minutes, he came out and turned into a slim woman. It is impossible for such a miraculous thing not to arouse the curiosity and exploration of interested people.

Song Anran had already made up his mind, no matter who came to inquire, he would always stick to the theory of qigong.

Originally qigong is very mysterious and ethereal, and the understanding of Chinese people on it is hazy, everyone knows that there is qigong, but no one can do anything to understand it thoroughly, which is just suitable for Song Anran to fool around!

Thinking of the death group arena the night after tomorrow, Song Anran said: "There are 41 more people, you have arranged them for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then I will rest and concentrate on training for some time!"

"Well, I understand! I haven't responded to anyone who has been looking for you to lose weight these two days!" Fang Wenxuan patted his forehead and said apologetically, "Master finally came here, and they are all downstairs, please come Let's sit at home for a while! Zhou Xuediao's Kung Fu tea is pretty good."

Song Anran looked at the time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and refused: "It's getting late, Fang Jue and you should also rest, so I won't bother you. Fang Jue said someone was following her, as a father, you should stay Dim sum, lest accidents happen!"

Fang Wenxuan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately restored his smile.

After sending Song Anran away in the car, he walked up to Fang Jue, grabbed her ear, and shouted, "Jue'er, why did Master Song tell me that someone was following you? Come on, tell me about it." Say, what happened?"

Song Anran suddenly remembered that she needed to invite Xia Yirou to watch the liposuction and slimming process, and immediately dialed her cell phone.

"Finally remembered to call me?"

Hearing Xia Yirou's complaining voice, Song Anran chuckled and said, "Do you have time tomorrow? I invite you to watch my liposuction magical skills, and treat you to lunch or dinner by the way?"

"Aren't you inviting me?"

Hearing Gao Yuhan's voice, Song Anran remembered that the two of them lived in the same dormitory, and immediately remedied: "Aren't you two always inseparable? To invite one is to invite two!"

Gao Yuhan replied with satisfaction: "It's more or less the same!"

"We only have two classes tomorrow morning, so we just have time to go to your place! Hey, An Ran, just wait a moment!"

There was a sound of footsteps and the sound of opening and closing the door from the phone, did Xia Yirou go outside the dormitory or on the balcony?

Under Song Anran's conjecture, her voice came out from the phone again, "I asked someone to take a look at that bracelet, and it was said to be a high-end emerald product, worth about a million dollars. Shall I bring it to you tomorrow? "

Song Anran didn't expect that a small jade bracelet would be so valuable, he estimated that 20 or [-] would be worth it.

This is a world of wealth and honor that he has never been in contact with. Song Anran sighed and asked directly: "Have you already rolled it?"

"No! My classmates and friends say that I look good in it, but if you say something, I will definitely find a way to take it off for you!"

Song Anran finally heard some reluctance, now he is already a person with a total asset of tens of millions, not far behind this hundred and 80, and said very proudly: "I have already I cured that person's headache with qigong, and you don't need to return this bracelet, just wear it!"

"Hey, it's almost there!"

Xia Yirou at the other end of the communication, looked at the emerald green bracelet on her wrist, and showed a smug smile.

"I won't ask for you in vain. Do you remember that piece of multicolored jade? My father hired a famous jade carving master to carve ornaments, ornaments and pendants. I'll give you a few pieces then!"

Song Anran made an appointment with Xia Yirou for a specific time and place before ending the call.

He drove into a not-so-broad street, and there were basically no pedestrians on the road, only the dim yellow street lights emitting a feeble light.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of the car.

With a creak, the sound of emergency brakes tore through the silence of the night.

Song Anran stepped on the brake to the bottom, the Mercedes Benz stopped suddenly, and the tires slid on the ground with deep scorched marks.

Song Anran got out of the car immediately, and saw a petite figure lying on the road, still rolling.

Real hit or hit porcelain?Song Anran immediately looked around.

There was a creak, and the sound of the door shaft turning was particularly eye-catching. Seven or eight men came out of a small house facing the street.

At present, one person was still holding his mobile phone, and shouted in a strange way: "We are all good citizens. We just happened to see it. We accidentally recorded it with our mobile phone. The provincial police who dealt with this matter have no evidence!"

Song Anran, who knew it in his heart, let these people disperse, surrounded him faintly, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The leading man, about 40 years old, has a ferocious face, and his exposed skin is covered with tattoos of tigers and bears.He looked at Song Anran, and said sinisterly: "To tell you the truth, that young man is a leukemia patient, and he doesn't have many lives. Be obedient, he's fine! On the other hand... he will be seriously injured immediately, and even It is possible to be seriously injured and die!"

Song Anran turned his head to look, and saw that young man got up.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was a little pale, and he was leaning on a companion, looking at him with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)