C9 Surname Wang Eight

The next morning, when Shen Anran woke up and put on his suit, he could no longer smell anything. The smell was so strong last night, but it disappeared in the middle of the night.

According to the itinerary sent to each guest by the host, there was nothing to do during the day. The guests could casually walk around on the passenger ship and enjoy the scenery, while someone was responsible for delivering lunch to each cabin. At night, there would be a banquet.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen."

"Good morning."

"Mr. Shen."

"..."

responded to all of them one by one. After they reached the deck, Shen Anran picked a table and sat down, and very quickly, a worker came over to serve tea and a fruit plate. Shen Anran enjoyed the scenery of the sea while drinking his morning tea, clearing away the haze that had engulfed his heart for many days.

"Beep, beep ~ ~"

The light on the watch that connected them flashed twice. Shen Anran put down the teacup in his hand, and took out a metal ring the size of a fingernail from his pocket in his suit. He placed it behind his ears, then pressed the answer button on the watch to make a call.

[Elder Brother Anran, good morning.]

"What are you happy about getting up so early today?"

[That's right, I bought a train ticket in town early in the morning and will be leaving for Hua Hong Kong City in two days' time. I will arrive around 4 to 5 in the afternoon.]

"Hmm, I'll bring you to have some delicious food when we get there."

[No need, no need. When we set off, my parents will bring me the dishes I grew at home. When we get to Hua Hong Kong, I will make dinner for you, Elder Brother Anran.

"Alright."

"Then I won't disturb you any longer Elder Brother Anran, bye."

Shen Anran removed the metal hoop, but before the smile on his face could fade, he suddenly heard a familiar mocking voice from behind him. Shen Anran did not need to turn his head to know who the owner of the voice was.

Wei Qianchen.

"Yo yo yo, the noob can still find a mate?"

"…"

"Sitting here drinking tea early in the morning is either kidney deficiency or impotence."

Shen Anran turned his head, and saw Wei Qianchen casually walking over with Ming Zhuang who had always been silent. The two of them moved and quieted down, one was teasing and the other was old Chen, it was really a perfect match.

Wei Qianchen did not pick his seat, and directly pulled a chair over to sit by Shen Anran's side. He stuck his sloppy face right in front of Shen Anran, and almost stuck it in.

Shen Anran frowned, and slightly turned his face to avoid Wei Qianchen's contact.

Wei Qianchen moved closer to Shen Anran and sized up his eyes, ears and nose, one by one, as if he was going to count all the pores on his face.

"Can you sit farther away?" Shen Anran said in displeasure.

"Are you unhappy?" Then, he suddenly stood up and suddenly stuck his face on Shen Anran's. Shen Anran reflexively leaned back, and upon seeing this, Wei Qianchen immediately laughed complacently: "I didn't know that you, noob, are so timid."

Shen Anran swept a glance at Ming Zhuang who was standing behind Wei Qianchen. He was unperturbed, and did not stop his companion from assaulting at all, as if he had not seen it at all. Or perhaps he was just watching a monkey play.

"Little Jun, this noob is looking at you. Has he fallen in love with you?" Wei Qianchen sensed Shen Anran's gaze and turned to tease him.

Ming Zhuang ignored him, but stared at Shen Anran — —

It seemed like …

This noob was not normal.

In the next second, Shen Anran's knee hit Wei Qianchen's crotch heavily.

In that moment, Wei Qianchen jumped up from the chair while screaming, his head full of cold sweat while holding onto the place that was extremely painful for his life. He shouted for Ming Zhuang to take revenge for him, but Ming Zhuang stood there and did not move.

Wei Qianchen was so angry that he immediately took out his gun and pointed it at Shen Anran's forehead.

"Idiot, put away the gun."

"He's already left me with no descendants, how can I not destroy him?!"

"Your grandson fell off?"

"…"

"This is not the place to move. Put your gun away."

Wei Qianchen's face was flushed red. It was unknown if it was because he was in pain or because he was angry, but he held his spear tightly and stuck it in Shen Anran's forehead a few times, or because he did not dare to pull the trigger. In the end, after hearing Ming Zhuang's words, he reluctantly retracted his spear and gritted his teeth as he stared at Shen Anran.

Ming Zhuang ignored Wei Qianchen, and his gaze directly swept past Wei Qianchen and landed on him. His tone was unperturbed: "What is your name?"

"Shen Anran."

"Shen?"

Ming Zhuang said softly, and did not speak after that.

"Regardless of his surname, I will not forgive him today!" After Wei Qianchen shouted, he was about to go up and teach Shen Anran a lesson.

Ming Zhuang's hands were quick, he immediately grabbed Wei Qianchen's shoulders and pulled him back, then whispered a few words into Wei Qianchen's ears. Although Wei Qianchen was angry, he kept it in, and followed Ming Zhuang out of the deck.

Shen Anran glanced at the two people who left, and his eyes slightly narrowed.