Trafford’s Trading Club

The dark black SUV drove all the way to one of the city's inner-city villages - the address reported by Xiaolu's bamboo groves.

Having a gambling father at home and the girl herself being particularly thrifty, it doesn't seem so unreasonable that she would live in such a humble place.

One interesting thing that only came to mind at this time was that there was time on the bus stop plate to write the shuttle bus... that is, there was a car or there was no car, just a glance and you know about it, no one would really wait silly.

But what was she doing when he found Lu?

She was running around the bus stop, jumping, seemingly doing some warm-up exercises —— I'm afraid she was really planning on spending a long night like this.

In fact, before Xiaolu left the advertising agency, she could have asked the difficult question of no car. Otherwise, she could ask Bamboo Forest for the cost of a taxi. No one would mind the hundreds or dozens of dollars... but she chose the stupidest method.

Girls like that, they come out of fairy tales, right?

The messy atmosphere in the advertising circle has long allowed the idea of the bamboo forest to change quietly.

Of course, this change may not be good - but it is clearly necessary for life. Therefore, when his thinking has inertially thought about the purpose of a woman approaching him, the appearance of Xiaolu seems… to have brought some different shocks of the past.

The bamboo forest also reminds me of the other view that when men are younger, they look forward to and yearn for more mature women than they do. But when men… when we are mature, we prefer them who do not know the world.

“Have you lived here since you were a kid?” The car slowly stopped at the bottom of the old building, which was moving four stories high, and the street lights were dusk, with a feeling of insufficient power or that the bulbs were getting old.

A few unknown little flying bugs are dancing under the lights right now.

Xiaolu shook his head and answered the question of the bamboo forest. She went down quickly, as if she didn't want to continue adding more trouble to the bamboo forest, sorry, "Thank you, this time. ”

The bamboo forest simply shook its head and said calmly: “Consider me accumulating my own resources, too. Good ad models are hard to find... OK, some talent, there should be more room for development in the future. Just think of me as an investor in debt. ”

Xiaolu was stunned, and this statement by Bamboo Forest somewhat exceeded her expectations - whether as‘ Xiaolu ’or otherwise...

“Is this, after a long time of officially entering society...” Xiaolu looked at the bamboo forest in a complicated way, "so-called maturity? ”

“I'm sure you'll mature in the future.” Bamboo Forest smiles gently, then probes out and looks at the old building above his head, "don't you want to go up? When I get here, I'm gonna give you a ride. ”

Xiaolu hurriedly waved his hand and walked into the unprotected staircase - even the lights in the manually switched hallway.

And the bamboo forest, quietly drove away from the place.

Returning to the shadowy old house of Mount Tendai, a pair of cold ice, hidden in a black robe, the eyes eventually sent Bamboo Forest away from the place completely.

“Doesn't seem like he meant anything to you?” Dae-chul's voice sounded cold.

The 18th suddenly turned around and looked at Dae-chul, coldly: “How's your illusionary ability exercise going? ”

“Why do you suddenly ask about this?” Dae-chul asked consciously.

"Xiaolu needs a very bastard father, and you just did a great job. ”

“Sister! You're going to go on!” Da Cheol is incredible... he certainly feels that it doesn't look like anything new to him, it simply looks like this 18th sister somehow got stronger.

He doesn't believe a black soul messenger who has lived in the hall for years is going to use such a cumbersome and inefficient method... isn't that too low?

“You got a problem with that? In that case, I'll think of another way, because you would not have been obliged to listen to me,” 18 said softly.

Dae-chul shook his head: “That's not what I meant. As I said, I was not a good person at all, and for some of the so-called methods, I would not resist... I was wondering, why don't we just thoroughly investigate all the things about this golden master? How do you know more so you can make better decisions? ”

I'm sure Dae-chul imagination 18 can understand what he means… As for 18, he hasn't spontaneously raised the matter, I'm afraid it's because he said it too beautifully at first, he can't get off the stage at this time, or he can't pull his face off - so he's spontaneous.

No. 18 took a deep look at Dae-chul and nodded suddenly: “Fine, the work on data collection was one of my duties. Leave everything behind the bamboo forest to you this time, just think of it as an exercise. Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. If I can make this deal, I will offer you some of the results that I will give you. ”

So... isn't that down the stairs? Da Cheol smiled slightly and said softly: “We'll talk about this later... then I'll think about where we should go to investigate. ”

Saying, Da Cheol's body fogged away, No. 18 slightly flashed, clearly just a new person who could not fly well, now can be so skilfully fogged.

“How much practice did he do in his back...”

Her view of Dae-chul has quietly changed… Surprisingly, Dae-chul is a black soul messenger who can live together normally.

“But... what the hell is going on in this bamboo forest?” The 18th can clearly feel this man's heart beating for a moment. However, just for a moment, it became solidly soup.

If he really loved his wife, this situation could explain the past… but he was in that weird pattern with his wife.

As Dae-chul said, it does need to be investigated in depth. The 18th silenced, subconsciously looking at the night as if it were a void, muttered: “Master, he is not the golden master who has deliberately responded because he has already foreseen this situation. If that's the case, then..."

Master, is he already spying on the future...?

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At 3: 30 a.m., the bamboo forest finally returned to its neighborhood.

Dragging his tired body for a day, he washed himself in silence and went to bed with his clothes. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly heard the roaring sound.

“Wake you up?” Bamboo Forest knows this is Hou Chen Yilin.

“I haven't slept.” Hou Chen Yilian said softly.

After a moment of silence, Bamboo Forest said: "Then... go to sleep. ”

Unexpectedly, the wife did not turn around, but rather brought her body closer together. It's a warm body that's been buried in the nest for a long time… this warmth is nothing like the kind of hot air that just came out of the shower.

Gently cast onto the body with a thin veil, like warm water at the right temperature.

The bamboo forest smelled the smell of his wife's shampoo, while his lips had been kissed... a heavy smell, and at the sight of the two, he could even respond to each other's rope kisses with instinct without thinking. You don't have to cooperate intentionally, because you've already practiced it a long time ago and don't know how many times.

His wife's enthusiasm was somewhat beyond the imagination of the bamboo forest. It was like being lit with magnesium strips, and a moment of light and heat was driving Hou Chen Yilin's mature body.

She sat enthusiastically across the bamboo woods, bowing to her body as if she did not want to leave the lips of the person she shared a bed with.

One by one, she unbuttoned her husband's pajamas and began to gently suck the husband's neck, as if it were raining heavily.

Finally, as a wife, her palms became restless. Hou Chen Yuxian's palm slipped into her husband's pajamas.

There's nothing unspeakable about them, because they're a lawful couple, because it's a human thing.

Because they are way past their so-called age… but Bamboo Forest knows that wives rarely behave like this, which makes him feel a little overwhelmed.

Such a gentle tomb, the bamboo forest does not know how many years of painstaking repairs it has taken to exchange it.

In the end, he shouted, softly with a bitter voice: "Let's go to sleep. ”

Hou Chen Yucold calmed down for a moment, his body seemed to be stiff... and time stagnated. When the time turned again, she, as the wife, flushed out of the quilt and looked at the bamboo forest with desperate eyes, turning her head and walking into the bathroom.

The sounds of water roared loudly, and the bamboo forest knew that they existed to conceal another sound.

But he could not, and could not find at all, what position he could use to stop these cloaked voices… because of his incompetence.

Yes - as a man who cannot fulfill his duties as a husband.

But he didn't lose his function as a man —— or his function was perfectly normal at all times. However, he was never able to react half the time in the face of his wife.

When Hou Chen Yilin finally walked out of the master bedroom bathroom, Bamboo Forest was no longer in the room.

He was lying on the couch in the living room outside, who wasn't asleep, wanted to sleep... Hou Chen Yucoln wasn't even willing to let herself think about it - she even wanted to forget the root of all this pain.

Hou Chen Yilin closed his eyes and naturally appeared in front of him the contents of the flower medals she had opened. These pieces flashed through her memories one after another and became clearer - including her love.

She doesn't know exactly how this amazing store is going to be priced, but she just feels that her love, which is close to broken, is really worth it.

Hou Chen Yuxian doesn't remember how long he and his husband were out of sync.

Turns out, the moment of poor synchronization, as always, was only painful.

Through the door, the quiet living room suddenly heard a scream coming from inside the room, and the bamboo forest ended up just covering its eyes with its arms.

4: 02 in the morning.

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Early in the morning, the spiritual hall of the cemetery welcomed a very young man with a scarf wrapped around his face.

It's not a regular festival of worship, very well someone will choose to come to the cemetery at this time to worship… The old man who cleans here looks at the young man with the scarf with some curiosity.

He stopped in front of a spiritual card and looked at one of them.

“Excuse me, would you like to buy some incense oil candles? ”

But now that someone's here, it's no surprise that my uncle is going to do a business with this young man who has nothing on his hands.

“Fine, give me some.” Dae-chul nodded.

The old man discovered that this young man seemed to be particularly devout, and eventually Dae-chul put a bunch of incense in the sky in front of a child's spiritual position... Zhu Mao Xing.

The name of the deceased child.

“Hey, little brother, who are you with this kid? How come I haven't seen you before?” Old man looks at Dae-chul curiously at this moment.

The old man's been running here, and most of the people who came here remembered, whether it was new to the grave or a long time ago —— but to think about it, this young man was the first person to see him.

“Well, I'm kind of a friend of the kid's parents.” Dae-chul then said a word and suddenly asked, "Have you seen the child's parents, old man? ”

“His mother would come quietly all the time. So I was very impressed.” The old man thought, “But his father, he doesn't remember much. I think I came here once when I first bought my place. ”

“Why?” Dae-chul suddenly asked.

The old man subconsciously said, "Probably because you feel guilty? After all, I don't think anyone would be comfortable with something like that... Alas, by the way, I can only blame the child for his fate. ”

“What do you mean?” Dae-chul asked.

“The child, like being locked in a car by his father, died of boredom. ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: “Normally, this kind of thing is common and can only be blamed for the carelessness of being a father. But it's not his father's fault. I heard his father just got out of the car and went to the convenience store next door to buy something. Didn't want to get hit directly by a drunk driver when he came back. He was sent to the hospital to rescue him... the kid didn't even notice he was still in the car... Yes, aren't you their friend? How do you not know... people? ”