"Gentle me, please forgive me!"

The younger brother of the two black shirts was dragged on the ground, and the men who were neatly dressed looked at the shops that were unable to open their doors on both sides, and regretted their upcoming experiences.

"Brother, you let me go, I will divide the money I make to you."

The blood on the forehead flowed down the face, and continued to flow after the eyes were filled, dripping on the ground. Passing through the shop into a warehouse, the black suit that stood in front took the chain of the younger brother's hand,

Kick over him.

"Dogs, it's all here, still screaming."

He struggled even more, twitched all over, gasped, and then fainted by the black suit.

"Mr. Ben, he's here."

The younger brother turned to look behind him, subconsciously put the leather shoes on the man, and wanted to wipe off the blood above.

"Okay, where to put it."

A man in a white shirt in the middle of the round table in the middle of the warehouse seemed to be in his thirties. He twitched his nose and stared at the casserole in the middle of the table on the stove.

"Come here for dinner."

Mr. Ben estimates that the time is almost the same. He picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, stirred it a few times in the casserole, turned his head to look at the ponytail girl sitting beside him: "fandy, what is the bottom of the pot?"

"Coconut Chicken in Hainan."

The younger brother immediately pinched a piece of chicken with chopsticks, and then sat straight. Yu Guang kept staring at the man lying on the ground.

Mr. Ben grinned and laughed, put a piece of lettuce in the bowl with satisfaction. He beat the bowl with chopsticks, and after throwing the soup above, the small mouth and small mouth, a little bit in the mouth.

"Although I don't like chicken, cook with coconut water and eat vegetables."

"Sir, chicken is good for your body."

Mr. put the towel on his shoulder, grabbed a plate of soda, and reached the casserole: "To eat some hot, sweat, it will be better for the body."

The moan behind the back suddenly sounded, and the gentleman stirred the chopsticks of the coconut juice for a second, and continued to provoke.

"Alma, come here to eat a little bit, of course, good things, you have to share it together."

Mr. waved his chopsticks, signaled the brother to unbutton the chain, and let the man come over for dinner. Supporting the blood man sitting beside his husband, the brother glanced at the chopsticks and chose to stand behind Ama.

"What are you doing, Alma hurts so much, will you do it at me." Mr. glanced at Tuolang and said in a tone: "Go back and sit down."

"Mr. Ben, listen to me explanation ..."

"Eh, eh." I found that I stood up and wanted to pounce on him. Mr. Ben hurriedly stopped, but it was still one step late.

The younger brother was startled, only the girl was still eating by himself.

"My white shirt, all your blood on it." The gentleman helplessly looked at the man, and picked up the red one with his hands, and let him see it clearly.

"Sir, I ... I am not intentional, what I do ..."

"Okay, okay. It's not about eating, I hate others and me most."

The gentleman took a pat on the table, the next second, in front of the younger brother, the head of the man who was still begging for mercy instantly burst, red and white splattered on the desktop, mixed with the casserole.

Holding the table, Mr. dropped his shirt, took the flower shirt handed by Tuolang to replace the blood on his body, and wiped the blood on his face with a towel.

"Are there any mistakes, so bad appetite." Fandy put down the chopsticks and don't go to the head: "I can't eat anymore now, I will book a ticket when I wait."

A bang rang, glanced at the phone, and the brother leaned down to Mr. Ben: "Sir, Liu Sir, please go to dinner."

The eyes of the flower shirt were lit, and the coconut juice in the casserole and the cerebral fluid, the appetite that had just been lost is a lot.

Pick up the chopsticks from the ground and pinch the last piece of vegetables that can be eaten in the bowl at the end.

.........

"I'm so interested today, please dinner."

Sir swayed into a alley, and saw the owner's home at the end of the roadside stall at the end.

"Ask a friend to eat, it's not very common." Liu Sir tilted his head and found the little brother who followed him: "I'm really sorry, I let them prepare a chair."

When I heard this, the gentleman glanced at the back of the back, and walked out of the alley at the bottom of his subordinates, and then opened the bench by the small table, stretched his neck and looked at the casserole on the desktop.

"Wow, how do you know that I like to eat hot pot these days." He stirred a few times with chopsticks, casually pinched a vegetable leaf, and abalone used to make the bottom of the pot: "I still know me, I didn't go to make chicken soup

Pot bottom. "

"New Face?"

The gentleman looked back and waited for the younger brother who was waiting in the alley, shook his head: "The boss sent it, saying that I was practicing here, if it wasn't for it, I hurried him early."

"Then, the company, you are now the biggest in Hong Kong." Liu Sir also pinched chopsticks.

I thought about it, I became the boss. "

"Hey, the agent." Mr. pointed at his chest with chopsticks: "I became the boss, only to know that the boss was not easy, and I opened my eyes to expect me to eat."

"Are you doing it today?"

Seeing that Mr. Ben did not pick up his own wine, Liu Sir put down the glass, he found the cigarette from his pocket, and lit himself with the matches on the desktop.

"Tan He Ma, you know." Mr.'s chopsticks poked around in the bowl. He picked up the bowl, slowly put the bowl of the bowl on his mouth, and looked at the opposite Liu Sir, and ate green vegetables.
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"He is ugly in his hands and feet, but he actually touches the powder, how can I endure it."

Liu Sir looked at Zhang Gongcheng, and slowly spit out the smoke in his mouth. He laughed out: "What is not good for selling powder, you have to eat big ones, you have to eat it if you sell it a few times.

Inside, just throwing off this place and going to Japan in the United States, it is enough for a lifetime. "

"Forget it, you are a police officer, every time you say this is more enthusiastic than me."

Rejecting the smoke that Liu Sir extended, Zhang Gongcheng drank the soup in the bowl. He put down the tableware, pulled out a handkerchief from his chest, wiped the sweat on his face.

"If you play more people like you, you will be fine." Liu Sir threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

"You think it's beautiful, there are a few dad's sucking *** to get his son to join the underworld."

Put your hand on the table, crooked your head to look at the sky covered by the sun: "I will catch the plane to Japan this afternoon, just your brother or something."

"So urgent?"

"Headquarters, please go to dinner."
Chapter completed!