Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 822 I am a grown man

Ye Changqing's eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "These hundred-yuan bills are tied with rubber bands, and the edges and corners are as hard as bricks.

You put it in your crotch and run...

Aren't you afraid the ball might get ripped?"

Qian Cheng opened his mouth wide, watching in shock as Liang Songtao took out stacks of money.

The expression on his face was more shocked than seeing a ghost.

He had grown up... and felt that all the strange things that had happened in the previous twenty years, added together, were not as outrageous as what was happening right now.

hiss~

Liang Songtao suddenly gritted his teeth and gasped, then tremblingly pulled out the last few loose bills from his crotch. He said with a painful expression, "I... I feel like it's broken. It hurts a lot when it's touched."

You said you are a doctor, is there any way to treat it?"

The muscles on Ye Changqing's face twitched. It was just a superficial injury, so he was too lazy to take action.

The key is that this part is too disgusting.

If it was an illness, he could endure the treatment, but he was not willing to do anything about this trivial matter: "You... just put on some Band-Aids yourself.

As long as the wound is not exposed, friction will cause greater trauma when walking.

That's it. "

Liang Songtao put the money into his pocket and stood with his legs in a bow position, not daring to close his legs at all.

That look was particularly funny: "Talking about the Momen thing, right? Let me make it clear first. No matter what happens to the Momen, I have no money.

Even if Momen goes bankrupt.

Don't ask me for donations.

I really don’t have any money.”

As he spoke, he subconsciously covered his pocket with one hand, as if to prevent Ye Changqing from snatching the money.

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "You think too much. I'm not raising money."

Liang Songtao's face relaxed its vigilance: "If it's not about raising money, everything is negotiable.

Just tell me, I can help you as long as it doesn’t affect your ability to make money.”

Ye Changqing looked around. He was now in an alley with a tall building on the left and a wall on the right, with a distance of more than two meters in between.

The alley was deserted. This wasn't a good place to talk business, but he didn't care. He simply stated his intention: "The book of the Scriptures is in your hands."

Liang Songtao suddenly became cautious: "What are you doing?

Are you interested?

I tell you, this is my Liang family's stuff, I absolutely can't give it to you!"

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "You're right. If you can't give it to me, can I buy it?"

Liang Songtao shook his head almost without thinking: "Not for sale."

Ye Changqing was a little surprised: "Why?"

Liang Songtao felt uncomfortable standing, his crotch was too uncomfortable, so he took two steps back, leaned his back against the dirty courtyard wall, and then spread his legs: "Do you know what an heirloom is?"

Ye Changqing frowned and looked at Liang Songtao without saying anything.

Liang Songtao continued, "A family heirloom is a treasure that cannot be sold no matter how poor the family is.

My ancestors passed it down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down to me, and I will pass it down to my sons and grandsons, and so on and so forth."

Ye Changqing looked at Liang Songtao a few more times. He didn't expect that he would attach so much importance to the "Scriptures".

After thinking for a while, he said, “I originally wanted to take back the book, but as long as the book is in your hands, you are willing to pass it on.

Of course I can choose not to take it.

But I have to take a look, I want to take a look on behalf of the people of Momen."

Liang Songtao stretched out a hand and looked at Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing was a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Liang Songtao asked in confusion: "You said you were from Momen, where is Juzi Ling?

If you show me the Grand Master's Order, I'll believe you're from the Mo Sect." Ye Changqing frowned, "I... I don't have the Grand Master's Order."

Liang Songtao shook his head: "Then how do you prove that you are from Momen?"

Ye Changqing was speechless: "I just helped you get your salary back, don't you have any trust in me?"

Liang Songtao shook his head: "If you help me get my salary back, I'll treat you to some grilled sausages.

The account has been settled.

You can’t use this as an excuse.”

Damn~

Ye Changqing couldn't help but curse in his heart, this guy... is too weird.

He looked at the sausage in his hand and handed it over directly: “I’m helping you, even if it’s in vain.

I don't want anything in return. But I won't eat your sausage!"

Liang Songtao took a step back: "I gave it all to you, you can't take it back."

Ye Changqing raised his hand and threw the sausage over: "I don't eat sausage!"

Liang Songtao subconsciously reached out to catch the sausage. Seeing Ye Changqing getting angry, he seemed to feel that he had gone too far. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's do this.

I can take you to my house to read the book.

But just take a look, don't even think about taking the book!"

Ye Changqing's tightly furrowed brows relaxed: "That's better, let's go, don't stand here."

Thirty minutes later.

The three of them walked to the door of a room.

Liang Songtao stopped and pointed to the door of room 802: "This is my home." Ye Changqing nodded and waited for Liang Songtao to open the door.

Liang Songtao continued, "Let me give you a heads up. My wife...how should I put it...she speaks quite directly.

You also know that sometimes speaking bluntly can be very hurtful.

So I'm giving you a heads-up.

I hope you won’t mind.”

Qian Cheng smiled and said, "It's better to speak frankly. I like dealing with people who speak frankly.

She will express her thoughts, so you don't have to guess.

Don't worry, no matter how direct your wife speaks.

We won’t mind.”

Liang Songtao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I've been thinking about telling you this all the way.

That’s the best thing for you.”

After that, he raised his hand and started knocking on the door.

He knocked on the door softly, making it sound polite.

Ye Changqing's expression gradually became serious, and he looked at Liang Songtao deeply.

Liang Songtao smiled and said, "He knocks on the door when he returns home. I'm going home..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet.

The door opened.

A woman put her hand on her waist and shouted at Liang Songtao, "Knock, knock, knock, what are you knocking for?

I just lay down and fell asleep immediately, but you woke me up."

Liang Songtao smiled and said, "Wife, I'm back, and I'm back with two friends."

The woman glanced at Ye Changqing and Qian Cheng and said unhappily, "What are you doing bringing your cronies back with you?

Get out, take your scoundrel friends with you! I tell you, we don't keep useless people in our family.

roll! "

bang~

After the woman finished speaking, she slammed the door shut. The wind that blew up Liang Songtao's hair.

Qian Cheng's face looked a little ugly. He scratched his head, looked back at Ye Changqing and Qian Cheng, then squatted on the ground.

Qian Cheng was surprised: "Why won't you let me in?"

Ye Changqing said coldly: "Don't you like to speak directly?

Is it cool?

Qian Cheng's facial muscles twitched: "I... like to speak frankly, but... I don't like to throw words.

If you don't let me in, what should I do?"

Ye Changqing said to Liang Songtao who was squatting on the ground, "Keep knocking on the door." Liang Songtao stood up, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.

The woman started to get angry at Liang Songtao: "Liang Songtao, you are such a grown man, but you don't earn as much as I do by taking care of the children at home.

It's been half a year and I haven't gotten a penny back.

What are you capable of? "

Liang Songtao suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, if you hadn't mentioned the money, I would have forgotten about it. I want the money back.

Here, this is all the money I earned in the past six months.

Liu Jing, I am a grown man, please be respectful when talking to me in the future!

Otherwise, don’t blame me for getting angry!”

As he spoke, he took out four stacks of banknotes and some scattered hundred-dollar bills from his hand.

His hands were full of red bills.