Marry first and try love: After a flash marriage, the boss becomes wild and promiscuous

Chapter 1897 Flash Mob

Although his master always let him do as he pleased and never forced him to be sociable or to integrate into the group.

However, today was the first time Cheng Xuri had such a strong desire to integrate. So it arose naturally and then became uncontrollable.

He picked up the bowl and followed, and just as he squatted down, a strong smell of mud wafted up from him. Little White squatted down beside him too...

It was still carrying its food bowl, which contained a large bone—its breakfast.

Then the group of people and the wolf obediently squatted in a row, watching the excitement while slurping noodles and gnawing on bones, eating with great relish.

It must be said that, putting everything else aside, the Zheng family's noodle-making skills are truly excellent.

This scallion oil noodle dish is so fragrant with scallion oil.

He slurped loudly, making constant hissing sounds.

This greatly affected Zheng Xuemei's performance. She glared at the group of old and young people squatting on the ground watching the commotion and said, "Quiet down, you understand?"

"Oh, oh." Caibao nodded, then took another big slurp of noodles, making a "slurping" sound.

She doesn't smack her lips when she eats, but she doesn't eat noodles in big bites, so it feels like half the flavor is lost.

With her setting an example, the others also let loose, and the hissing sound started again.

"Fine, fine," Zheng Xuemei sneered, "I'll teach these people a lesson they won't forget!"

A moment later, Zheng Xuemei's mother arrived, trembling, leading two children. Upon seeing them, the onlookers immediately perked up and, with perfect understanding, made way for them.

There was a large man and two children, each carrying a lidded bucket. Judging from how much effort they were putting into carrying it, they must have been carrying quite a lot.

What is Zheng Xuemei up to?

Everyone is curious.

Zheng Xuemei puffed out her chest and pointed at Zheng Yujun and the others: "Mom! Over here!"

"coming."

In the blink of an eye, an old woman who could barely walk suddenly strode forward and splashed the bucket in her hand hard at Zheng Yujun and his group.

The moment the old woman made a move, Caibao understood. She jumped up and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

He took off running in a flash!

The others had worked with her for a long time and had developed a considerable level of understanding. They all got up and retreated, and even Xiaobai was alert enough to pick up its dog bowl and run after her. Only Leo, only he, was still squatting there foolishly sucking on his noodles.

He kept praising it while he ate.

"It smells delicious! It's so tasty! Chinese noodles are the best thing in the world!!"

"Wow~~"

Countless amounts of excrement and urine were splashed all over their heads and faces, and Zheng Yujun and the others were drenched.

Leo fared even worse; he was holding a bowl, and the bowl he painstakingly ate half of was instantly filled again.

Yes, that's how hospitable we are. We never let any foreigner go hungry or have an empty bowl of rice.

Leo stood there dumbfounded, his head covered in a yellowish, unidentified object.

Zheng Yujun and his group fared even worse, as they were the primary targets of the attack, and all the best items were given to them.

Zheng Xuemei wasn't lying; it really was the second day of her period.

Because what was hanging on Zheng Yujun's head was a used...feminine hygiene product, soaked in soup and juices... stuck to his scalp.

That image, that smell...

"yue!"

The sounds of vomiting continued.

The circle of onlookers instantly grew much larger.

Zheng Yujun's face turned green.

People in Hai Province are particularly superstitious about this, especially business people.

Didn't you see they spent a fortune hiring Master Zheng to adjust the feng shui? In the end, whether the feng shui was actually adjusted or not, he doesn't know. All he knows is that ever since Master Zheng brought that little kid over yesterday, he... has become even more unlucky.

He's now covered head to toe in a woman's genitals, stained with feces and urine...

This is going to make his bad luck even worse; he'll never have any good luck in his life.

How is this any different from a blood feud? Huh?

Oh, it seems there is a difference. At least when his father died, he wasn't this... emotionally agitated.

Enraged, Zheng Yujun swung the thing away, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "Zheng Yumei!! You bitch!! I'll kill you!"

At this moment, one has to admire Ms. Zheng Yumei; she is truly a perfect all-rounder, without a single flaw.

And she was even willing to go all out. She lowered her head and charged at Zheng Yujun, saying, "Come on, hit me here. If you can't kill me today, you, Zheng Yujun, are a son of a bitch!"

Zheng Yujun raised his fist to strike, and his cousin, terrified, rushed over, shouting, "Brother! Calm down! Please calm down!"

The kids got into a fight yesterday, and it's already this bad today. If they hit Zheng Xuemei, wouldn't she blow up the Zheng family's ancestral graves?

His cousin frantically tried to calm Zheng Yujun down, but Zheng Yujun's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and in the end, he didn't dare to smash them down.

Zheng Xuemei spat at him and said, "Coward!"

Kill people and kill your heart.

Zheng Yujun jumped up to kick her, but his cousin directed the servants to quickly carry him into the house.

He was jumping around as they lifted him up.

I used to pride myself on being a civilized person and never uttering harsh words.

What now?

He has already started cursing Zheng Xuemei's ancestors for eight generations, and has also started his domineering CEO mode, which is incredibly cool and arrogant.

Zheng Xuemei watched their retreating figures, snorted coldly, and then waved her hand: "Let's go! We'll follow them!"

Her mother and her three children quickly followed her inside.

Once inside the hall, she lay down on the sofa as if she knew her way around, while her son and daughter started running around to different rooms, stuffing anything they saw into their arms.

The old lady sat on the sofa, took off her shoes and socks, put her feet up on the coffee table, and began to peel off the skin from her feet, casually putting the peeled skin into the teapot.

Zheng Shou:......

Damn it! He seemed to have had tea yesterday.

Zheng Xuemei sat there picking her nose while ordering the maid, "You! Go pour me a teacup. After all this cursing, you're going to kill me with all this tea!"

The servants had all witnessed her "charm" and dared not disobey, so they actually poured her a cup of tea.

She and her mother each had a cup, taking a sip with a hissing sound, and then spitting tea leaves everywhere with a spitting sound. The Zheng family members were angry but dared not speak out.

Caibao and the others silently watched Leo, who was still squatting on the ground, motionless.

Huang Haohui whispered to Caibao, "Has he gone stupid from eating shit?"

How can you breathe while holding such a huge bowl of "gold" that's almost overflowing?

Fortunately, Sister Caibao reacted quickly enough; otherwise, they would have definitely gotten their hands on those three buckets of manure.

It seems the old saying is true: following the right person is more important than hard work, and making the right choice is more important than diligence. They never suffer losses by following Sister Caibao.

Huh~~

Treasure looked at Leo's head, which looked like it had been licked by a calf—oh, no, it hadn't been licked, it had been poked in the calf's rear end…

His once thick brown hair was now wet and stuck to his scalp in clumps.