The difference between humans and ghosts is that kind people are bullied, while ghosts, whether they are kind or not, can scare people's guts!

Walking out of the room, lying on the fence, with one hand in his pocket and smoking a cigarette in the other, Shen Songhui thought about a woman so strongly for the first time, thinking of a woman named Ning Bing'er, or even an immature little girl, covered with a veil, seducing herself in a hazy way and constantly wanting to explore the story behind this child.

In a person's life, there are always some inexplicable periods when some inexplicable ideas pop up, a middle-aged man is actually interested in a child, and he is so eager for a child for Mr. Shen, who has a bright appearance and is successful and makes people envious and jealous.

In the living room downstairs, the family doctor was seriously examining the white ghost's injury, looking at Dr. Hu's expression was full of pain, and his eyes were full of regret, and he could guess from his ultra-clear that the white ghost was really folded in Ning Bing'er's hands this time.

A clever kid who knows kung fu?

Not bad!

"Doctor Hu, how is the white ghost?" No matter how bad the nigger is, it is also his own brother, and there is still the family affection that should be there.

Dr. Hu carefully examined the white ghost's lower body, touched it gently, when the cold hands touched the lower limbs, it was like a child's marbles, all broken, no longer complete, took a deep breath, sighed, and said with regret and sadness in his eyes: "No way, I can't do anything, it's the end!"

As he spoke, he stood up, looking at the with a heavier expression, and then at the white ghost, with a strange smile on his expression, with a hint of sarcasm and ridicule, but there was a feeling of fake compassion for a cat crying mouse.

"Deserve it, retribution, peony flowers die, ghosts are also romantic, there are countless women who have been ruined by him for so many years, and they are still folded in the hands of women in the end, retribution!" The looked at the brother who was motionless on the ground, his face was pale to purple, shook his head, bent down, carried it, and walked upstairs by himself.

"How is it?" Shen Songhui saw the black ghost carrying the white ghost upstairs, and wanted to rest.

"It's wasted, you deserve it!" The flame in the's heart burned in his heart, he was so uncomfortable that he was dying, and he had no place to vent in his heart, and he didn't dare to vent to Mr. Shen, so he had to swallow all the pain.

"Okay, I'll figure it out, you take him to rest. Shen Songhui said lightly, with more compassion in his eyes, maybe because he let go of the child in bed tonight, or maybe there was still a trace of kindness in his heart.

"Thank you, big brother!" the shook his head with pain on his face as he walked into the side room.

Seeing that the door was quickly closed, Shen Songhui lit another cigarette and inhaled it vigorously, feeling a little irritable.

Recently, the business has been very back, and the matter of collecting rice is also very bad, and the loss of two generals in a row is related to Kang Yi and Ning Bing'er.

I keep thinking about how to get rid of these two thorns, but I also think about how you can submit these two people!

It's a contradiction again!

Abducting and selling women, they call it harvesting rice in the jargon, and the women who are repatriated, they call it grain.

And these two people are his nemesis Shen Songhui, specially sent to restrain him?

Looking down at Huzi who was lying on the sofa downstairs playing games, without a trace of sleep, this child, pretending to be cold and evil in front of outsiders, went home like a child.

Shen Songhui lit a cigarette again and shouted loudly: "Huzi, stop playing, go to sleep, there are important things for you to do tomorrow morning." ”

Hearing Wen Wen's angry shouts from upstairs, Brother Tiger suddenly panicked, and the game console in his hand was also scared off the carpet, raised his head nervously, forced out a smile, and looked at the eldest brother with a smile.

"Alright, stop playing, hurry up and rest. Shen Songhui was not so serious, and he also had a kind smile on his face, smiling faintly, the kind of smile that comes from the heart of the elders caring for the juniors.

"Got it. Brother Tiger obediently picked up the game console, stood up with a well-behaved face, and walked in the direction of the room.

The splendid hall is empty again, the splendor in front of you seems to be in stark contrast to the confusion in the heart, no matter how luxurious the home is, then the grade, and then the envy, but the loss in the heart has not been reduced by half at all.

Thinking of the hardships of starting a business, the painful memories are vivid, ridiculed, ridiculed, ostracized, and bad, all kinds of unhappiness and misery along the way.

And the opening of life may come from his inexplicable involvement in a gangster robbery dispute, which is a bloody battlefield, no less tragic than a wolf dog biting a lamb.

In this dispute, Shen Songhui relied on his courage and courage, coupled with the kindness of human nature, to rescue a dying middle-aged man, miraculously resurrected, and became the savior of the gang boss by mistake, leading him step by step to the bright road.

Shen Songhui has no gangsterism, and the gang boss has no intention of cultivating him into a real underworld boss, all respects his wishes, and cultivates him to become an excellent backbone elite in the field of economics, and he uses his ingenuity and wisdom to work step by step, and finally stands at the top, but he doesn't know how many underworld evil forces help him.

I don't know when he started to do without the help of this dark force, and he slowly fell deeper and deeper, and finally fell into the leader of the highest organization inside.

Everything looks like being forced, and it looks like going with the flow, and there is an angel and a demon living in everyone's heart, and every choice we make, maybe one step away, is hell, or maybe heaven, no matter which direction we take the step, it is our own choice.

Thinking of these sad pasts, Shen Songhui struggled in his heart, wanting to be free, wanting to get out, but looking at the women changing under his crotch, there are young girls, young women, and even high-ranking government officials, no matter what kind of woman in power or status, as long as he wants, someone will lie on his bed tonight and serve him comfortably.

This is a great blessing in the world!

I thought about the money in the bank card every day, and those numbers changed from five digits to seven digits, and now, I have a headache when I look at the numbers, and I don't want to worry about how much money is in it.

How many people dream of this?

Money and women are easily obtained, what else can't be put down?

Shen Songhui looked at Huzi's door, this cynical and had nothing to do in his heart, always thinking about his brother, this younger brother who had lost his life twice for him, was his only worry.

Thinking of these painful pasts, Shen Songhui's heart twitched with pain, and unconsciously, the trajectory of his life deviated from his own track, and slowly used the center of the circle, in the most disdainful field, drawing the ground as a prison, trapped there!

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