Chapter 92: The patron saint of Wucheng?

Su Jue overreacted, ignoring the physical pain, and grabbed Su Qinghe's hand.
"Grandpa, did she still win a snuff bottle?"
Elder Su was inexplicable and withdrew his hand in disgust.
"Then I don't know, I was in a hurry at that time, and I hurried away after watching her, I don't know the follow-up."
Su Jue stared at Grandpa silently.
If you are in a hurry, you still have to watch someone play Go. I guess it's not too anxious!
"Blame you kid!" Su Qinghe kicked Su Jue, "Who made you have a high fever at that time, and I was so angry! Why, do you know this?"
Su Jue:? ? ?
He felt very mysterious and didn't know how to say it. There was only one thought in his mind, Lu Mian didn't lie! It was the Lu family who misunderstood her!
He didn't answer Grandpa's words, and asked further.
"Grandpa, then do you think Lu Mian is better than Su Luo?"
Su Luo, the little Go princess of their Su family, has been playing in the field recently. At only 17 years old, she returned with a lot of awards.
Su Qinghe touched his chin, his gaze swept back and forth on the chessboard, "It's hard to tell."
"how?"
"I don't know if Mianmian has continued to study Go, but after Su Luo revealed his talent at the age of seven, the family has been deliberately cultivating her. Now it is difficult to judge their abilities."
"Grandpa, otherwise... you work hard, let Lu Mian go to the Go tournament too!"
If the Lu family saw Lu Mian's performance in the Go game, perhaps the misunderstanding that year could be solved.
Perhaps, Lu Mian didn't hate herself that much.
"You grandson, you really look like your grandfather's face! I think, she doesn't want to be forced by anyone."
"..." Su Jue was ashamed.
Unexpectedly, the respected grandpa in Wucheng would say such a thing.
"Grandpa, try it. This is very important to Lu Mian!"
The grandson was soft and hard, but Old Su couldn't help it. He himself was really looking forward to it, so he called Lu Mian after school.
Lu Mian was scanning books in the bookstore.
I read it one by one, but didn't see what I wanted, but the phone vibrated first.
She didn't plan to answer at the bookstore, no matter who the other party was, she hung up without any pressure.
Mr. Su had to use his hand speed very slowly and typed a message to her.
[Mianmian, Grandpa held a Go game this weekend, would you like to join it? 】
It took him two full minutes to type these words, and after sending them, he waited less than two seconds before he responded.
[Not going. 】
Su Qinghe held his phone and squinted, feeling helpless. Right, this girl is generally not interested in these things, and even tried for nothing.
Lu Mian closed the phone, took the novel casually, and walked to the cashier.
An LCD TV was hung at the door, and Wucheng News was broadcast on it.
A middle-aged man with a bulging abdomen, wearing a neat and serious uniform, waved his hand to the camera, [It's not me, I don't, don't talk nonsense. I am really not the patron saint of Wucheng! 】
Lu Mian glanced casually. The appearance of the man on TV was somewhat similar to Fat Hao at her front desk.
She curled her lips, "Boss, check out."
While scanning the bar code, the boss sighed with emotion: "Let's Wucheng, there is a patron saint! Tsk, it's strange that there are still good deeds unnamed these days. Girl, 18 yuan."
Lu Mian handed over the mobile payment code and smiled, "Maybe, it's just boring."
"what?"
When the boss recovered, Lu Mian had already walked out.
The wind chime on the glass door shook twice, making a crisp and pleasant collision.
"What a strange girl."

In the psychological clinic, the breath is very anxious.
Ye Jinwen turned off the TV, and was furious.
"Seven brother, you can see it. That one has become the patron saint of Wucheng, and you are still here as stable as Mount Tai!"