Trash can!

It's basically filled with garbage produced by life, like some rotten leftovers, and it's just stinking inside.

Therefore, the consequences of Huang Lang can be imagined.

"Brother Feng, Huang Lang is calling you inside, do you want to go in and sit down and talk to him?"

Ye Fan smiled and stared at him playfully.

"Van ...... Brother Fan, you ...... What are you kidding, I'm ...... I don't ...... with Huang Lang There's nothing to talk about, really! I don't lie to you!"

Zhao Feng's face turned pale with fright.

"Oh, is it?" Ye Fan smiled a few times, revealing a harmless expression of humans and animals, and asked, "Then are you considering telling the truth, why are you following me?"

"I ...... I, me!"

Zhao Feng suddenly stopped.

Mom! Lao Tzu wants to yin you, but can Lao Tzu dare to say this?

"Oh, Brother Feng, don't be afraid, we're iron buddies anyway?" you say, I promise not to beat you!" Ye Fan said encouragingly.

"Really?"

Zhao Feng stared at Ye Fan suspiciously, as if he couldn't believe his words.

"Oh, Brother Feng, are you still afraid that I will cheat you?" Ye Fan said with a worried face.

Paralysis!

Don't say it, Lao Tzu is indeed a little worried!

Zhao Feng hesitated suddenly.

"Brother Feng, the opportunity depends on grasping, don't you regret it then?" Ye Fan said meaningfully.

"Okay, good, good! I ...... I say. ”

Zhao Feng weighed left and right, and still decided to speak out.

"Brother Fan, I'm ...... I'm so sorry for you, in fact, I followed you just to secretly film you on a date with Miss Ruth, and then go to the principal to complain!!Brother Fan!!I was wrong!!really!I knew it was wrong!"

Seeing that his legs "poofed", he knelt directly on the ground, and his expression pretended to be very distressed.

No way!

So this guy wants to frame me?

Ye Fan felt a wave of anger in his heart, but there was no trace of dissatisfaction on this guy's face.

"Oh! Brother Feng, look at what scared you, I don't think what's going on! Come on, come on, don't kneel, get up!"

Ye Fan smiled and reached out to help Zhao Feng up.

Wait a minute!

He...... He's not mad at me? Mom......! Isn't this scientific?

Zhao Feng's expression was stunned.

Immediately, he asked anxiously, "Brother Fan......! You're really not angry?"

"Kiyoha!"

"You...... You don't want to lecture me?"

"Kiyoha!"

"Whew!!!, I'm much more relieved...... Brother Fan, you ...... Why are you holding my hand? Don't ...... Don't come nonsense!"

Before Zhao Feng could say anything halfway, Ye Fan directly grabbed his hand, and then lifted his whole person up.

"Brother Feng! I always thought that I would treat you as a buddy, but you actually wanted to yin me? Alas! To be honest, I was very sad!"

Ye Fan pretended to be deeply shocked.

Nabs?

You're embarrassed to tell me that it's a buddy, when didn't Lao Tzu be killed by you?

Zhao Feng was angry in his heart.

He was so angry that he opened his mouth and cursed, "Damn......! Didn't you just say you would let me go? Why did you suddenly regret it?"

"That's right, I want to let you go, but look at how lonely Huang Lang is in the trash, so ......"

Ye Fan smiled evilly and paused deliberately.

"So what?"

"So, you can go in and accompany him!"

After saying that, Ye Fan suddenly used force and stuffed Zhao Feng's whole person into the trash can.

"Hey, hey, Peak...... Brother Feng, you ...... Don't press me, there's ****!!vomit!!"

"Shit! Shut up, it stinks in here!! I want to vomit too!!"

"Ahh......h Don't throw up!"

……

Zhao Feng and Huang Lang, two pairs of friends, struggled painfully in the sea of garbage suffering.

"Bang!"

At this time, Ye Fan closed the lid of the trash can, and then pressed an extra rotten iron box on it.

What's even worse is that Ye Fan also buckled the lock of the trash can.

"That's it!"

Ye Fan patted the dust on his hands and smiled evilly.

"You...... Won't you go a little too far?" Ruth frowned slightly.

"It's too much, please, if you are overshadowed by him, it will be my brother who is unlucky!" Ye Fan said with disdain.

Ruth smiled slightly wryly, "It's pitiful for them to meet you!"

"Actually, they've always been pitiful!" Ye Fan smiled, "Let's go!"

"What about them?"

Ruth pointed to the garbage pole, and there was a rotten iron box of dozens of catties pressed on the lid of the barrel.

"They? There will be a cleaner tomorrow to save them. Ye Fan looked like he didn't care about anything.

"All right! I hope they're well!"

……

Then, Ye Fan and Ruth left the scene.

At this time, Zhao Feng and Huang Lang, who were still struggling inside, were dirty all over their bodies, and they exuded a foul smell all over their bodies.

"Brother Feng, there doesn't seem to be movement outside, is that kid gone?" Huang Lang said in a low voice.

"It seems to be!"

Zhao Feng listened to it, it was quiet outside, and there was not even a sound.

Through the gap in the trash can, he peeked out and saw that there was even a human figure.

"Damn! that kid is really gone!" Zhao Feng said excitedly.

"Great! Brother Feng, let's get out quickly, it stinks here!"

Huang Lang showed a bitter gourd face, pinched his nose and said.

"Okay, let's put the lid on the bucket!" Zhao Feng commanded.

"Okay!"

Immediately after, the two raised their hands upward.

It's okay not to lift it, but it's ...... Why can't you open it?

Suddenly, the two of them were frightened.

"Brother Feng, there seems to be something heavy pressing down on it, Ni Mom! That kid is playing too hard. Huang Lang trembled with anger.

Zhao Feng hated iron and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense, let's push hard!"

"Oh!"

Huang Lang nodded hurriedly.

Then, the two made an appointment to work together.

Zhao Feng said, "Now! I counted to 3, let's work together!"

“OK！”

"Ready!3!"

“2！”

“1！”

"Hard!"

"The ghost called you a decrepit boy, on top of it!"

……

However, Zhao Feng and the others worked hard, and the lid of the trash can on their heads did not move at all.

In the end, the two of them gave up completely.

"Brother Feng, we can't open the lid of this bucket, what should we do?" Huang Lang cried in fright.

"Damn! Do you need to say this, hurry up and call for help!" Zhao Feng reached out and pinched him fiercely.

"Ouch!"

Huang Lang screamed.

However, he couldn't care about the pain on his body anymore, and saw that he followed Zhao Feng together, desperately patting the inner wall of the trash can with his hand.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Help, let us out!"

"Someone, is there anyone outside?"

"Which good person helps, hurry up and get us out, it's good here—it stinks!"

……