Chapter 9: Little Metamorphosis [Grandma, how about the ticket? 】

Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao's neat suit dullly. This is not like Liu Biao's dress. In Zhang Yang's memory, Liu Biao has always been a black vest plus a pair of blue jeans, and occasionally a pair of white Sneakers, but most of the time are a pair of flip-flops, this is the first time I have seen this dress and leather suit.
"Hey, see the boss today. The boss likes to wear a suit, go, and eat with me." Liu Biao grinned.
"Then ... I still can't go ..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but hesitated. Although he had a good relationship with Liu Biao, he never participated in Liu Biao's social circle.
"Walk around, afraid of a bird. Hundreds of people will eat. No one will pay attention to you." Liu Biao grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and went to the sidewalk of the motorcycle.
"I……"
"What is this?" Liu Biao asked, looking at the black plastic bag in Zhang Yang's hand.
"Bread ..." Zhang Yang embarrassedly backed his hands.
"Bread? The old man gave it to you?" Liu Biao could not help frowning.
"Ahem!"
"give me."
"No!"
"give me!"
"No!"
...
"The dog said, this is for the dead old man, and I am not afraid to poison you, throw it to the old man, and go to dinner with the uncle." Liu Biao chased Zhang Yang, grabbed the bread and opened it for a look. Scolded and fell to the ground fiercely.
"I'm full." Zhang Yang felt his stomach. I didn't know if it was a problem with the bread or he was full. Zhang Yang felt that his stomach was much more comfortable.
"I rely on it. I'm going to eat when I'm full. Is it for humans? I'll go to the toilet to vomit this bread and empty my stomach. Is that what humans eat?"
"..."
"Boom, boom ..."
The flying engine of the motorcycle made a crazy sound, a large black smoke was emitted from the exhaust pipe, and the huge school entrance was suffocated with smoke, as if the smoke filled the battlefield. In the smoke, the motorcycle made a strange roar and killed it. There is a lot of traffic ...
...
Just after the motorcycle disappeared, Wang Bo Shi Ran walked out of the door guard room with his hands on his back, glanced at the distant smoke and squatted down, and carefully picked up the black plastic that Liu Biao had just dropped on the ground. Bag, patted the dust carefully and entered the guard room.
"Little bunny, don't you know that the meals in the plate are hard work? What do you see next time I'm hungry?"
The old man murmured to open the drawer, carefully wrapped the bread carefully and put it in the back of the drawer. When he closed the drawer, a small strong man followed the old man's hand and climbed out. The old man didn't hesitate. With a cold murderous look on his face, he patted it ...
"Liu Biao, isn't it appropriate for me to go?" Zhang Yang always felt a bit wrong, and it was easy for a student to run out of cheating, cheating and drinking.
"Do n’t be afraid, I ’m the boss today. I am setting up a wine at Baijiayuan Hotel. There are not a thousand or eighty people. There are not many more than you, less one than you. Hey, besides, I want to let You bun look at the style of our boss. "Liu Biao swayed his 250 or so spuriously in the traffic flow, with a proud smile, as if he was promoted instead of his boss.
"Oh ... shall I give a red envelope?"
"Fuck, if you give a red envelope, what kind of mixed rice to eat? You are so funny, don't think so much, you can't go wrong with me, let me make you big today ... keke ..."
"Eun, today I am mixing with Brother Biao. Now that the wind is strong, Brother Biao will stop talking, but it is not good to have a cold and cold."
"Uncle's body will catch a cold ... keke ..."
...
The city of C was not big, and it took less than ten minutes to drive this amazing motorcycle to the Baijiayuan Hotel. Of course, Liu Biao still knew it and parked the city ’s unique motorcycle far away. Next to a small garden in front of a business building, two walked past.
Dinner has already been finished in the school, but that is the life in the school, and some of the cafes and hotels started their business.
At this time, Baijiayuan was full of traffic. The huge parking lot in front of it was so crowded that there were all kinds of famous cars. You could see it in a stunned way. He had never seen it like this once in his life. Many famous cars.
"BMW ... Benz ... Cadillac ... Audi ... Ferrari ..."
Zhang Yang drooled and looked at a car with a bright luster, can't wait to run over to touch mo. Although he is not a fan, as a man, his obsession with these famous cars is not inferior to those fans.
"Fuck, do you have a good spirit, don't lose my face ..." Liu Biao knocked on Zhang Yang's head fiercely, but his eyes stared at a new Mercedes-Benz 600.
"Oh, yeah, don't be ashamed."
Zhang Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable pride, as if these famous cars that he did not even think about were nothing at all. In the subconscious, an intuition told him that there are many, many good cars in the world. These cars, although expensive , But not top-level, at least, the Rolls-Royce Phantom is more noble than every car here.
Unconsciously, Zhang Yang had undergone a small transformation. The lightness and indignity dominated his current state of mind. Although it was impossible to immediately see him from the perspective of the superior, at least he had an attitude of inferiority. .
"What's wrong with you?" Liu Biao asked in surprise.
"Yi Di?" Zhang Yang was asked somehow.
"I felt like you were suddenly a little different ..."
Liu Biao grabbed his head, and the moment he turned back, he suddenly discovered that the little wretched guy behind him actually made him feel indescribable, as if something was coming ... Wind and clear cloud Yunshu ...
", I can't say it." Liu Biao sighed fiercely. With his education level of fighting girls all day, he couldn't find proper adjectives.
"..."
Zhang Yang is speechless. Of course, he has long been accustomed to Liu Biao's frivolous style.
[, I feel tens of thousands of kilometers away from the list, fainted, brothers, where is your recommendation ticket? 】