Chapter 92: The Patron Saint of Wucheng?

Su Jue overreacted, ignoring the pain in her body, and grabbed Su Qinghe's hand.

"Grandpa, did she also win a snuff bottle?"

Old Master Su was inexplicable, and withdrew his hand in disgust.

"Then I don't know. I was in a hurry at that time. After seeing her, I hurried away. I don't know the follow-up."

Su Jue glared at Grandpa speechlessly.

If you are in a hurry, you have to go to see people play Go, so I guess that is not too urgent!

"It's all your fault!" Su Qinghe kicked Su Jue, "Who made you have a high fever at that time, it made me mad! What, do you know about this?"

Su Jue: ? ? ?

He felt very mysterious, and he didn't know what to say. 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 the grandfather's words and asked further.

"Grandpa, who do you think is better than Lu Mian and Su Luo?"

Su Luo, the little Go princess of their Su family, has been competing in other places recently. At the age of 17, she came back with a lot of great prizes.

Su Qinghe touched his chin, his eyes swept across the chessboard, "It's hard to say."

"how?"

"I don't know if Mianmian has continued to study Go, but since Su Luo showed her talent at the age of seven, her family has been nurturing her. It's hard to judge their strength now."

"Grandpa, otherwise...you've worked so hard, let Lu Mian also participate in the Go competition!"

If the Lu family saw Lu Mian's performance in the Go game, perhaps the misunderstanding of the year would be solved.

Perhaps, Lu Mian didn't hate himself so much anymore.

"You grandson, you really think your grandfather has such a big face! I think she can't force anyone if she doesn't want to."

"..." Su Jue blushed.

Unexpectedly, the highly respected grandfather in Wucheng would say such a thing.

"Grandpa, try it. This is very important to Lu Mian!"

The grandson is soft and hard, but Su Lao can't help it. He was really looking forward to it, so he called Lu Mian after school.

Lu Mian was scanning books in the bookstore.

I read them one by one, but I didn't see what I wanted, but the phone vibrated first.

She didn't plan to answer the call at the bookstore, no matter who the other party was, she hung up without any pressure.

Su Lao had to use very slow hands, typing and sending messages to her.

[Mianmian, grandpa held a Go game this weekend, do you want to come and participate? 】

It took him two full minutes to type these words, and after sending it, he waited for less than two seconds, and there was a reply.

【Don't go. 】

Su Qinghe held his phone and squinted, helpless. That's right, this girl is generally not interested in these things, and if she tries, it will be in vain.

Lu Mian closed the phone, picked up a novel, and walked to the cashier.

There is an LCD TV hanging on the wall at the entrance, and the news of Wucheng is playing on it.

A middle-aged man with a slightly protruding abdomen, wearing a neat and serious uniform, waved his hands to the camera, [It's not me, I don't have it, don't talk nonsense. I really am not the patron saint of Wucheng! 】

Lu Mian glanced casually and saw that the man on the TV was somewhat similar to Fat Hao at her front desk.

She curled her lips, "Boss, check out."

While scanning the barcode, the boss sighed with emotion: "We Wucheng, we have a patron saint! Hey, it's strange that there are people who do good deeds without leaving their names. Girl, 18 yuan."

Lu Mian handed over the mobile payment code and smiled, "Maybe, it's just boring."

"what?"

When the boss came back to his senses, Lu Mian had already left the door.

The wind chimes 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.

"Seventh brother, you have seen it. That one has become the patron saint of Wucheng, and you are still as stable as Mount Tai here!"