Chapter 13 The Legend of the Dogleg

There is no recommendation ticket, I feel uncomfortable all over!

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Going to school is a big deal and cannot be taken lightly. Everything else is easy to say, at least which class you are in, who is the head teacher, who you have a good relationship with at school and who you have a bad relationship with, you have to know that, right? This is the easiest place to show flaws, but what should we do?

Hong Dali was in a hurry, but after all, time waited for no one, so he had to go home with the driver first.

When he was about to leave, Hong Dali did not forget to arrange for Ling Xiaoyi: "From now on, you will live here first, and you can contact me directly if you need anything. Well, leave your mobile phone number and I will call you when you come back. You are directly in charge."

Seeing that Hong Dali was not going to take her away, Ling Xiaoyi was somewhat disappointed. After all, the place where the Hong family lived was a legendary castle-like building. In the mountains, even if you couldn't live in it, it would be good to have a look. Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoyi resolutely pretended to be pitiful: "Young master, yes, can you ask me to go back with the young master first? I'm a little scared to live here by myself. Well, even if I come back at night by myself."

This girl, isn't she planning to recommend herself as a pillow mat? Hong Dali took a closer look at Ling Xiaoyi again. Although he was far inferior to Tang Muxin, she was still a beauty, and she was expected to be a queen in the future. Forget it, then simply take them back together. Hong Dali asked the driver, "Well, have all the cars I wanted come?"

The driver replied respectfully: "Young master, we've already arrived, and the car is parked outside the door."

"Then let's go!" Hong Dali walked out swaggeringly, humming as he walked, "Idiots, open the way ahead, what are you waiting for! Speed ​​up, let's go home!"

"Yes!" The three male dog legs aggressively opened the way ahead, relying on their own bodies to forcibly force their way out of the crowd, really quite a bit of prestige.

Nine gangsters, together with Hong Dali, Tang Muxin and the driver, a group of twelve people marched out of the gate of Ye Laixiang nightclub. At this time, three brand new black cars had already parked at the gate. The logos on the front of these three cars were There is a golden angel pattern, and there is an angel praying with wings on the front of the car. Hong Dali only heard the three dog legs exclaim: "My God, it turned out to be a praying angel! A praying angel! Such a car The price of the car must be at least one million!"

Praying for an angel? Starting at one million? I guess it's about the same level as the Rolls Royce on Earth?

Not bad, only this kind of car can take advantage of his status as a super prodigal son. How boring would it be if it was an ordinary car?

Hong Dali expressed his satisfaction, and laughed loudly: "What are you waiting for? Get in the car and start, open the way ahead!"

Three black praying angels took the lead, and Hong Dali's stretched limousine followed behind. The scene was high-end and luxurious, with low-key luxury and connotations, attracting the attention of countless passers-by. Many people who knew how Hong Dali and these bastards were taken away beat their chests and stamped their feet, wishing to return to their mother's womb and be born again before they could be reconciled.

Overnight, the legend about Hong Dali's nine dog legs resounded throughout the streets and alleys. Everyone knows that the super prodigal son of the Hong family, Hong Dali, and the young master Hong have randomly accepted a few scumbags. These scumbags usually drive praying angels and wear the most expensive Maloney fashions. That's a powerful and powerful man!

Everyone said that to be able to become Hong Dali's dog's leg, it must be the blessings cultivated in eight lifetimes, only when the ancestral grave smokes.

That's not enough.

Of course, Hong Dali didn't care about these rumors at all.

Now he is looking at the prodigal value displayed on the system with a wry smile——

The host's current prodigal amount: 327,845 yuan. Is it converted into attribute value?

Is there even a need to ask? Without even thinking about it, Hong Dali replied directly: "Exchange all of it and add it to the health index." In an instant, Hong Dali felt warm all over his body again, and his physical condition improved a little, just a word!

Now that the health index has reached 45 points, Hong Dali is no longer as strong as before, as if a gust of wind could blow Hong Dali down. It's finally a little bit more normal, which is really a good thing to celebrate.

The car drove all the way, and soon arrived at the gate of her family's Hongwu Villa. Tang Muxin, who was sitting beside her, sniffed and asked in a low voice: "Dali, you don't mean you want me to sleep at your house at night?"

"Then there's no need to ask?" Hong Dali asked strangely: "You are my fiancee now, it's normal for you to sleep in my house, and you have to go to school together tomorrow, isn't that just right?"

"Sleeping at your house? We have to go to school together tomorrow?!" Tang Muxin screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "In that case, how can you tell me to face my classmates? Then I might as well just die. !" Sleeping in the home of a prodigal son like Hong Dali? Still go to school together? How can I hold my head up after that? Going prodigal with him today is already something she can regret for the rest of her life. If she doesn't come back at night, she will have nightmares for the rest of her life!

"It's not a big deal, look at how excited you are." Hong Dali curled his lips, what he was actually thinking about now was how to find out which class he was in from Tang Muxin's mouth. After thinking about it for a while, Hong Dali remembered that he had met her for such a long time, and she never seemed to say that the two of them were in the same class. In other words, the relationship between the two is likely to be the same school but different classes. Thinking of this, an idea flashed in Hong Dali's mind, and he smiled at Tang Muxin: "By the way, I said Xinxin, you see, we have such a relationship, why don't I go to your class? Or you come to our class , how are you?"

"Go to hell, I won't go to your class!" Tang Muxin was obviously taken aback, and she refused decisively: "Your class is called a death class, but I still want to study hard and get into a better university in the future , do you think that everyone, like you, regards prodigal as the only goal in life?!"

"If you don't turn it, don't turn it. Why are you so excited?" Hong Dali was a little disdainful, but his heart was full of joy: "Death class? Hehe, it's easy if you have this clue, um, find a dog leg and go first tomorrow." The school asks which class is the death class, and it can be done in minutes, hahahaha!"

When the goal was achieved, Hong Dali naturally stopped embarrassing Tang Muxin: "Well, if you really don't want to live in my house, there's nothing you can do about it. It's not my style to force people. In this way, when you come to my house, you first say hello to my parents, Then I'll call a dog leg to take you back, is that all right?"

"You have a conscience, hum!"