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In the study, the father and son made another deduction on the various possibilities that were about to happen next.

I discussed it until very late before the conversation ended.

Finally, before leaving the study, Xiao Yuanfang once again told Wang Le: "When I have a good intention, I will notify you as soon as possible, but be careful."

Wang Le smiled and nodded, and followed Xiao Yuanfang to leave the study room and return to his respective rooms to rest.

"It seems that you have to practice the Vajra Glazed Cover quickly during this period."

Wang Le, who was lying on the bed, thought of the challenges he was about to face next, and felt the urgency to continue to strengthen his own strength.

Because it was already very late and I was not in a hurry to leave the capital, Wang Le did not go out to Su Yang to treat the other party.

Like usual, while Wang Le practiced daily practice and improved the martial arts realm, he practiced the Vajra Glazed Cover with one mind and two uses.

Time passed slowly during the practice. The moon set and the stars were dark, and the sky turned from black to white. The red sun broke free from the last trace of restraint and slowly got up, dyeing half of the sky with blood red, which was particularly gorgeous.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Le, who was entering meditation and practicing, woke up through the window with the sunshine, put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, washed up briefly, and came to the dining room.

At this time, Xiao Yuanfang had already gone out, and Lulu was also escorting the school at home with the guards.

Ning Bizhi, who was walking in the yard with her big belly, saw that Wang Le had already gotten up and returned to the house.

"You kid didn't say hello in advance before coming to the capital, so I woke up in the morning and realized that you were home last night."

After asking the housekeeper to serve the hot breakfast from the kitchen, Ning Bizhi scolded Wang Le, who was sitting at the dining table, in anger.

Wang Le quickly nodded and admitted his mistake, and explained with a smile: "I came to Beijing yesterday afternoon and went to Lian Yayuan to talk to the old man about something. Later, Xiyan called him to the hairstyle house, which delayed a lot of effort, so it was a little late when I came back."

Immediately, Wang Le touched his hair, and said with a look of praise for me, "Mom, your son's hairstyle is not bad, right?!"

Ning Bizhi nodded without thinking and praised: "My son is born with a handsome embryo, and he has all the hairstyles, and he is also the most handsome."

Young Master Wang was praised by Ning Bizhi and ate two more bowls of porridge.

"Xiaole, you just happened to be back. You still have to talk to you about the things you mentioned before."

When Wang Le finished eating and sat on the sofa in the living room to drink tea after meals, Ning Bizhi, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Wang Le asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Ning Bizhi replied: "Your mother, Yu Weicheng, a classmate from Peking University, was in Beijing now. He always wanted to meet you, but he always missed it. Do you think you should notify him and make an appointment to chat?"

When Wang Le saw that he nodded without thinking much, he agreed and said, "That's right, it's better to meet today than a day, otherwise, I don't know when I will wait next time!"

After a pause, Wang Le said: "By the way, the boy is all junior. You should ask him where he lives. If it is convenient, it would be better if I visit him in person."

Ning Bizhi thought about it, so she got up and walked to the landline, found Yu Weicheng's mobile phone number, and called out.

At this time, Wang Le was also somewhat expectant of the next meeting with Yu Weicheng, because he knew very little about his mother who had only seen photos and died after giving birth to him.

Perhaps this old classmate of my mother can know some of the past from that time, and he wants to know what kind of person his mother is.

As a son of man, Wang Le's understanding and memory of her biological mother Wang Xiaodie is blank in his mind.

Because of this, Wang Le always thought of making up for this blank space and trying to make up for it as much as possible, so when he was a child, he would always pester Dean Chen and ask a lot of things about his mother, but Dean Chen was always secretive and unwilling to talk more.

As he grew older and matured, Wang Le understood why President Chen didn't want to talk more. Because he had passed away and the past was so sad, he no longer asked about his mother's life.

But I still hope to know more about my mother.

Wang Le's heart was ups and downs at this time, with anxiety and expectation...

At the same time, two men walked out of the airport hall in the suburbs of Beijing, one of whom was the former king of underground fighting in Tianxiang Pavilion in Beijing - the Peaker!

"Young young man left home and the eldest son, and now I still remember the scene when I left the capital at the age of eight. In this blink of an eye, it has been twenty years since then, and time has passed so quickly."

Walking in front of the peaker, a young and handsome long-haired man in a very ordinary white T-shirt and jeans closed his eyes, breathing the air of his hometown, and said with emotion.

"I don't know the years in the mountains, and it's extremely boring. Only by entering this world can you feel the meaning of life. Brother Lu must enjoy it this time when he returns to Beijing."

The peaker standing half a step behind the young man said with a smile. Now the braids left behind his head have grown again. Well, it is about twenty centimeters long, which is much shorter than the long braid bit off by Mr. Wang. It can only be said that the revolution has not been successful yet. Comrades still need to work hard to apply more hair growth water to make it happen.

The man surnamed Lu opened his slender single eyelid eyes, obviously disagreed with the view of the peaker, and murmured: "Things are different from people, everything is gone. This world is just a ties in martial arts practice."

The peaker didn't care, and even if he had any objections, he didn't dare to say it. You should know that the big man standing in front of him was many times better than him.

"Brother Qian, is that man named Wang Le really that powerful? He can reach the innate realm without systematic practice?"

The man surnamed Lu showed an interesting look and turned his head to look at the peak and asked.

The peaker's heart twitched. Every time he dreamed of midnight, he thought of the scene where he was beaten by Wang Le and that bastard on the ring so hard that his grandma didn't recognize him. The deeper the hatred in his heart.

If it weren't for the master's magic medicine, his peak man would have become a useless person in his life.

Every time he saw the long disappearing braid on his head in the mirror, it was like carving the word "trash" on his forehead. This shame made him suffer day and night. If he did not avenge this revenge, his peak person would never be able to raise his head for the rest of his life.
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