"That's your cousin?"

At the Yuecheng Railway Station, Xiong Baizhou looked in the direction of Wang Forsythia's finger, and a tall young girl pulled her suitcase and looked around as she walked.

"Not very old, not too brave, a single girl still dares to look left and right in a place like Yuecheng Railway Station, a silly girl who has no defense. Seeing the performance of Wang Hollyhock, Xiong Baizhou commented with a smile.

Hollyhock is also a plant, similar to forsythia, pine and cypress, Xiong Baizhou estimates that the name of this family does not pay attention to what the date of birth, just install the name of the plant.

The matter of picking up people was supposed to be Wang Songbai's coming, but he had something to do temporarily, and Xiong Baizhou was pulled over by Wang Lianqiao to be the driver.

Wang Forsythia glanced at Xiong Baizhou: "You think everyone is you, you are not very old, but you think more than anyone else." ”

"The color gall is also a bag. ”

Wang Lianqiao pursed her red lips and added.

Today, Wang Forsythia is dressed very casually, cropped leggings and sneakers, with a loose sports version of the autumn coat on top, although the thin waist and breast enlargement are covered, but it has another sports beauty.

Xiong Baizhou couldn't help but look at it a few more times, Wang Lianqiao had a little pride in his heart, but he said: "I've been watching what I'm doing, and I haven't gotten tired of it for so long?"

In the face of this obvious "political mistake", Xiong Baizhou said with a smile: "Even if you are tired of it, I can't get tired of it." ”

Wang Forsythia "hummed", love is like a cup of sweet poison, and like a gorgeous whirlpool, Wang Forsythia is no longer a simple little girl, the emotional experience of the man in front of him may be more complicated than he thought.

I really don't know how he has these experiences at his age, the majestic momentum when doing things, the deep ambition when thinking, and the strong but vast mind like the sea, like a glass of wine, the more you taste it, the more intoxicated you become······

Wang Hollyow's side was really not as expected by Xiong Baizhou, as soon as she walked a few steps out of the station, a group of people surrounded her.

"Pretty girl with such a heavy bag, I'll help you carry it. ”

"Where to go, beautiful girl, Shencheng is still Guancheng. ”

"Would you like accommodation, it's cheap. ”

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In 1994, there are some forces in every city that rely on the railway station to survive, they are abducted and deceived, both soft and hard, the traffic of Yuecheng railway station is the first in the country, too many forces are all over it, one of their targets is a foreigner like Wang Hollyhock, alone, and poor defense.

Wang Hollyhock has the character of a Sichuan-Chongqing girl, and in the face of these strangers who are constantly approaching, she first refuses in Mandarin, and finally scolds directly in Sichuan-Chongqing dialect.

However, the more this kind of performance the king hollyhock, the more daring these people become.

"A little girl is carrying such a heavy bag, or my brother will help you carry it. ”

Someone laughed and prepared to hug the marshalhock's luggage.

Suddenly, a hand picked up the package faster than him: "No, someone picks it up." ”

Wang Hollyhock noticed that a young man had picked up his suitcase without his consent, and was about to open his mouth to curse, when he suddenly found that there was a woman with a charm in the corner of his eye standing next to this man.

"Sister, you're here, these are awesome, annoying people. ”

Seeing Wang Forsythia, Wang Hollyoak's heart relaxed, and he still muttered unforgivingly.

Xiong Baizhou waved his hand and asked Wang Forsythia to take this little pepper to the car and wait first.

Xiong Baizhou's behavior choked these people enough, and they were originally sure that Wang Hollyhock was a piece of fat to the mouth, although he didn't dare to attack people, but at least the luggage could be easily taken away, there was a motorcycle outside to pick up, and there was also a gang cover, no one could catch it.

The thugs turned their heads and prepared to show Xiong Baizhou some color.

Suddenly, the gangster who was about to take the bag was slapped hard, and the head of the group actually appeared.

These gangs naturally have leaders, but they generally do not appear, but only remotely control their subordinates to do things from a distance, unless they encounter special circumstances.

Like now.

"Brother Xiong, I'm sorry, little brother doesn't know that girl is your friend. A young man in black, about twenty-five years old, bowed his head and apologized.

"What's your name? Xiong Baizhou didn't have any expression and asked calmly.

These underground forces at the railway station, they are not afraid of the police, and even have some inexplicable entanglements of interests with the nearby police stations, but they are afraid of powerful gangsters like Xiong Baizhou, because the police can compromise, but people like Xiong Baizhou dare to grab territory in the bloody storm.

When this leader heard Xiong Baizhou ask them about their roots, his face was a little ugly.

"What, don't you say it?"

Xiong Baizhou smiled and was not reluctant, picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

Seeing Xiong Baizhou's expression, the young man in black gritted his teeth and suddenly said: "We are from Baise in western Guangdong, my name is Lu Qiang, and my eldest brother's name is Bai Dengwei. ”

Lu Qiang's voice was quite loud, but Xiong Baizhou obviously heard this, but he didn't hear it, and he didn't turn his head back.

There was no enthusiasm in eastern Guangdong in December, but Lu Qiang felt a thin layer of cold sweat oozing from his back.

"Brother Lu, who is he?"

The group of thugs finally sensed that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask in a whisper.

Lu Qiang's heart went up and down, expecting what might happen, and when he saw this group of little brothers who didn't open their eyes, the evil breath in his heart suddenly burst out, and "snap" was a slap: "I really don't have any fucking eyesight!"

This slap didn't leave a hand, and there was immediately a conspicuous slap mark on the cheeks of the bag-grabbing gangster.

Lu Qiangwu didn't feel relieved, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light: "I'll go and talk to Brother Bai about this now, you all have to follow, and finish work early tonight." ”

It was only at this time that this group of gangsters understood the seriousness of the matter: "Brother Lu, who is that person, even if we die, we will die to understand." ”

"Zhou Meixiong Baizhou, have you heard of it?"

Lu Qiang coldly moved the name out.

Hearing this name, the group of gangsters couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and one of the gangsters defended: "Brother Qiang, we really didn't know that he was Xiong Baizhou, otherwise how would we dare to touch his guests." ”

Lu Qiang sneered: "So I said that your eyesight is poor, are you all blind, how beautiful the woman next to Xiong Baizhou is, but look at the entire train station, does anyone dare to take a step closer?"

"Who cut off Brother Chen's hand in Fangcun, and who does Geng Sanye's car belong to now, you are really a fucking waste that you can't take out for the rest of your life!"

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"See a pen pal?"

In the car, Wang Hollyhock said that the purpose of coming to Yuecheng this time, in addition to seeing his cousin and cousin, there was actually an important purpose, which was to meet pen pals.

Xiong Baizhou looked at Wang Hollyhock from the rearview mirror, and his appearance was quite delicate, although he couldn't compare with Wang Forsythia, but Xiong Baizhou and Xiong Baizhou together had never seen a woman with facial features more beautiful than Wang Forsythia.

It's just that "meeting pen pals", Xiong Baizhou feels strange and familiar, what is strange is whether this kind of behavior was a little too trendy in 1994, and what is familiar is that the plot of "meeting netizens" is often seen later.

However, in 1994, the pen pal of Yuecheng, Xiong Baizhou was not optimistic.