Chapter 422: The problem is big

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Zhou Jinhui is a free-spirited person. He said that he would drink, even if he did n’t even have peanuts. Su Yuanchao was also a senior alcoholic. With a drink, the eyes of the two instantly brightened.
"Good wine is like a hermit, but it's tasted without its name." The two exaggerated the loose wine from the countryside.
Wang Ping'an shrugged and didn't want to follow suit. Jiuye's man sold wine, the price was too high, and he wouldn't be less than a point of self-praise. Why bother?
One day Jiu Ye will send some good wines of his own, maybe it is possible for him to praise: "Good wine, Lu Lulu."
Zhou Xueping is Zhou Jinhui's eldest son. Every dinner, he must control the overall situation.
The kitchen's dishes have already been half done, and they are preparing to open the table.
Anyone who thought that the two old men in the living room had already drunk, so he ordered, immediately served, and officially began the evening banquet.
Zhou Jinhui's two sons, two daughters, and his wife passed away last year. All adults can sit on the table to eat, but minor children can only sit at another table.
Coupled with three guests, Wang Ping'an, Su Yuanchao and Su Jianhua, a large table just sat full.
The first glass of wine was picked up by Zhou Jinhui and stood up. He said a lot of gratitude with great solemnity. Then everyone stood up and gave Wang Ping a glass together.
This glass is regarded as Zhou Jinhui's respect. Thanks to his life-saving grace, Wang Ping's took it and can bear this glass of wine.
Then I would like to return to everyone. He felt that today's wine court etiquette was over.
If someone wants to drink their own wine below, it does n’t matter. They do n’t admonish themselves, no matter how many cups they give, they can still accompany them.
Uncle Su Jianhua looked at Wang Ping'an and the children of Su's family with envy, and kept toasting him all the time, all grateful words.
He felt that if he was Wang Ping'an, more than 90% of the transfers could be won.
However, today is not an occasion to talk about business, just bring the meaning to you, just put your posture on it, you do n’t need to talk at all.
With Zhou Xueping's status today, he can know what he is looking for at a glance.
Two hours later, both the host and the host were happy, and the two-tan Huaxi specials were all consumed.
Zhou Jinhui wanted to open two more bottles of Maotai, and everyone was convinced. After all, he had just crawled out of the life and death line. Today's test results are still in the hospital. How can everyone let him drink too much.
Su Yuanchao is an old drunkard. On this occasion, he did not persuade him to drink. When he saw that everyone was drinking similarly, he took Wang Ping'an and Su Jianhua away and ended today's banquet.
Going back to courtyard No. 8, Wang Ping saw grandma, mother, aunt and other people chatting in the living room. The TV was on. Only Wang Fengxi and Wang Degui were watching. The little fat man Su Zirui had been looking down on his mobile phone.
"Erbao, you are back, is everything going well?" Asked the grandmother.
"Isn't it okay?" Wang Pingping looked at Grandpa with uncertainty, because he really couldn't understand what was talking on the table.
"Basically no problem, Jianhua should thank Erbao this time." Su Yuanchao said blankly.
"Yes, the Zhou family was able to promise this time, thanks to Erbao." Su Jianhua said excitedly.
Aunt Song Xiaojuan shouted excitedly: "Her husband, is this a thing?"
"Basically no problem." Su Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the other party's thoughts of repaying gratitude were so clear. He said on the spot that there was no dispatch, no resignation.
Not only did Zhou Jinhui say so, but even Zhou Xueping said that, the matter was 100% certain.
Wang Ping'an didn't think there was anything to do with this relationship. After saving people, he also received a system reward.
As for the gratitude of the uncle's family, it is optional. Anyway, the survival of his own family does not depend on him.
If he had a conscience and a better attitude towards his parents, it would be better.
Su Zirui, who even played games, was picked up by people and thanked Wang Pingping.
Wang Ping'an didn't care about waving his hand, Yi Xingluan, said to rest early, and went back to the room.
Tomorrow is the grandfather's sixty-six-year-old birthday. After his birthday, his family will leave.
Huaxi Town is far away from the provincial capital, and it takes two or three hours on the high-speed road. There are not many opportunities to come and go in the future.
Among the relatives and friends that I have come into contact with, except for the aunt Sammy who is a little annoying and has no eyesight, the two uncles are passable.
Especially tonight, my sister Wang Fengxi has secretly told herself that the young aunt gave her a new set of clothes and a bag, which can make up for the defect that she did not come yesterday and did not give gifts.
The only aunts I have n’t seen yet are the ones who have heard that the aunts have a temperament and a big business, and the average person does n’t like to take care of it ... it does n’t matter, as long as you do n’t take the initiative to find something.
Tomorrow's grandfather's birthday, her family, still on the plane today, will arrive at the provincial capital tomorrow morning.
In the early morning of the next day, after Wang Ping got up and washed, he still went out to exercise, hoping that he still had the opportunity to do a good deed every day.
In the yard, Grandpa Su Yuanchao just finished a set of Tai Chi and was panting and wiping sweat.
When he saw Wang Ping's coming out, he smiled and said, "Erbao, would you go out for a run early in the morning? Will you save another person today?"
"Uh ... I don't know." Wang Pingping answered honestly.
Because the system does not publish tasks, he really does not want to find trouble. As a salted fish, it is his true temperament that he has to live through.
Today, the sports venues in the center of the compound are all normal and no accidents have occurred.
Wang Ping'an ran past the square, and also deliberately made two laps. He still didn't see the half-dead sick, so he returned to the No. 8 hospital in disappointment.
Today, there is no chance of doing a good deed every day.
At noon, my mother helped my grandmother to cook, and the aunt, uncle, and uncle came with their family, but only the aunt's family disappeared.
It was already 11 o'clock, and Su Yuanchao made several phone calls, but no one answered.
"What's going on?" Su Yuanchao murmured anxiously.
Su Mei shouted at the side while shouting, "What else is going on, my little girl must have been delayed by big business. It's not that I said that she really didn't have a big picture, my father lived a long life, came late, all calls, No, it still worried everyone. She must have spoiled her since childhood. "
"Shut up!" Su Yuanchao shouted irritably.
"Hum, I'm so partial. I don't want anyone to talk." Aunt pouted, grinning, grabbing a paw, and went to the balcony upstairs to nibble.
At this moment, Su Yuanchao's cell phone rang and was called by his aunt Su Ziyu.
"Dad ... something happened ... Zipengshan villa area ... strange sky ... blocked ... can't get out ..."
"What? Hey, Xiaoyu, what the happened, do you speak clearly?" Su Yuan shouted anxiously.
"Dididi ... Dididi ..." There was no sound from the phone.
"What's wrong?" Wang Ping heard the phone, and his aunt's voice was extremely frightened, as well as some familiar thunder and strange roars, like zombies.
"Your sister-in-law may be in trouble, I will call to ask." Su Yuanchao said, dialing a short number.
At this time, Wang Ping'an stepped forward to his cousin Su Nu and asked, "Zipengshan villa area, where is it? Far?"
"The eastern suburbs, a little far away, have to take the inter-city expressway, which is a favorite villa area of ​​the rich in the provincial capital. The aunt has a villa there."
"Give me the address of her house, let me check it." Wang Ping said.
"I'll position you. My aunt lives at No. 92 Wanshizhaiyuan, Zipeng Mountain." Su Fei said, quickly on WeChat, giving Wang Ping an address.
"Wan's House ... The husband's husband's surname Wan? The local clan?" Wang Pingan said in surprise.
"Yes, is there any problem?" Su Yu asked puzzled.
"The problem is big. By the way, I send a few pictures of my aunt's family. I have a hurry ..." Wang Pingfei rushed out of the small courtyard, mobilizing Babos, and rushed out.