Chapter 150, the sorrow of the little people!

"Ruffians. Willow said. "This kind of person is a ruffian. ”

The so-called ruffian is to put one's position very low. If he tells someone that he is a piece of, and if you step on him again---- isn't that a dirty soles of your shoes with?

If you're barefoot or wearing a pair of cloth shoes, it doesn't matter if you step on them. It's a big deal to wash your feet or change your shoes. If you're wearing a pair of luxury leather shoes made for you by a big Milanese designer, it's a bit terrible to step on. They don't care about the price of a pair of shoes, but they don't like the foul smell that comes from their feet all the time.

"There's a garbage man law in society right now. Jiang Zhuliu smiled bitterly and said: "Many people are like garbage people, they are running around, and they are full of negative garbage. He is full of frustration, anger, jealousy, calculation, hatred, pride and prejudice, greed and inadequacy, complaining, comparing, and not seeing that others are better than him. As the garbage in their minds accumulated, they eventually had to find a place to dump it. Unfortunately, I happened to meet such a ----- I was spit on, but I couldn't make the same vulgar and rude gestures as him. ”

"That's it?" asked Willow, shaking the wine glass in his hand and smiling. On either side of him sat two women, one youthful and fashionable, the other plump and charming. The two women are good-looking, and there is nothing on them. At first glance, it is a beautiful lady from everyone's family.

The two women are peaceful and friendly on the surface, but they talk and do things with hidden murderous intentions. In order to win the favor of the willow tree, they always have to kill their opponents first.

That's exactly what Willow likes.

He likes women to fight for him, and he likes women to fight for him. Moreover, he is also a fairly fair referee. The ultimate victor will eventually enter his arms and become the woman he loves in every way.

Temporary woman.

It was a game, and he had a lot of fun.

Huacheng Sixiu, Willow is the most ****, invincible in the love field, and has never failed.

"Forget it?" Jiang Zhuliu squinted his eyes and laughed. He poured the red wine in his hand that had not yet been fully fermented into his stomach in one go, and said with a smile: "How can it be just like that?"

"Jiang Shao, what is the origin of this guy?" someone asked curiously.

"Does it matter?" Jiang Zhuliu said with a sneer. "This is the city of flowers. ”

"Yes. This is the city of flowers. Willow nodded. He stretched out his hand to hug the sexy and plump woman, and the young and young girl on the other side immediately blushed and was extremely sad. "This is our territory. We can do whatever we want. ”

"You can do whatever you want------ Jiang Zhuliu poured himself another glass of red wine and said, "Lu Chaoge, it seems that she has gone farther and farther." ”

"Do you still like her?" said Willow laughing. "It's really unbelievable that Jiang Dagongzi, one of the four shows in our flower city, is so infatuated. Have you ever thought about it, Lu Chaoge, who you have been in love with for many years, may have been taken by that little teacher, they hugged, kissed, touched, that person used all the methods he could think of to possess her----- if you think so, do you like her more?"

Jiang Zhuliu tried to use him to fight Fang Yan, which made Liu Shu extremely uncomfortable in his heart. If he could make Jiang Zhuliu uncomfortable, he didn't mind it.

"Willow, do you believe that I will tear up your stinky mouth?" Jiang Zhuliu stared at Willow viciously and said.

"Hahaha, poking you in the heart? Anything is possible. Willow laughed wildly, as if he had encountered the world's first class funny thing.

Liu Shujiang chased the two top young men into a bickering, and the others were silent, bowing their heads to drink and eat, pretending not to hear what they were saying.

This level of fighting is not something they can talk about.

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If Fang Yan suddenly angrily attacked Liu Shu or Jiang Zhuliu, Lu Chaoge would not feel strange at all.

At that time, Chiba Haowu of the Wuren Investigation Group attacked Tang Cheng behind his back, didn't he do this?

It is simply impossible to get him to follow discipline, rules, or keep him on the lookout for influence and sanity.

Fang Yan wouldn't care about Liu Shujiang's identity #Jing, if they really provoked him, he wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson. Just as he slapped Jiang Zhuliu with his hands, you can know his character.

However, Fang Yan didn't start beating people.

Moreover, not only did he not hit anyone, but with a few simple words, he planted a thorn in the skin of the willow river. When they tried to get close again, the thorn would pop out of their heads, stinging each other's bodies, making it difficult for them to hug as closely as before.

Fang Yan, he is not a martial artist, a reckless man. He is scheming and wise. Martial arts masters are educated, and it makes people feel terrible when they think about it.

Fang Yan cut a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it gently, enjoying the extreme deliciousness of the snowflake beef ribs flown in from Australia.

"Eat. The dish is going to be cold. Fang Yan saw where Lu Chaoge was standing still, and reminded him loudly.

Lu Chaoge pulled out a chair and sat opposite Fang Yan, picked up the knife and fork and unconsciously cut the steak, but he didn't have a bit of appetite.

"Xiangche mansion, brocade clothes and food, recognized as the proud daughter of the sky. Fang Yan said. "It seems that you are not doing as well as we thought. ”

"Who is easy to live?" Lu Chaoge said expressionlessly. "Everybody has his own difficulties. It's not easy for you to have yours, it's not easy for willows to have willows, and it's not easy for rivers to drift ----away."

"You are right to reject Jiang Zhuliu. Fang Yan said. "This man is so undignified. We just sat down for a meal with normal subordinates and ordinary friends, and he brought people over to smash the scene. Is this what men are supposed to do? I can't do it anyway. ”

"If you were him, what would you do?" Lu Chaoge asked.

"Just beat myself up, then pull out a chair and sit across from you. Fang Yan said. "If you don't have a bearing, you have to do things with atmosphere---- you must always have a unique temperament to attract women. Especially a woman like you. Isn't that right?"

"What is your unique temperament?"

"Me?" Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "The kindness that naturally grows in my bones. ”

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater that has not been discharged on the ground has risen, and it has shown a trend of flooding Jinshan.

The wind howled and the black clouds rolled. The rain showers were so dense that it was already difficult to see with the naked eye.

"I'll send you back. Lu Chaoge looked at the rain outside and said.

"If I had a car, I'd say that to you. Fang Yan said embarrassedly.

The main entrance of Sky One was still some distance from the parking place, and the security guard ran over with two umbrellas, one large and one small. He covered himself with a small umbrella, and a large umbrella covered Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge, ready to send them to the parking lot to pick up the car.

Cha!

Fang Yan's shoes were soaked as soon as they poked out of the rainforest, and Lu Chaoge wore high heels to take advantage of the high altitude.

The raindrops were heavy and urgent, and Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge's bodies could only stick tightly together to avoid being drenched by the rain that splashed in.

The skirt of Lu Chaoge's uniform was blown by the strong wind and clinged tightly to his thighs. The exposed calves are snow-white and dazzling, and there are raindrops falling up, giving people a faint **** feeling.

A dark fragrance came to the nose, like a sweet orchid, very good. Even though the rain was heavy and the wind was blowing, Lu Chaoge still walked indifferently and elegantly.

This woman does have her superiority.

In order to take care of the guests, the security guard was drenched with clothes on his body, dripping water from the bottom.

"I'm sorry for you. Fang Yan said embarrassedly.

"It's my job. The security guard smiled innocently. When he laughed, he still had two small dimples on his face. According to physiognomy, people with small dimples on their faces are more painful. It seems that he must be a good son and a good husband.

After a pause, he said, "You are different from the other guests. ”

"How is it different?"

"No one has said thank you before. The security guard said.

In order to protect against the strong wind blowing behind and the rain coming in, the security guard tried his best to keep the umbrella low. Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge could only look ahead, and the view behind them was completely blocked.

Thundered-----

Lightning and thunder roared, white light pierced the sky, and the sky seemed to be torn open with a huge opening.

For no reason, Fang Yan suddenly felt the cold hairs on his body stand up, and a strong chill hit his back.

Dangerous!

"Get out of the way. Fang Yan hissed.

He jerked Lu Chaoge and threw him to the side, and their bodies rolled and slid in the rain.

The security guard didn't react at all to what was happening when he heard Fang Yan's shout, and before he could turn back, his body was like a kite with a broken string that had been knocked into the air.

His pupils widened, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

How can there be a super wild car rushing behind you?

Even if a car is coming, they should turn on the lights, they should honk their horns. How did they sneak up and drive over, and how could they drive so fast in front of a hotel?

He couldn't figure it out.

Bang!

His body fell heavily, then slid down the muddy ground for a long time before stopping.

"Little Bao -----" he tried to shout the name, but a large stream of thick blood spurted out of his mouth.

Soon, the convulsions of his body stopped.

His eyes are wide open, and he doesn't blink to death.

The small black umbrella he was holding in his hand flew away, fluttering, and was carried by the strong wind to an unknown distance.