After Cha Yueran, the woman of the Dark Duke, knew that those guys who were trying to slap on Wei Taiqiang's head, she smiled and said to the Dark Duke: "It seems that Wei Taiqiang really wants to wash his hands. That e-sports world, at least in our coffee country, there is no name for Wei Taiqiang."

The Duke of Darkness said: "Those guys who are trying to play are really hateful. These people are specialties of your Xuanwu Kingdom and that kimchi Kingdom. If Wei Taiqiang returns to Xuanwu Kingdom, he will probably meet a thousand times more powerful person than these guys. However, as an e-sports tycoon, you Wei Taiqiang probably met many more powerful characters in your territory. I think he just doesn't want to find bad luck at his wedding, so he won't stop like that."

Cha Yueran said: "What you said makes sense, I think it's simple, so that Wei Taiqiang will definitely consider taking revenge on those bastards recently."

That Wei Taiqiang gave those who were trying to get a fuck, and those guys who were trying to get a fuck began to become more and more rampant.

They began to consider dealing with Wei Taiqiang because they felt that the e-sports tycoon was just ordinary, and they thought they could easily deal with the e-sports tycoon.

Of course, these people are too arrogant, but these people don’t feel like they are trying to die.

However, Wei Taiqiang began to plan to deal with those bastards.

However, Yu Yali had already seen Wei Taiqiang's anger.

Yu Yali said to Wei Taiqiang: "Dear, for me, let's not bother with those bastards, okay?"

Wei Taiqiang said: "Okay, I won't deal with those bastards myself."

However, if Wei Taiqiang doesn't deal with those bastards personally, this does not mean that Wei Taiqiang's subordinates or friends are not attacking these bastards.

Han Haoran began to worry about his father again, and his father was very good at making trouble.

Han Haoran's father, the old man, had a bad temper. He bought ten different electric fans at once. Until the base of the electric fan had a problem, the old man couldn't help but curse.

In fact, when Han Haoran just asked the old man Han Haoran calmly, the old man was amazing. He poked the hornet's nest in one go, and the old man immediately started to curse.

This old man is of extremely poor quality and has no education. When he spoke normally, this old man insisted on making him a shocking and laughable **.

In fact, an old man like this is the most annoying thing to talk nonsense all day long.

If that is the case, the e-sports players under Han Haoran did not care about Han Haoran's father because of Han Haoran's face.

Then Han Haoran is really crazy, and he is with such a moody guy every day.

Han Haoran was really drunk, and he felt that his life was so depressed.

Wei Taiqiang and He Berg knew that people like that are not bad people.

This kind of person is purely a person who has no mouths to keep a secret. They talk too much nonsense, so much nonsense that people want to beat them.

However, Wei Taiqiang and He Berg were so excited about Xing Xiuyun, which made them laugh and cry.

Because, Xing Xiushuang is a real talkative person.

"It would be weird if I was in my way," he mumbled, not knowing that I was behind him, "but when I looked for his father in his face, I found her day by day! Hell! Why is Cao Jiao so much like her? I can't even look at him."

He looked at the ground and walked in depressedly. There was a feeling of uneasy and anxious expression on his face, which I had never seen before; he himself looked thinner. His daughter-in-law, as soon as she saw him from the window, immediately fled to the kitchen, so I was the only one left.

"I'm glad to see you go out again, Mr. Lockoud," he said, answering my greeting. "Part of it was selfish: I didn't think I could make up for your loss in this desolate place. I wondered more than once what made you come here."

"It may be a boring whim, sir," this is my answer, "or it would be a boring whim that will lure me away again. I will go to London next week, and I must inform you in advance that I have no intention of retaining the Thrush Country Garden after the twelve months of my agreed lease. I believe I will not live there again."

"Ah, really; you are no longer willing to be exiled outside the world, right?" he said. "But if you come to ask for a stop to pay the rent in the place where you no longer live, you will be at your own expense: I never mercilessly when I ask for the fees that anyone should pay me."

"I'm not asking for a stop payment," I shouted, very annoyed.

"I'll settle for you now if you want," I took out the notepad from my pocket.

"No, no," he replied coldly, "if you can't come back, you have to leave enough money to compensate for the debt you owe.

I'm not busy. Sit down and have lunch with us; a guest who is no longer insured is often welcomed. Cao Wangrong! Come on, where are you?"

Yu Yali appeared again, holding a plate of knife and fork.

You can have dinner with Tu Tuqiao," Han Haoran whispered in a low voice, "Stay in the kitchen and wait for him to leave before coming out."

She obeyed his instructions very quickly: Maybe she didn't have the intention to break the law and violate the law. Living among stupid people and world-weary people, she probably couldn't appreciate it even if she met a better type of person.

On one side of me was Mr. Han Haoran, cold and gloomy, and on the other side was Cao Jiao. I didn't say a word. I ate a little unpleasant meal and quit early. I wanted to walk through the back door so that I could take my last look at Cao Wangrong and provoke the old Tutu Bridge; but Cao Jiao was ordered to lead my horse, and my master accompanied me to the door by himself, so I failed to do it. A sudden impulse made me suddenly want to go to Huamei Field. It was not yet noon, and I thought I might as well spend the night in my house, which was the same as spending the night in a hotel. In addition, I could easily spare a day to handle affairs with my landlord, so that I could not come back to myself. After a while, I asked my servant to find out the road in the forest, so the journey made our livestock exhausted, and we arrived in about three hours.

I left my servant there and walked along the valley alone. The gray church looked even more grey, and the lonely cemetery was even more lonely. I saw a sheep gnawing on the grass on the grave. It was sweet, and the warm weather was too warm for travel; but this heat did not prevent me from enjoying the pleasant scenery up and down: if I saw such a beautiful scenery near August, I guaranteed that it would tempt me to spend a month in this quiet environment. The valleys surrounded by mountains and the steep slopes on the grasslands were nothing more desolate than them in winter, but nothing more magical than them in summer.

I arrived at the farm before sunset and knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter; but I could tell from the slight blue smoke that was winding out of the kitchen chimney that the family had moved to the back house and they didn't hear me. I rode into the yard. Below the corridor, a nine-year-old or ten-year-old girl sat weaving something, and an old woman leaned against the steps, smoking her pipe leisurely.

"Is Mrs. Ding inside?" I asked the woman.

"Mrs. Ding? No!" she replied, "She doesn't live here; she's going to the villa."

"So, are you the butler?" I said again.

"Yes, I'll take care of this family," she replied.

"Master!" she exclaimed. "Hey, who knows you are coming? You should send a message. There is no clean place here, but there is no one now!"

She dropped her pipe and hurried in; the girl followed me, and I went in. I immediately saw that her report was true. In addition, my unwelcome arrival almost made her faint, and I told her to calm down. I would like to go out for a walk. At the same time, she had to clear a corner of the seat room for me to eat. A bedroom where I could sleep. There was no need to sweep the floor and dust it, just a good fire and dry sheet. She seemed to be willing to do her best. Although she poked the broom into the grille as a fire tong and mistakenly used several of her other utensils, I walked away and believed that she would do her best to prepare a resting place for me to come back.

Wuthering Heights is my destination for a trip. I just left the yard, but another idea brought me back.

"All the people in the villa are fine?" I asked the woman.

"Everything I know is good!" she replied, leaving with a basin of hot charcoal residue.

I originally wanted to ask Mrs. Ding why she had abandoned her farm, but it was impossible to delay her at such a critical moment, so I turned around and walked leisurely. Behind the sun was setting and dark, in front of it, the faint light of the rising moon gradually faded, and the other gradually became brighter. At this time, I left the garden and climbed the stone branch leading to Han Haoran's residence. Before I could see there, there was only a little bit of the dayless amber glow left in the west; but I could still see every stone and every blade of grass on the path through the bright moon. I did not climb up from outside the gate, nor knocked on the door, and the door opened. I thought this was an improvement. My nostrils helped me discover another thing, and there was a fragrance of violet and fragrant Roland floating in the air from the kind fruit woods.

The doors and windows were all open; but, as is usually the case in coal-producing areas, a good torch burned brightly the fireplace: the comfort of this look also made the excessive heat bearable. But the house in Wuthering Heights was so large that the people in the house had empty spaces to avoid the heat; so the people in the house were all in a place not far from the window. Before I came in, I could see them and hear them, and I looked and listened. This was driven by a mixed feeling of curiosity and jealousy, which was still growing when I was lingering there.

"On the contrary!" said a sweet voice like a silver bell. "This is the third time, you fool! I won't tell you anymore. Remember, otherwise I will pull your hair!"

"Okay, on the contrary," another answer, was a deep and soft tone. "Now, kiss me, because I remember so well."

"No, read it correctly first, don't make a mistake."

The brave man who spoke began to read. He was a young man, dressed well, sitting at a table, and had a book in front of him. His beautiful face was radiant from pleasure, and his eyes always slipped from the pages to a white little hand on his shoulder, but once the man found his inattentive appearance, he let the hand pat his face very sensitively. The man with this little hand stood behind; when she leaned over to guide him to read, her gentle and shiny curls sometimes mixed with his brown hair; and fortunately he could not see her face, otherwise he would never be so stable. I could see; I bit my lips resentfully, because I had lost the opportunity to make great progress, but now I had to stare at the charming beauty.

The students did not make any big mistakes after class, but the students asked for rewards and received at least five kisses. He generously responded. Then they walked to the door, and from their conversation I decided that they would probably go out and take a walk in the wilderness. I guess if my unfortunate person appeared near him, it would be unhindered and disturbed by the unrestrained and rough words, the sound would be very different from the rhythm of the music. But her cleverness was already trying to heal the scar. When I comforted my clothes, or did other fixed work in the small living room, she brought some interesting books and read them loudly to me. When Cao Jiao was there, she often read one

The interesting part stopped, but opened the book and left: she did this repeatedly; but he was stubborn like a mule; and he did not get on her hook, but in the rain he smoked with Tutuqiao; they sat like automatic toys, sitting by the stove, and fortunately, the old man was deaf and could not understand her so-called nonsense, while the young ones meant that he did not listen. On a good night, the latter went out to hunt, and Cao Wangrong yawned and sighed, teasing me to talk to her, and I said at first that she ran to the courtyard or garden again; and, as a last pastime, she cried and said that she was tired of living her life was wasted.

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Mr. Han Haoran, until he recovered. Cao Wangrong felt it was quite appropriate: no matter what, it made her hate the room upstairs even more. She forced me to find trouble downstairs so that I could be with me.

Tu Tuqiao drove a few cows and sheep, sometimes shouting in a low voice, or smoking to her cousin who kept smoking and staring at the grille, sending her troubles and impatient eyes. When I told her not to stop my light, she moved to the edge of the stove. I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing.

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