My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

Chapter 525

Xu Qingmo didn't leave the rented room long before he saw a young man wearing black clothes behind him. He didn't hide it. Instead, he went straight to himself.

Xu Qing stopped calmly and looked at the man. The man was sturdy, with bulging muscles under his clothes, and his hair stood on his scalp, looking very capable.

This kind of person is obviously practicing kung fu outside the house. When Xu Qingmo observes his breath, he probably knows that this person should be in the second-class realm. When he enters the room, his muscles are almost harder than steel, which is the best bodyguard. Two candidates.

"Little sir?" The man in black came over, asking respectfully.

Xu Qingmo nodded and called himself Mr. Xiao, who should be Wei Wuyan.

Sure enough, the man in black immediately said, "I'm Wei Lao's men. My name is Nie Bufei. It's fine for the little boy to call me Xiaofei. He asked me to come to you."

Xu Qingmo naturally understood the meaning of Wei Wuyan. Although Wei Wuyan said yesterday that he was not in a hurry to recover, but that was only the scene when Xu Qingmo was tired, he wanted to restore his strength. Now that the opportunity is near, how could he not be in a hurry?

No, I sent someone to invite myself early the next morning.

It happened that he had nothing to do with it. Xu Qingmo immediately agreed, and Xiaofei immediately reached out to stop two rickshaws and took Xu Qingmo away.

Sitting on a rickshaw peculiar to this era, shuttled through a gray city, Xu Qingmo had a strange feeling, and finally stopped in front of a villa in a concession called the Yunwujie.

The cloud and fog world is the most luxurious residential area of ​​the Sky Guard. Those who can live here are either rich or expensive, and all have forces.

After entering the villa, Xu Qingmo saw Wei Wuyan trot up and greeted him, while Zeng Zimo followed with some awkwardness.

"Mr. Xiao can come in person, Wei is grateful."

Xu Qingmo waved his hand: "No need to say more, just come over with pen and paper."

Wei Wuyan was overjoyed. He originally thought that Xu Qingmo wanted to raise some conditions, and he beckoned towards Zeng Zimo.

Zeng Zimo reluctantly held the ink pen and came to Xu Qingmo's side and placed it on the table.

Wei Wuyan retired with interest, and his mind-adjusting method was related to Gongfa. Xu Qingmo was able to give it to him. It was already a great gift, and he dared to peek into the process of writing, which was rude.

"She stayed." Xu Qingmo looked at Zeng Zimo.

"Me?" Zeng Zimo was puzzled.

"Ground me ink," Xu Qingmo said lightly.

"What?" Zeng Zimo thought he had heard wrong. This guy actually asked himself to grind ink to him?

"Zi Mo." Wei Wuyan glanced at Zeng Zimo with a pleading, which was very important to him.

Zeng Zimo had no choice but to put up with his feet and came to Xu Qingmo's table.

Xu Qingmo picked up the writing brush, but found that Zeng Zimo hadn't moved yet, so he said, "Don't you still rub the ink?"

"What do you think of me ..." Zeng Zimorton was so angry that his mouth turned up, but he was a golden body, and he kindly gave him a pen and ink pen. This stinky guy didn't even appreciate it, he really thought of himself As a scum-like girl.

"Why don't you want Wei Lao?" Xu Qingmo said.

Zeng Zimo suddenly put up with it. She rushed forward and interrupted Xu Qingmo's treatment of Wei Wuyan. She was not completely cured of Wei Wuyan, and she felt very guilty. Now listening to Xu Qingmo's words, she didn't squeak, but just gritted her teeth. Holding the sleeve in one hand, he grabbed the vermiculite in one hand and started to rub the ink.

"Faded!"

"Rich!"

"Hurry up, or you'll do it."

"The wrists need to be strong and evenly forced. Didn't you eat in the morning?"

As a result, during the process of grinding ink, Xu Qingmo kept picking and choosing four points and pointed out Zeng Zimo's shortcomings.

I have never experienced this kind of qi before, and I personally rubbed my ink for the first time, so I was counted so.

"you……"

"What are you doing, do you want to do it?" Xu Qingmo blocked it directly.

"... Okay!" Zeng Zimo's teeth were broken, and he could only lower his head and use up his power to grind the ink.

Finally, Zeng Zimo grinded out a perfect ink, suitable for light and fullness.

"Hoo ..." Zeng Zimo was completely relieved, only feeling that this was more tiring than playing a set of Tiangejue himself, and couldn't help raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"It depends on what tricks you can write." Zeng Zimo muttered quietly, this guy has to grind his own ink, and he is also very critical. If he can't write anything, he must ridicule him.

I saw Xu Qingmo picking up a writing brush and dipping it on the platform, then dropped the pen on the white paper and made a horizontal stroke.

"This line is too thick and too long, taking up almost the entire surface of the paper. No word will be mentioned like this. He is ugly!" Zeng Zimo was pleased and looked at Xu Qingmo arrogantly.

But Xu Qingmo received his pen, put it on the pen holder, and stopped writing.

"Oh, I can't write anymore," Zeng Zimo said wryly.

"It's finished," Xu Qing said.

"What?" Zeng Zimo was taken aback. As soon as this guy was ready to grind himself, he said it was lighter and thicker, and he didn't think it was even enough. In the end, he just came here for a while. Isn't that making me play?

"What do you mean?" Zeng Zimo was angry.

Xu Qingmo glanced at her, didn't speak, just looked at the closed door and said, "Come in."

Wei Wuyan, who had been waiting outside, immediately pushed in the door, looking forward to looking at Xu Qingmo with a little doubt.

It's too fast. It's only a few minutes since I went out. I wrote it so soon?

The method of regulating interest rate is very complicated, even more complicated than a boxing method. How could it be written so quickly?

"Lao Wei, you were cheated by him, he is a liar, hurry Afei to catch him!" Zeng Zimo called out.

Xu Qingmo got up leisurely, came to the window, and looked at the scenery outside without speaking.

Wei Wuyan was dubious, came to the table, looked at the blank paper on it, his eyes burning.

"Look at Wei Wei, he can't write anything at all, just scribbled Hu." Zeng Zimo bluntly said, "Hurry up and call someone to arrest him. You can't let this kind of scammer run away!"

Zeng Zi Motou said truthfully, but found Wei Wuyan standing still.

"Old Wei?" Zeng Zimo called out tentatively.

Wei Wuyan looked like he hadn't seen it. He stared blankly at the blank paper in front of him. The whole person seemed to be casting a spell, and there was a wooden corrugation there, like a statue.

"Wei Lao?" Zeng Zimo screamed again, reaching out to go to Lao Wei Lao.

"If you don't want to interrupt his recovery again, it's best to step back." Xu Qingmo's voice came.

Zeng Zimo seemed to be stabbed. He immediately retracted his hand and looked up at Xu Qingmo's back: "Did you make him Wei Wei like this?"

"Are you poisoned?"

"Can you spell?"

"You are a demon!"

Zeng Zimo's series of questions and doubts, but Xu Qingmo just looked out the window and ignored her.

"You ..." Zeng Zimo thought for a while, but did not touch Wei Lao, but went out and called Nie Bufei.

When Zeng Zimo brought Nie Bufei back, he said at the door: "That guy is weird, what Western tricks might happen, right? Wei Lao has been deceived. Don't hesitate and wait for it!"

"But, Miss Mo, that was a guest invited by Lao Wei, and he respected him so much."

"Nothing bad, Wei Wei can't move, listen to me!" Zeng Zimo said.

Nie Bufei thought for a moment, but nodded.

But when they entered, they saw that Wei Lao had recovered and bowed to Xu Qingmo for the junior ceremony.

"Old Wei, how are you!"

"Zimo, can't come to pay for the sir!" Wei Lao turned and shouted sharply.

Zeng Zimo was shocked. She knew that Wei Lao was usually very good to herself and was reluctant to speak hard, but once she said that, she made a big mistake.

"Do you dare to question Mr. Xiao, and still have someone arrest him?" Wei Wuyan said angrily, "If there are not a lot of Masters, you ..."

Zeng Zimo hadn't figured it out yet and said, "Old Wei, haven't you been fooled by him?"

Wei Wuyan shook his head in disappointment: "It makes sense for Zhang Shuai to hand you over to me. You are mingling with those rich children all day long, and your vision is blurred!"

Wei Wuyan looked at the paper on the table with a more careful look than looking at Treasure, saying: "This is a true rumor. No words are needed, and the handwriting is used to express the breath, but only the unspeakable."

"Ah" Zeng Zimo couldn't understand.

"What a liar!" Wei Wuyan said a little bit angrily. This is a real miracle. You are fortunate enough to be able to see it once, but fortunately, even if you do n’t know it, you even slander it as a liar!

Zeng Zimo opened his mouth, looked at the paper on the table, and then looked at Xu Qingmo by the window. He gradually realized that everything was superficial and misunderstood Xu Qingmo.

Xu Qingmo turned and came to the table. In Wei Lao's distressed eyes, he rolled up the paper and handed it to the candle next to him. He burned the torch and opened the ashes. Wei Lao was distressed but could not say anything.

This breath-adjusting method is Xu Qingmo. It is already a gracious gift to show him once. He also feels the exquisiteness of this method of joking. If he persists in cultivation in the future, he will certainly be able to get rid of his own ills. Xu Qingmo recovered the paper, but It is taken for granted.

Wei Lao is even more distressed that the stroke on this white paper is called a god. If Xu Qingmo collects it and hides it, it is a miracle that has been passed down for centuries, but at this time it is burned so casually, it is really regrettable.

"Mr. Xiao's graciousness and virtue, Weimou doesn't know how to repay. In the future, wherever useful to Weimou, Weimou will go to the soup and do whatever he wants."

Xu Qingmo nodded softly, and said nothing.

"Lao Wei, the recruitment of martial arts in the past few years is about to begin." A man walked into the courtyard and said far away.

"Well, I see." Wei Wei nodded.

"Martial arts hall?" Xu Qingmo's ears moved and thought of something?

"Mr. Xiao doesn't know. Wei is ashamed. He manages several martial arts halls of the Sky Guard for Zhang Dashuai. Every year there is a recruitment conference. We need Wei to sit in." Wei Wuyan saw Xu Qingmo's interest and explained immediately.

"Divine Mighty Hall? Is it under your jurisdiction?"

"Mr. Xiao also knows the mighty martial arts hall?" Wei Wu said with a smile. "It is the martial arts hall below."

"Can I see this recruitment meeting?"

"Of course, it's an honor for the martial arts museum to see Mr. Xiao!"

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