"Mr. Li, Mr. Song, please let me go, I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore. The woman who was being dragged all the way begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.

In the face of the woman's shout, the beer-bellied man seemed to be a little annoyed, and the cigarette butt that had just been lit in his hand flew towards the woman, impartially on that beautiful face.

"Ahh

The beer-bellied man spat out the cigarette residue in his mouth and waved his hand impatiently, "Take it away, take it away, it's a waste of fun!"

The two men in black glanced at each other, and did not dare to stop for a moment, so they threw the woman out like a mop.

Next to the beer-bellied man, a man with a comb in the middle and a little white skin changed the topic with a haha: "Mr. Li is not a little irritable today, I'm afraid that the woman here dislikes me for not being beautiful enough?"

In the face of this young man's ridicule, the beer-bellied man didn't dare to show his face, and quickly explained: "It's not a woman's business, I'm just a little sad in my heart, and I don't know what to say. ”

The beer-bellied man twisted open a bottle of foreign wine on the table, didn't bother to find a cup, and took a big sip directly into the bottle.

With an indescribable helplessness and boredom.

The young man also opened another bottle of wine, touched it lightly with his wine bottle, took a sip with him, wiped the wine on his lips, and then said unintentionally,

"Mr. Li is like this, but do you have anything on your mind? We are now a partner, as long as I can help with anything, I must say it openly and honestly, otherwise, others will not be able to help!"

"Hehehe, this is natural, and I don't have anything else to do, that is, I was a little upset by the tigress at home, and I couldn't help but bring out the anger, but let Mr. Song see the joke. ”

The beer-bellied man smirked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and it was perfunctory at first glance.

Can he say he doesn't want to stay here for a moment?, he complained helplessly.

The young man didn't say much, just pointed to a middle-aged man not far away and said, "Look over there, your nemesis, that is, Mr. Peng?"

"Uh, I see!" Although I don't know why the other party asked him to see it, the beer-bellied man still looked at it kindly.

The man was indeed his nemesis, tall and lean, like a bamboo pole. On weekdays, he is arrogant, relying on himself to have a closer relationship with the boss, but he doesn't make trouble for him.

However, at this time, he looked sluggish, as if there were still traces of injury on his face, and there was a woman who looked like a fairy, holding a cotton swab to help him deal with it.

And he is reluctant to push the distance, but he has to accept the contradiction, and the people who see it can't say awkward.

The young man hiccuped and said slowly, "Let me tell you, this person, as soon as he gets older, this thought will be a little stubborn and stubborn. If you don't give him some color, he won't know why that flower is so red?"

The muscles on the beer-bellied man's face tugged unconsciously, and he asked in a trembling whisper: "Mr. Song, then you say, how did you let him know how that flower was red?"

"Hahaha" The young man shook some of his long bangs and glanced at the beer-bellied man proudly, "Are you sure, you want to know?"

"I'm sure!"

The beer-bellied man was reluctant in his heart, but in order to know what happened to Mr. Peng, he still endured the discomfort and asked in a trembling voice.

The young man couldn't understand anything, and after snorting contemptuously, he said slowly: "We didn't do anything, just invited his flower-like daughter to take a five-star cruise ship and go to the Red Sea for a few days." Then, he bought his wife a ticket to travel to the Middle East, and that's it. ”

"And then?"

The beer-bellied man breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party just does this, it seems that there is nothing to be afraid of?

Although the places to visit are not good places, the Red Sea is not a red sea, but a sea that has not been carved up by any country.

There is chaos there, no one is in charge, and people from all three religions and nine streams gather there, and it is a notoriously end-of-law place.

There, only the powerful king can survive, and ordinary people, if they don't have a backer to rely on, then they can only wait to be sold thousands of times, squeeze out the last surplus value, and be discarded in the vast sea like garbage.

As for the Middle East, it has always been a place of war, and no one knows if they will be able to see the sun tomorrow.

There are refugees everywhere, terrorists everywhere, and it can be said that only people who have been kicked in the head by a donkey can run to such a place to suffer.

However, the young man sent his family surnamed Peng to such a dangerous place, and the threat was self-evident.

However, the reaction of the beer-bellied man to these two places is only superficial, only knowing that they are not safe, and only listening to the reports in the news, knowing a little bit or two. Specifically, there aren't many images.

The young man didn't care, after all, there are some things that he has the patience to let people understand.

"Hahaha, don't you think that's enough?"

The young man seemed to have thought of something wonderful, licked his somewhat dry lips, and said with a look of unfinished meaning: "That old fellow looks so stumbling, but he gave birth to a daughter who is like a flower and jade. ”

"And his wife, although she is already Xu Liang's half-old, but she also has a different style, the taste is really good, if you have the opportunity another day, I can help you with that! Do you know what I mean?"

The young man squeezed his eyebrows and said, the evil meaning revealed in his eyes, even the beer-bellied man, an old fritter who was well-informed and had experienced everything, couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

Although he is not a good thing, he still feels disgusted with this kind of broken hand.

I couldn't help but rejoice in my heart, his wife was a chaff wife, a proper yellow-faced woman, even if she was thrown into the pile, no one would worry about it.

And he doesn't have a daughter, so he won't be blackmailed.

However, his heart was obviously put down too soon, and he saw the young man suddenly tremble, looking at him condescendingly.

He didn't know why, he wasn't used to looking up and seeing people, so he couldn't help but stand up too.

"Mr. Song, what are you?"

"It's better to hit the day than to hit the day, just tonight!"

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