Jin Yun smiled in surprise: "No way? Then you can also play the piano? And...how do those skinheads know you? There is no intersection at all!"
Wang Zhuo curled his lips and said: "The year before I came to Moscow, I was fighting almost every day."
"Do you know martial arts?" Jin Yun thought of the broken pot of roses again. To Jin Yun's surprise, Wang Zhuo shook his head and said: "I don't know any martial arts. The first time I fought with someone, I was stabbed three times.
knife."
Jin Yun covered his mouth and said, "What then?"
Wang Zhuo continued: "Since my spleen was kicked, I have been able to knock down one person, and then I was knocked down. No matter how many people there are, I always insist on standing until the end."
At the same time, the big man who had not heard who the king was asked: "Fankov, who is the king? Why are you afraid of him?" Fankov and the non-mainstream girl looked at each other, with a trace of fear in their eyes.
"He is a Chinese worker."
The two novices were stunned for a moment, feeling like they were being teased and said at the same time: "Fankov, have you forgotten the party constitution of our skinheads?!"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Fankoff yelled, "You haven't attacked enough blacks and Asians to count as skinheads."
"But……"
Before the two of them finished speaking, Fankov waved his hand and said: "I understand what you mean. I beat Wang Wang when he first came to Moscow! He was as weak as an ant at that time."
Although non-mainstream girls know Wang Zhuo's reputation and their ears are almost buzzing, they are always very excited every time they hear the legend of Wang Zhuo.
The three of them all focused on Fankov's face, waiting for Fankov to tell.
"That time, the Honor Team cooperated with the Slavic Iron Blood Team to wipe out the Chinese and Indians in Mumbai restaurants. Wang was stabbed three times."
One of the big men looked puzzled and couldn't help but interjected: "Slavic iron-blooded? Didn't their party leader drown?"
"Yes, Wang's three stab wounds were stabbed by the leader of the Iron Bloods. Two months later, the bodies of the party leader and eight members of his family, including three shepherd dogs, were found in the Moskva River, but all their heads were missing.
Still haven’t found it yet.”
The three of them felt a chill on their backs.
Fankov continued: "I know, it must have been Wang who did it! But the Moscow police are all bullshit and didn't find any clues. In the next six months, Wang alone challenged the entire Slavic Iron Blood until the Slavic Iron Blood was forced to integrate
To the Honor Squadron."
"Rather than integrating, in fact, I am the only one left in the Slavic Iron-Blooded Team now." Fankov sighed deeply, squeezed his bear-like hands and said: "They all went to the Moskva River, and all their heads are gone. Damn it.
, where did their heads go!”
"Why don't you just kill him?!" It was still the big man from before, shouting at Fankov: "Where is your honor? Have you thrown your glory and courage into the Caucasus Mountains?"
Fankov smiled bitterly and said: "Indeed, I wanted to kill Wang all the time. So I lurked at his workplace and shot him six times. Damn, only two bullets pierced his shoulders and thighs, and then that bastard
Covered in blood, he chased me for three streets with a machete!"
I have never heard of this legend. The non-mainstream girl hurriedly asked: "What happens next?"
"Then he kicked my balls open and spared my life!" Fankov said seriously: "Many people have died in his hands over the years, and even more have been spared by him. All party leaders in Moscow
Everyone has already acquiesced that the king is the best warrior in the whole of Russia wearing yellow skin."
A bit exaggerated, right?
The two newcomers looked at each other and didn't refute, let alone confirm anything.
"Great! I decided to give my first night to the king!" The non-mainstream girl clapped her hands vigorously, her eyes full of admiration...
…
"Can those gangsters who fight every day admire you?" Before Hu Feifei came out, Jin Yun was interested in learning more about Wang Zhuo's past.
Wang Zhuo was not ready to say anything, so he shook his head and said, "I'm just a bricklayer."
"Tch! It's really boring." Jin Yun looked at Wang Zhuo's furry and melancholy face, and his heart softened.
Wandering in a foreign land, doing a low-level job everywhere, and worrying about the danger of his life every day. How many trials and hardships has this person experienced? What's even more tragic is that he has now become a cat.
Hu Feifei came out with the newly bought pet bed and smiled at Wang Zhuo: "Little prince, I bought you a bedroom, you will definitely like it!"
Wang Zhuo smiled secretly and opened his claws towards Hu Feifei.
"Jin Yun, look, the little prince wants me to hold him." Hu Feifei handed the pet bed to Jin Yun, hugged Wang Zhuo and stuffed it into her chest.
Jin Yun stared blankly at Hu Feifei walking in front, completely speechless.
In a dark corner, Zi Qianyue looked at the backs of Jin Yun and Hu Feifei expressionlessly, with a sneer on her lips.
At night, single-family villa.
Breathing and tender, the room is filled with spring.
After all, Zi Qianyue failed to hold on to that layer of membrane, and Wu Sheng drank a few glasses of wine before losing her mind. She also understood that Wu Sheng might not cherish her after he succeeded. But there was no way, her mother had a lot of gynecological problems.
There are so many people there, and because I am old and frail, I can no longer accept guests.
Without support from her family, Zi Qianyue could not even afford food.
She hates it! She hates that the subsidies given by the city in China have been deducted one after another, and the money she gets is not enough for a meal. She hates the scholarships given by the school, which can barely pay the high tuition.
Washing dishes, being beaten by a female gangster until she was kicked out, working as a tutor, and almost being drugged and raped by the male master.
When you are in another country, there are always various difficulties.
After a long time, the breathing stopped.
Zi Qianyue lay in Wu Sheng's arms, with tears on her face not yet dry. She didn't know whether it was from pain or for some other reason. She drew circles on Wu Sheng's chest with her left hand. She didn't pay attention to the real Wu Sheng when Wu Sheng hissed just now.
Sheng Zheng was sitting not far away from her with a glass of red wine, smiling and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Honey, do you love me?"
Whether you like it or not is up to you!
Wu Sheng glanced at the bronze amphorae on the bedside, then stared at Zi Qianyue and said: "I will make you a promise, I will love you until the end of my life!"
A trace of tenderness flashed across Zi Qianyue's cold face and she said, "You know how to lie."
"What I said is all the truth." Wu Sheng lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Don't worry, follow me, I will make you happy for the rest of your life." Zi Qianyue smiled and kissed Wu Sheng.
, and then frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wu Sheng was very disgusted with Zi Qianyue's expression of unwillingness to speak. If you have anything to say, just say it. If you want money, give me money. Give me whatever you want.
You won't live until next month anyway.
Zi Qianyue's eye circles instantly became red and swollen, and she whispered: "Two things. My mother called me. She has a chronic disease, not serious but troublesome. I don't want to study anymore. I want to go home and take care of her."
"Don't be like this. I'll send some money to Auntie tomorrow and hire two professionals." Wu Sheng said softly, "You still have to continue reading. You can't live up to Auntie's hope for you."
Zi Qianyue's eyes were filled with tears and she was choked with sobs and could not speak. Seeing that Wu Sheng had no intention of comforting her, Zi Qianyue sighed in her heart and continued: "Also, my two roommates in the past always bullied me, saying that I was raised by you.
Cats and dogs.”
That’s right!
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "Okay, I understand. I will find someone to take care of them tomorrow. My dear, bring that copper bottle over and I will tell its story."