One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

North China, Tianjin.

Nadutong Express Company.

【5: 30】

Jiang Bailan, having clocked out, walked outside with Feng Shayan.

The original plan was to lock the other party up in the company's underground prison, but Xu Si refused to agree no matter what, saying that it was his personal problem.

It's a workplace injury, bro!

How can this be a private matter?

Seeing this, Jiang Bailan had no choice but to let the other party follow him for the time being. If he wasn't too embarrassed to ask, he would have called Feng Zhenghao right now and asked him to send money to ransom the person.

It's not a good idea for a young woman to always follow me around.

This caused him to cancel his appointment at Heaven on Earth with Xu Si tonight.

"You also caught Xia He, the bone-scraping knife?" White-haired Sand Swallow asked, sitting sideways on the back of the electric scooter.

"No!" Jiang Bailan answered casually as she rode her bike earnestly.

He wasn't lying; Xia He was just stunned by his own explosion, and he didn't catch her himself, so it couldn't be blamed on him.

However, when Jiang Bailan heard Xu Si say that the convoy escorting Xia He and Lü Liang to the headquarters of Na Du Tong had been hijacked, he thought that Quanxing was really lawless and he didn't want to get involved with them.

"You're really strange. Everyone else craves fame, but you seem terrified of it!"

Hearing Feng Shayan's words, Jiang Bailan shook her head and did not answer the question. Instead, she asked, "Are you really Feng Zhenghao's biological daughter? It's been a whole day and he hasn't even called. He's starting to doubt whether Feng Shayan is his biological daughter or not."

Having roughly guessed what her father was planning, Feng Shayan said nothing, simply enjoying the scenery by the roadside in quiet contemplation, with only the sound of the silent wind remaining.

When passing by Nankai University, Feng Shayan suddenly jumped off her electric scooter and asked Jiang Bailan to wait for her there.

Jiang Bailan was completely overwhelmed.

Half an hour later, Jiang Bailan felt ashamed of her own stupidity. Why did Feng Zhenghao have to pay the ransom? Feng Shayan was a rich woman too!

One can only lament that poverty limited his thinking.

"How much?" A red Porsche Cayenne pulled up by the roadside, and Feng Shayan, peering through the window, asked.

Jiang Bailan actually got the answer to that question!

Jiang Bailan wasn't afraid to admit it, but she really hadn't thought about the amount of the ransom.

"You didn't even think about how much money you wanted, did you?" Seeing the other person's furrowed brows and thoughtful expression, Feng Shayan was speechless. She took out all the cash from her wallet and gave it to Jiang Bailan, and then gave her an extra 500 yuan.

"Consider this 500 as payment for last night's stay!"

Unaware of his surroundings, Jiang Bailan also became the man who had to pay 500 yuan to explain himself.

After saying that, he stepped on the gas, and the black Porsche Cayenne sped away, leaving Jiang Bailan standing there dumbfounded with the money in her hand.

Just then, the male college student who witnessed all of this from afar revealed an expression of astonishment. Could this be the legendary "Rich Woman's Pleasure Ball"?

Jiang Bailan glared at the college students in the distance, inwardly cursing them.

Rich woman's happiness ball?

Your whole family are rich and happy balls!

Wow, that's a lot!

Putting the money in his pocket, Jiang Bailan felt it was still early and could go to Jinzun Foot Massage to get a foot massage from Miss Number 8.

-

Silent all night.

The world is always so unpredictable.

As the saying goes, love arises with the wind, but when the wind stops, the feelings remain. Many things change unexpectedly, and so does one's affection for someone.

Perhaps, this is true love!

Unforgettable love is always like this: it begins with a ripple on the water and is born from a gentle breeze.

"Young man, what are you babbling about? Do you still want your jianbing guozi?"

Jiang Bailan, who had spent the night at Jinzun Foot Massage, was interrupted from his thoughts by the familiar old man serving jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). He had only wanted to get a foot massage, but the service was so good that he was completely captivated.

Picking up a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), Jiang Bailan swiped 8 yuan over the counter and then asked, "Boss, can you still make 10,000 yuan a month now?"

Hearing the boss's proud and smug laughter, Jiang Bailan felt relieved. Only in this way would the other party not feel bad when the tricycle was towed away.

"Hello! Is this the urban management department? I'm reporting someone setting up a stall illegally near Jinzun Foot Massage!"

-

Nadutong Express Company.

"Brother Lan, you've finally arrived!"

Jiang Bailan had just stepped into the company gate when Zhang Chulan, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled her into Xu Si's black Hyundai and drove towards the outskirts of the city.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Chulan thought that Jiang Bailan wasn't coming today. If that were the case, how awkward would it be for him and Feng Baobao to be alone in a room together?

Not long after, Xu Si took the three of them to a villa not far from the company, gave them a few brief instructions, and then left.

The three of them stood in front of the villa for a long time before Jiang Bailan pushed open the door. Only then did Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao follow. Looking at the "exquisite" decoration in the "Syrian" style, all three of them said they couldn't appreciate it.

"Alright, Bao'er, you're in charge of training this guy. Come find me if you need anything."

Glancing at the rocking chair by the door, Jiang Bailan turned around and lay down on it, comfortably basking in the sun.

"Brother Lan, no! Didn't Fourth Brother ask you to train me?"

"You don't need him, come with me."

Faced with Feng Baobao's invitation, Zhang Chulan said he dared not refuse and could only obediently follow behind her.

Before long, Zhang Chulan's painful screams echoed from inside the villa.

Jiang Bailan knew that Feng Baobao had passed on the old farmer's skills to the other party.

Knowing that Zhang Chulan wouldn't die, he didn't care. He gently rocked his chair and leisurely started playing Honor of Kings on his phone.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually rose higher in the sky, and Zhang Chulan's panicked voice echoed from inside the villa once again.

Thinking something had happened, Jiang Bailan immediately rushed inside.

What a white back!

That was my first thought.

It's such a waste not to get cupping done!

Looking at Feng Baobao's smooth back, he suddenly felt like giving her cupping therapy.

"Wash together?"

Looking at Zhang Chulan and Jiang Bailan, Feng Baobao extended a sincere invitation.

"Never mind."

Seeing Feng Baobao half-exposed, Jiang Bailan, who had seen all sorts of big waves and big waves, thought it was something big and could only sigh that virgins were really hard to please, and then walked out.

Half an hour later, Jiang Bailan, who was lying outside, heard Feng Baobao criticizing Zhang Chulan for his Qi flowing downwards. Knowing that it was time for him to play a role, he got up and came in.

"Sister Bao'er, come out and play games. Let Zhang Chulan practice by himself," Jiang Bailan called out.

"it is good."

After Feng Baobao left and Zhang Chulan's long white legs were no longer in front of her, she was finally able to calm down and begin practicing Qi.

Meanwhile, outside, with the arrival of player [Clever One], Jiang Bailan, who had been thoroughly defeated by [Zhuangzhuang], finally managed to reverse the tide.

[Ding! Host's mental and physical well-being detected, well-being value +15]

[Ding! Host's mental and physical well-being detected, well-being value +17]

【…】

The two hadn't been playing for long when Zhang Chulan, looking dejected, came out, bowed deeply, and said, "Brother Lan, please help me with my cultivation!"