The moon in the sky is in the water, and the moon in the sky is in the water. Look down at the water, and look up at the sky. No matter how you look at it, it will be beautiful.

If you often go to Zhilan's house, you won't notice its fragrance for a long time. If you often go to the abalone house, you won't notice its smell for a long time. The nose is still filled with a faint smell. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang's sense of smell has become numb. Even if they stuff a lump into

In their noses, who has the courage?

The two men were strolling under the beautiful moonlight, quite sentimental.

The big pool in the villa is actually not a swimming pool, but a fish pond, with fish, shrimps and a thousand-year-old tortoise.

Before the accident, his employer Yang Chaoqun had been living in the city and rarely came back. The lonely old man had a large pond dug and the garden in the courtyard turned into a vegetable plot. He usually raised fish and grew vegetables.

, although the family is rich now, the old man is still an out-and-out farmer at heart, with a sense of simplicity and simplicity.

The old man doesn't talk much, has a good temper, and is always polite to others. However, his son Yang Chaoqun is more cowardly than good-tempered. He is a very independent man and listens to his wife in everything.

Like a businessman.

Yang Chaoqun's wife is named Yang Qingxia, also called Qingxia. That Qingxia is the cloud in the sky, and the mud on the ground below this Qingxia, one is gentle and graceful, and the other is as ugly as a pig.

At one o'clock in the morning, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the night in the countryside is relatively quiet.

It was a troubled autumn, and no one else was sleepy. Only Yang Qingxia slept like a pig, snoring like thunder, which was particularly harsh in the haunted night, and could be heard clearly outside the villa.

This is a disgusting woman. The bodyguards didn’t say it, but they all thought so in their hearts. Yang Qingxia was like a rich man who exploited Wu Ming and others as long-term workers and asked people to serve her tea.

Shui, do this or that, ask questions about everything, always point at the noses of Wu Ming and others and say: I didn't invite you back just to let you have free time!

Having said that, when she was young, Yang Qingxia was indeed a beady beauty, not the fat pig she is now with a swimming ring hanging all over her body. Seeing the wedding photos of Yang Chaoqun and his wife hanging in the living room, Wu Ming still couldn't believe his eyes.

Yang Chaoqun is indeed not very good-looking. To put it bluntly, he is a crooked melon and a jujube. He is also a bit shorter than his wife. He plays the guqin with the orchestra, and the Wuhan University with the golden lotus. When they were young, the two of them looked incompatible.

After marrying a beautiful woman, Yang Chaoqun worshiped her as a Bodhisattva. His hard work paid off, and he finally coaxed the beautiful woman into a fat pig. Now the two of them look much more in tune with each other, like a monkey matching a fat pig, and they look like a couple.

Although there is a huge difference in body shape between the couple, there is a saying that as long as the relationship between the couple is strong, even if the iron bucket matches the toothpick, height is not the distance, and the size is not the problem?

The two long-tongued men hid in a car outside the villa and spent the long night talking about their family's affairs behind their employer's back...

Zhuge Dachang chuckled and said, "Tell me, what happens when they use Guanyin to sit in the lotus position?"

Wu Ming touched his nose and said with a bad smile: "If they dare to try it tonight, then next year today will be the death anniversary of Boss Yang."

The two were chatting happily when Lin Meiling's voice came from the earphones: "Where are you?"

Wu Ming quickly pressed the button on the earphones and asked: "We are patrolling outside, what's wrong?"

"A few motorcycles are coming, please pay attention."

The two of them agreed, and as soon as they got off the car, they saw five or six motorcycles with colorful lights driving to the door of the villa, playing Yiyi Yaya's strange songs and strange music. They were a group of young people who claimed to be hippies, all holding cigarettes in their hands.

Carrying a paint bucket, it seems that the visitor is evil?

It looked like they were here to throw excrement. Such a young excrement digger really has a future. Wu Ming was still sighing with emotion. When he saw a group of young people ready to pour excrement, he quickly shouted: "What are you doing?"

"Run!"

Someone yelled, and then someone threw paint buckets at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang. Then several motorcycles that had not yet turned off increased their accelerators and left, leaving behind a string of arrogant whistles and laughter...

"Damn! These damn little ruffians...Wu Ming rolled up his sleeves and said in hindsight, "Brother Pig, don't stop me, I'm going to catch up and blow their assholes."

Zhuge Dachang folded his hands on his chest and said calmly: "Then you go!"

Wu Ming asked sarcastically: "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Why should I stop you?"

At this moment, Lin Meiling rushed out of the villa and shouted, "Why don't you catch them?"

"What's the use of arresting us? Mr. Yang won't let us offend them."

Wu Ming pointed to a fat dead chicken on the ground and said, "Hey! Another dead chicken is lost!"

Zhuge Dachang picked it up casually and said in surprise: "It's still warm. It seems that we have a midnight snack tonight."

"Make some chicken soup and drink it, add more ginger!"

Seeing the two men happily walking back to the villa carrying the chicken, Lin Meiling shook her head and showed a helpless expression, but luckily, she didn't get excrement thrown at her!

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Sister Moon was abducted by an unknown person, her genius was bright, and her children had just gotten up to go to school.

Yang Qingxia, the only one who had a good sleep, got up very early. She was holding her beloved dog and preparing to go out. Wu Ming, who was wandering around, happened to wander in front of her and was immediately caught by Zhou.

"wait a moment!"

"what?"

"Help me take the prince out for a walk..." Yang Qingxia walked up to Wu Ming and without any explanation, put the dog's chain into his hand.

"I'm not free, I'm still at work!" Wu Ming said with a cold face.

"Go when I tell you to, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Qingxia lectured with a straight face, then turned around and walked a few steps, then turned back and continued: "The prince is just like my man, you have to be careful, don't let him run away."

Is it the same as your man? Can you use it as a man? Wu Ming was full of complaints and walked out of the villa door with a black face and a white poodle...

Walking outside the door, he let the dog finish pooping. Looking at the paint bucket lying on the ground not far away and the spilled feces, Wu Ming smiled, it was very weird. He glanced around crookedly.

Then I took the dog over, and the dog couldn’t change its habit of eating shit. The same goes for famous dogs...

"Is your name Prince? Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

After the prince had a good meal, Wu Ming whistled and took him back. Yang Qingxia took out the dog biscuits. The dog sniffed but didn't eat...

Yang Qingxia was so nervous that she picked up the dog and said, "Prince, why don't you eat? What's wrong with you?"

Even though he was full, he still wanted to eat a ball! Wu Ming snickered in his heart, but his face was serious, as if thinking, he said in a deep voice: "Well... I think it is because he has not adapted to the change of seasons, so the prince has no appetite to eat.

It's just a small problem, it's okay."

"real?"

"certainly!"

"What a pitiful little thing..." Yang Qingxia kissed the puppy.

This made Wu Mingle terrible. The little haze in his mind was swept away. He was in a good mood, just like eating ice cream on a hot day...

"Why are you laughing?" Yang Qingxia looked suspicious.

"It's nothing... Dogs are spiritual animals. They just need you to get closer and closer to them to make them more energetic." Wu Ming said with a senior look on his face.

"You seem to know a lot?"

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

Zhuge Dachang, who went out on patrol for half an hour before returning, saw a strange scene as soon as he entered the door. Two people who should have peed in a pot actually chatted. He asked in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

So happy?"

While he was talking, Lin Meiling walked up from the room, stretched her muscles and said, "They are already up, we can rest."

"Let's go, let's go, go have breakfast, I'm starving..." Wu Ming pulled Zhuge Dachang out of the villa...

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The pursuit of the wind does not save the trees, and the poor fallen leaves drift in the autumn wind. This is the golden season, the harvest season, and the best time to set fire.

Of course, this season is most likely to remind people of a sentence: The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with candles, set fire to the mountains, and sit in jail!

She had eaten supper earlier, but she had already finished digesting it. One chicken was obviously not enough for three people. Lin Meiling kept saying she would not eat it, but when Zhuge Dachangdu chicken was ready, she ate no more than two people.

There are few men.

"By the way, let's buy a gun later!"

Zhuge Dachang was so frightened that he almost drove his car into a ditch and cursed: "Are you crazy? Why do you want to buy a gun?"

"What I want to buy is a toy gun." Wu Ming rolled his eyes.

"Toy gun? Why did you buy that thing?"

"Didn't you see it when you just went out? Last night, the gang brought not only dung and dead chickens, but also several buckets of pig blood, and they left them near Mr. Yang's neighbor's house..." Wu Ming frowned and touched

He rubbed his nose and continued: "I guess this matter may escalate further, so I wanted to scare those people with guns."

Zhuge Dachang scorned and said: "Tch...use a toy gun to scare people? Who can you scare?"

Wu Ming showed a wicked smile and said: "We work the night shift. It's so dark at night. Who can see clearly? Even if you take out a rolling pin, it will scare people half to death."

"Then don't you just get a wooden stick and you're done? Why don't you buy a toy gun!"

"Isn't this the pursuit of truth?"

Seeing a ramen restaurant on the roadside, the two of them were already hungry and parked the car. After walking into the noodle shop, Wu Ming shouted directly: "Boss, please give me two bowls of ramen. I want a big one."

The noodle shop is located in a remote place, and the storefront is relatively shabby. There are not many customers. Soon, an aunt brought the noodles. This is a very Chinese style ramen. There is always a pitiful amount of meat, cilantro, chopped green onions and other messy things.

Quite a lot.

The two people couldn't wait to use their chopsticks, but Wu Ming's chopsticks were still not working well. Zhuge Dachang had already eaten several bites before he picked up a few noodles and was about to put them in his mouth when he found a black and shiny hair.

Slightly curled.

Wu Ming twirled his hair with his hands and shouted: "Boss, why is there hair in my face!"

A bald old man came out, touched his bald head, and said in a loud voice: "How can there be hair? I don't have a hair on my head."

Walking to Wu Ming, he saw that he was holding a hair in his hand. The bald old man shouted: "Okay, okay, I'll cook another bowl for you. It's really troublesome." With that, he walked back to the kitchen.

, while walking, he put his hand into his crotch and grabbed it twice...

It's not really hair, but it's a thousand times more disgusting than hair!

If it weren't for the sake of the old man, Zhuge Dachang would have really wanted to destroy the store. The two of them left the money and ran out without saying a word.

vomit……

"Brother Pig! You must hold on!"
Chapter completed!