Awang, a primitive man in modern society, has never seen such an outrageous thing in his life!
He stepped forward angrily and pointed directly at the other person's residence, "This is what I want to see!"
The handsome guy who took off the second pair of trousers was so frightened that when Awang's hand touched him, his face turned pale, his waist bent, his knees came together, and he quickly covered his hands with his hands, his eyes full of horror, "I sell my art, not my body!"
Awang was furious. "Is taking off your pants considered a street performance?"
The handsome guy said in a loud voice, "Of course not!"
Awang: ...
He was practically choked by this resounding, powerful remark and sneered, "Are you taking advantage of me because I'm a primitive person and don't know what talent is? Can you guess what our campfire performance is called?"
The handsome guy was shocked. "You are... a primitive man?"
As these words were spoken, the look in his eyes changed from shock to—
Awe-inspiring inquiry.
This skull is different from the one in the book.
And he walks quite upright.
Nearby, another handsome man raised his hand and slapped his friend, scolding, "That's Yuanmou Man in your mind!"
After scolding.
He quickly put on an apologetic smile and said to Awang, "Hello, Mr. Yuan, it's a misunderstanding. Our Ju is a high-end custom shop. What we just showed you are all the new products of this season. I not only wear pants a lot, I also wear shirts..."
Awang rolled his eyes and said, "You are Mr. Yuan."
Not in a good mood.
Turn your head.
Looking at Bai Zheming, "Where?"
Bai Zheming smiled and said, "Ju is a newly opened high-end custom shop that has cooperated with the Bai Group. I would like to give you a few sets of clothes."
Awang almost wanted to jump up and give Bai Zheming a big fight.
I, Awang, am short of clothes?
But now that things have come to this, he can't really force others to show him a house.
After all, they abide by the law here.
Tsk~
He could only hate Bai Zheming for deceiving him and silently put Bai Zheming in the little black book, determined to find an opportunity to retaliate. At the same time, he raised his chin very tolerantly and said, "I want to see how high-end your residence is."
Zhao Jiayuan, Jiang Mingxi and Zhao Ke, who had just felt morally corrupt because they had to hide the fact that they had to look at other people's homes from their boyfriends, were now dejected because they could not see the homes and could only get a set of clothes.
We lied and cheated just to come here and make clothes?
Two minutes later.
Ten young men, holding tape measures and small notebooks, surrounded the four of them respectfully.
"Measure your arm."
"Let me measure your waist."
"Let me measure your hips... huh?"
Just as a young man was squatting in front of Jiang Mingxi and was about to carefully measure his hip circumference, he suddenly frowned and sounded puzzled.
The others immediately looked at him.
Jiang Mingxi looked puzzledly at the young man squatting in front of him, "Is there something wrong with my butt?"
When the young man was measuring Jiang Mingxi's hips, he accidentally lifted Jiang Mingxi's shirt a little with his fingers and saw Jiang Mingxi's waist.
There is a red birthmark on his waist.
It looks like a ginkgo leaf.
The young man looked up at Jiang Mingxi and said, "Can I take another look at your waist? The birthmark on your waist looks very similar to the person our master mentioned."
Jiang Mingxi looked puzzled, "Your master?"
As she spoke, she lifted up her shirt, revealing her slender waist and the birthmark on it.
He pointed to the ginkgo leaf-like mark on his waist and asked, "Are you talking about this?"
Ten young men who were measuring the leaf stared at it, and the one in the lead looked nervous. "Our master once said that he had received help from a couple many years ago.
"For that couple, the help may have been a piece of cake, but for my master, it was a life-saving grace.
"Over the years, the master has always said that he really wants to find that couple.
"But he was frustrated that he couldn't remember the woman's face or her name. The only clue was the child she was holding, and there was a red mark on his waist in the shape of a ginkgo leaf."
Zhao Jiayuan was shocked at first, then he exclaimed, "Pooh!"
The ten young men were frightened and looked at Zhao Jiayuan in confusion.
Zhao Jiayuan was indignant. "The couple your master was talking about are the Jiang family couple, right? Do they deserve to be remembered for saving their lives?"
Zhao Ke snorted coldly, "That's right!"
They didn't know that Jiang Mingxi's biological parents were other people.
Awang knows.
Awang frowned, "The Jiang family is not Xiaoxi's real family. Xiaoxi's real parents are someone else."
Jiang Mingxi did not hide it and briefly explained it.
Zhao Jiayuan nodded vigorously, "That makes sense. The Jiang family is disgusting. How could they have such a good bamboo shoot like you?"
Awang touched the birthmark on Jiang Mingxi's waist and said, "The director said that Xiaoxi was picked up at the orphanage gate when he was three years old. He had a high fever and was unconscious. He was wrapped in a tattered blanket and thrown at the orphanage gate."
Jiang Mingxi put the shirt down and asked, "Who is your master? Can I meet him?"
The original owner's greatest wish was to find his biological parents.
This is an opportunity.
However, after Jiang Mingxi asked, several young men sighed and shook their heads, "The master has passed away. He passed away last year."
Passed away?
The little bit of hope that had just risen in Jiang Mingxi's eyes dimmed again.
Bai Zheming pondered the mark he had just seen, and it seemed so familiar.
I felt like I had seen him somewhere before. It must have been somewhere, and it must have been on a very important occasion.
The moment he saw the mark, his heart trembled.
But I can't remember it at all.
"Um, can I see your birthmark again?" Bai Zheming rubbed his fingers and said to Jiang Mingxi, "I think I've seen the pattern of that birthmark before."
…
The corridor of the guild hall.
When Special Assistant Su received the message from Song Lan that he had arrived, he immediately opened the door of his private room and went out to greet him.
The elevator opened.
Suddenly, a murderous aura came towards me.
Song Lan walked in the middle, with Feng Moshan on the left and Chen Chong on the right.
Three people, three black faces.
"Where are the people?" Song Lan asked in a calm voice.
Special Assistant Su glanced at Feng Moshan and Chen Chong, his mind racing with thoughts of how he would handle the aftermath if someone were to kill someone inside. "This way."
…
Bang!
Song Lan, Feng Moshan, and Chen Chong raised their feet almost at the same time and kicked the closed door of the private room in the clubhouse.
Just as the waiter in the corridor was rushing over here in panic, the door was kicked open with three kicks.
As soon as you enter the door.
Song Lan saw it head-on——
Bai Zheming squatted in front of Jiang Mingxi, his hand on Jiang Mingxi's waist.
Feng Moshan saw head on——
Zhao Ke was hugged from behind by a man.
Chen Chong saw it head on——
Zhao Jiayuan was hugged by two men, one in front and one behind, around the waist.
Special Assistant Su saw head on——
Awang wants to... touch the man opposite...?
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