Chapter 1120: Hotel

Zhang Wanlin smiled and said, "Why didn't I treat him?"
"He was pale just now, now ruddy."
"His eyes were dull just now, now they are piercing."
"Isn't it treatment yet, can you ask these audience friends?"
The spectators around are all aware of this view.
"Yes, now the old man is much better than before!"
"That's right, hasn't it been cured?"
... The old people were speechless, and the kitchen knife in their hands was not cut, nor was it not cut.
Zhang Wanlin said: "The advanced massage technique I used just now is worth two million yuan!!"
"For the sake of being an old man just now, and adding that I made a mistake first, I will make a half-fold and collect 1 million. Isn't it okay?"
Standing in front of a few people, Zhang Wanlin asked slyly, and they were shocked on the spot.
Originally, they touched porcelain with 500,000 yuan, but now it's fine, but they still have to give each other one million yuan.
Seeing the dramatic development in front of him, Song Huan laughed out loud, but he couldn't tell that Mr. Zhang had such a funny character.
"This...you are lying! How can massage cost millions?
It is clearly a lie! "
"Yes, don't believe it, everyone."
Zhang Wanlin said with confidence, "Everyone, you have seen this effect, which proves that I am not lying.
Since I have not lied, should this one million be given? "
"Yeah, I should give it anyway.
Otherwise, others will press it for you. "
"exactly.
It's really hard for good people to do now. "
"If it were me, I wouldn't press it, it would be a wolf."
Several people suddenly became stupid, and now the masses are all on the side of this young man, it is obviously impossible to chop him like this.
But I can't make sense.
At this time, the old man finally gasped and said: "You mb, then you still owe me 500,000 medical expenses. Isn't this appropriate?"
Zhang Wanlin thought about it seriously, and said, "It's really inappropriate.
So let's deduct your 500,000 medical expenses, and you can give me 500,000 directly. "
The faces of a few people who had just laughed suddenly froze, and they didn't make anything together, and they had to lose 500,000! ?
Song Huan was already happy in the car.
"Don't let the bill go wrong this time. Five hundred thousand, come on."
Zhang Wanlin asked for money when he spread out a hand.
"Dad, these five hundred thousand are too much, where do we get five hundred thousand?"
One humane.
"That's right, let alone half a million, we can't get a few thousand dollars."
The old man is tickling his teeth. This is the first time he has been touched by porcelain in his superb career! Although I know that this is totally unreasonable, I just can't refute it.
He was furious and frustrated, "Okay, wait for me, I will immediately call someone to clean you up!"
He took a few sons and left.
The crowd slowly dispersed.
Zhang Wanlin sat back in the car again and continued to reverse.
"You really are there."
Song Huan said, "We didn't take half a million, but let others take half a million."
"Huh, that's a trifle.
Did you fall in love with me? "
"No."
"But they said they would call someone later, shall we leave this place first?"
Zhang Wanlin smiled and said: "They just don't want to give money, they just find themselves a step down.
Okay, let's get off. "
They found a small hotel. There were not many hotels here, just this one, and it was small and broken, and the wood was crunchy when stepping on the stairs.
It seemed that he would collapse at any time because of a Hache.
"Is there really no problem living here?"
Song Huan asked.
She looked at everything around her with disgust, and Chen Gou was as dirty as it was.
There is also a smell.
"It's better than sleeping on the road with a meal, right?"
Zhang Wanlin said.
So the two people moved into the hotel, one each, living next to each other.
Song Huan could hear the creak of the bed on Zhang Wanlin's side from this room, and the sound insulation effect was really worse than without this wall.
She wanted to see how the wall was made, so she stabbed it with her hand, but she stabbed it with such a barrel before she thought.
Zhang Wanlin saw a hand suddenly grow out of the wall.
Some are unhappy.
"Song Huan, what are you doing to smash other people's walls?"
Song Huan was also wronged. A woman from her family slammed the wall through the wall before she used too much force, which was weaker than paper.
"I don't know this is so rubbish."
Song Huan said.
"Go to sleep.
I have to get up early tomorrow. "
There was another creaking sound, and it was obvious that Zhang Wanlin had fallen asleep.
Only Song Huan was lying on the bed alone and looking at the ceiling, how she felt something was wrong with her sleeping.
There are always faint rustling sounds in the dark.
Suddenly, she yelled out what she saw.
Passing directly through the wall, he came to Zhang Wanlin's room.
He took Zhang Wanlin's hand and said, "Zhang Wanlin, I'm afraid!"
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Wanlin sat up, and she hugged him.
"I'm afraid of mice, there are so many mice here."
"Why didn't I see it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wanlin saw an old number dangling on the window sill leisurely. Kang Xi had just returned from stealing food and was still making a tooth sacrifice.
"Anyway, I dare not sleep alone.
I'll just sit with you all night. "
After speaking, Song Huan sat on the opposite chair and looked around cautiously, for fear that a mouse with short eyes might attack him.
Zhang Wanlin was really helpless to her, so he didn't want to take a woman on the road.
Look, the trouble is at hand.
He bet that if it is not resolved quickly, there is nothing else to do.
"Okay, then you sleep with me, I'll stay with you, OK?"
Zhang Wanlin sat up from the bed and forced Song Huan to lie down.
"how about you?"
"Me, lie down on the table, too."
Zhang Wanlin felt a little funny when he saw a hole in the wall where a human figure passed through.
"Well, then I will go to bed first."
Song Huan pulled the quilt and closed his eyes.
In the silence, a faint whisper came from above.
Zhang Wanlin opened his eyes first, followed by Song Huan.
She nervously said, "What is going on?"
The whispering became louder and louder, and even gasping and groaning could be heard, and the ceiling chandelier was shaking with the rhythm of the sound.
Needless to say, I also know what happened.
Song Huan pulled up the quilt and blocked his face without saying a word.
Zhang Wanlin listened interestingly, like listening to music.
Don't sleep this night.
In the end, the ceiling roared like a furious god, and the debris of the house was falling.
"Hey, this is not safe."
Song Huan finally asked.
She wanted to go out, but saw Zhang Wanlin's eyes change a little.
She couldn't be more clear about this look.