It was time to get off work, Wen Ling looked at the clock on the wall in a daze.
"Do you really like that guy named Lu Yu?" A thin girl with a blue afro was taking off her earrings.
"I don't know either." Wen Ling leaned on the sofa and looked at the various stickers on the ceiling. The things on her eyelashes made her very uncomfortable.
"I really want to be fascinated by him." She smiled to herself.
"Awei said he seemed dangerous and told me not to get too close to him."
"He's even better than your security guard boyfriend." Wen Ling tilted his head and gave her a meaningful smile.
"I'm not talking about that." The woman waved her hand, "He seems to have killed someone."
"What's going on?" Wen Ling suddenly regained her energy, holding the armrests of the sofa with both hands, looking forward to it.[
"I don't know the details. Ah Wei just said that he was seriously injured when he first came here and saw many dead people."
"No, this kind of thing will be reported in the newspapers."
"Then there must be someone who dares to report it."
"Have you forgotten the reporter who reported on gutter oil?"
"That's right." Wen Ling pouted and pulled out the photo on his phone, "No matter how you look at it, he looks handsome, hehe~"
"Any other information?"
"No, I just know that he and Sister Fangqing live very harmoniously."
"Oh? How did you know~"
"Let me tell you, when we were doing things these days, he worked very hard, as if he was stimulated by something." The woman said, and took a magazine to cover half of her face. "A woman like Sister Fang
, you can’t compete with her, she is simply a "goblin". She looked back and saw no one around, and whispered: "A fairy."
"I know, and I don't want to monopolize him. Sister Fang cannot satisfy such a powerful man on her own." She held the pillow in her arms, as if she was longing for something.
"What do you want to do? Are you serious?"
"Who knows." She struck a sexy pose, "Tell me, will he be interested in me?"
Looking at her voluptuous figure, the skinny woman couldn't help but feel jealous.
"If I were a man, I would have fallen under your little leather skirt." She sighed and touched her leg ambiguously.
At the same time, a young man with a hairstyle similar to Huang Xiaoming was sitting in a gorgeous private room of Hancheng Hotel. The man had fair skin, was slightly fat, and had a pair of big eyes that could be called watery. His double eyelids looked a bit exaggerated, as if they were done deliberately.
It's the same as it came out. The thin lips have sharp edges, and the hair wax on one end seems to have been carefully grasped.[
"Who told you this?" He tapped the tableware lightly with his chopsticks, tilting his head as if thinking about something.
"I saw it with my own eyes." A thin boy sat opposite him submissively.
"Moreover, Xiaopang and Qi Wen both followed him."
"Where did he come from?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of him suddenly switching to our class." Xiaohou recalled the scene when Lu Yu first arrived.
"You go back first." He put a cigarette and leaned on the chair.
"Well, it's so annoying that something like this happened right after we came back." He hugged the girl sitting next to him.
The girl obediently lay down on his jeans, put her hand into his pocket, and pulled out an Oppo lighter.
Poof, the fire ignited.
"Are you angry?" She raised her head and looked at Chang Hongyu, who was dressed in luxurious clothes.
"No." The man picked up a strand of her hair and gently circled it several times on his index finger.
"It would be great if she was as sensible as you."
"Do you want to take action?"
"I want to talk to her first."
In Hot Pot City, a man wearing a black shirt came over.
"Brother Biao, Brother Wen asked someone to come with a message, don't take action yet."
"Why!" Sang Biao, who was eating hot pot, was furious when he heard this. He threw the plate on the door with his hand, startling the diners around him to commotion.
"Yesterday, Lao Zhang was killed. His whole body was nailed to the tree. I suspect there is a master."
"Dead?" Sang Biao rolled his eyes and asked.
"No. It's just that he didn't say a word." The black shirt lowered his head.
"Grass" Sang Biao curled his lips, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"Hey, did you throw it away?!" A middle-aged man in a suit full of condiments came over with an angry face. He was followed by two men and a woman.
"You're looking for damn death!" A young man with a Chinese character stepped forward and gave Sang Biao a hand.
"We're not done with this today!!!" the bejeweled woman behind the middle-aged man screamed, pointing at him as she spoke.
Sang Biao was very angry when he saw it. Does anyone dare to step on me?!
"Fuck", he cursed in his mouth, picked up the wine glass and threw it at it like four people.
"How dare you do it!" When those people saw this, they were furious and rushed towards Sang Biao's bald head. But there were too many seats in this hot pot restaurant, and the space suddenly felt cramped. They were all stuck in the crowd.
on the aisle.
"Damn it." Huang Mao and Hong Mao, who had just finished using the toilet, were holding cigarettes and chatting and laughing. Suddenly they saw the boss being surrounded. They reached out and picked up two beer bottles on the table next to them, and did not hesitate to take them.
The man walked over.
There were two crisp sounds, and the man fell to the ground with his face covered in blood before he could even rush to Sang Biao.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Those who were afraid of trouble hurriedly paid their bills and left, but those who were good at it all gathered around. This fine tradition of the Chinese people could be seen clearly at this moment.
"What's going on! What's going on!" Two security guards rushed up with electric batons and pushed away the crowd.
"Hello, Brother Biao, who are you?" The security manager bowed to Sang Biao.
"Go away." Sang Biao turned around and glared at him.
"Okay! Brother Biao is so refreshing!" The security manager laughed apologetically and ran back to the stairs dejectedly. But as soon as he ran downstairs, he seemed to feel very embarrassed, turned around and came up again, angrily facing the people watching the excitement.
The crowd roared: "What are you looking at! You're covered in blood! If it's okay, get out of here!"
"It seems like a gangster, look at those two thugs, they must be." said an aunt who was watching.
"It's nonsense. The security guards don't dare to care about it. It must be true." A man with eyes in his fifties waved his hand.
After a short while, only the four of them, Sang Biao, were left facing each other's family.
At this moment, the woman lost her vigor and looked at Sang Biao tremblingly, still holding her unconscious husband tightly in her hand.
"Grass mud horse!" The young man with the Chinese character's face stepped forward and punched him. "Pah!" The yellow-haired man gave him a bottle of wine with an expression on his face.
"Is it great?" He squinted his eyes and looked at another one who was about to fall.
"What do you want?" Sang Biao took a step forward towards the woman, causing everyone to step back in shock.
"Didn't you say you're not done with me?" Sang Biao reached out and grabbed the woman's hair and looked at the woman's face. It wasn't bad, although the foundation was very thick. She had high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and big eyes. Judging from her appearance, she should be a very pretty person.
A tyrannical character. What should I do if I meet a shrew? Rape her.
Thinking of this, Sang Biao was so angry that he laughed, showing his yellow teeth. He stretched out his hand forward and knocked the woman to the ground. He walked forward with his short legs and spread his legs.
He sat down on the woman's chest.
"Do you feel good?" He patted the woman's face.
Are you moving? Huang Mao picked up another beer bottle and said to the only man standing.
The woman was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe.
"Brother, I was wrong. I will give you as much money as you want, so you can go around us."
Bang! A slap in the face made the woman cry.
"Brother Biao, does he look like someone who is short of money?!"