"Yes, I'm going to kill her. The white ghost said more resolutely, as earnestly and affirmatively as if he had sworn an oath.

"Good luck!" said the, walking quickly to the door, opening the door and leaving.

They have adapted to being indifferent, and so many words like today are already the limit.

Looking at the who walked out of the door and was unwilling to take care of himself, the white ghost felt a sense of loss in his heart, he had been a killer for so many years, and there were countless women who were wasted under his crotch, and the number of women who were ravaged to death was not counted. But today, it turned out to be in the hands of a child who didn't succeed, and the more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became.

kissed and cut off her children and grandchildren, this woman is really ruthless.

Thinking of the kiss, the white ghost touched his lips, which were two seemingly crimson lip flaps, but they were actually poisonous.

Because of his skin, he has been using bleach for a long time to bleach his skin, and now his skin is not only getting whiter and whiter, but his lips are also different from normal skin tones.

He would often wash his lips with chemicals containing lead and mercury, and he would always wear light makeup when he went out, so that no one could tell that there was something wrong with his lips.

If he goes out on a mission, he will carefully apply some homemade powder to his lips, and he will always feel that he can use it.

Coincidentally, he kissed Ning Bing'er last night, and he guessed that this woman would never have dreamed that his lips were poisonous!

This kind of psychopathic to the point of deformity of a man has hopelessly survived in the world, and evil plots to kill innocent people!

In addition to wasting national resources, it is more of a waste of social wealth.

In this villa, four men all have different moods, each of them is more or less lost, melancholy, and hurt, but they are always used to indifference, arrogance, and coldness.

It was dawn, and the four men slowly walked out of the bedroom, and everyone's eyes were red, full of red bloodshots, and they didn't look like they had woken up.

"Sit down and eat!" Shen Songhui said coldly.

After all, this family and even the entire organization are in his hands, and if he doesn't speak, no one dares to take chopsticks lightly.

The other three men watched Shen Songhui sit down, and they dared to sit down to eat.

The atmosphere at the dinner table has always been very weird, Shen Songhui lowered his head and slowly tasted this morning's food, looking leisurely, while Brother Tiger quietly turned his head to look at this unfathomable big brother. And the next to him has been silent with his head down, indifference has always been his adjective, the white ghost on the side is trembling in pain, his face is extremely ugly, but the ghostly smile is still on his face.

No matter how much pain it is, the white ghost can still hide his heartache, and always shows a pleasant smile, which is fake and annoying!

The four people with good personalities were all thinking about it in their hearts, but except for the eldest brother, the other three were all looking at Shen Songhui's face.

"Huzi, when will the 10 million arrive?" Shen Songhui just sucked a mouthful of porridge, chewed it slowly, and asked softly, the atmosphere at the dinner table was too embarrassing, and he was not used to eating like this, so he could only break it!

At the mention of 10 million, Huzi suddenly slapped it on the back of the head, anger immediately appeared on his face, his dark eyes widened, and he scolded with hatred: "Damn stinky Sanba, she hasn't paid for it after the deadline, does she want to die faster?"

"Okay, don't scold, you just didn't call, did you?" Shen Songhui's tone was very flat, he couldn't hear whether he was angry or not, and he couldn't guess that he was emotional at all.

"No, I'll go to her now. As he spoke, the stool was moved, and then the whole person stood up angrily and was about to walk out.

"Sit down!" Shen Songhui put another spoonful of porridge into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said coldly.

"Brother, I'm ......" Brother Hu's tendon was swirling in his mind, but he didn't think about turning the corner, he was still thinking about going out.

"I'm not good at talking, am I?" Shen Songhui said loudly, slamming the high-grade porcelain spoon in his hand on the ground.

The porcelain landed with a crisp sound, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, not daring to raise their heads, not daring to argue, and quietly waiting for the eldest brother to speak.

The maid at home immediately ran over with interest, took a spoon for Mr. Shen, and quietly retreated, not daring to stay for a long time.

Glancing at the three men who were obedient like slaves, there was no blood on their bodies at all, Shen Songhui looked at it again with a special sense of accomplishment, and then continued to bow his head to eat.

"Well, sit down, have breakfast first, I'll ask you something later. Shen Songhui drank the last few mouthfuls of porridge in the bowl, wiped his lips gently, and then got up and walked to the sofa to sit and smoke.

Taking a cigarette, lighting a cigarette, and smoking a cigarette are actions that are already very skillful for a person who smokes regularly. As a gang boss, Shen Songhui has always had a habit of biting the cigarette stick and smelling it for a few seconds before smoking, and then slowly lighting the fire, taking a few deep breaths, a cigarette, always smoking between two or three puffs, and this first cigarette is addictive, and the second cigarette is smoking, or tasting cigarettes.

Watching Shen Songhui smoke the second cigarette, it was like a noble lady dressing herself up, waiting to go out to indulge in shopping, the joy in her eyes, the intoxication on her expression, it was a pleasure to watch.

Seeing that the eldest brother had finished eating and the second cigarette had been smoked for most of the time, the three of them stood up a little nervously and walked to the living room.

"What's the arrangement of the big brother?" the was straightforward and never dragged his feet.

"Sit down and talk about it, don't worry!" Shen Songhui glanced at the strange-looking three people in front of him, one was more peculiar than the other, there was a feeling of nausea, he almost didn't vomit, his strong concentration made him calm down quickly, squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the three of them, and played with the lighter in his hand.

"Does this woman Yuan Xuefei still have anything to do with Baikang Company?" Shen Songhui asked lightly, as if everything was under control, and it was as if he didn't know all this, so you couldn't guess or figure it out.

"Last time, she asked her to tell the truth to that waste person, but now Baikang is under Ning Guoqiang's control, I'm afraid it's broken!" There was a hint of uncertainty in Brother Hu's tone, and he really didn't understand it.

"Then how did she get her 10 million?" Shen Songhui looked at his younger brother with a cold light.

"She has savings, she has private money. Brother Tiger nodded affirmatively and said.

"How do you know?" said Shen Songhui as he looked at his brother with some playfulness.

"I ...... I...... How do you know?" Suddenly, Brother Tiger kicked on the and inexplicably passed it on to the.

"Sick!" The nigger is not afraid of Brother Tiger, but respects him as Mr. Shen's younger brother and doesn't care about him.

"You're sick, didn't you hear my brother's question?" Brother Tiger jumped over the wall and kicked the again.

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