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The black man patiently taught his little brother: "If you want to play with the scarf, you have to apply for a username and set a password yourself, and then you can write on the computer and mobile phone, the last time I saw Cui Ye playing scarf, I also used it in a fashionable way!"

As he spoke, he looked proud, as if he had learned something amazing!

Hearing this, Qin Buji laughed.

Although silent, it caught the attention of two people.

At that moment, the black man glared at Qin Buji viciously and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Isn't it just a scarf, what's the big deal about this, I can still play with buckles!" Qin Buer said.

"Hey, I want to play buckles too, brother, why don't you teach me to play buckles, this should be okay, right?"

Hearing Qin Buer's words, the rabbit man suddenly said excitedly.

"You kid be honest, hold back your talk, and be careful to tear your mouth!" the black man looked at Qin Buji and warned.

Qin Buer smiled and stopped talking.

He just thought the two were interesting.

Seeing that Qin Buji was honest, the black man continued: "Playing with a fart buckle, I don't play with that thing, only play with the scarf, but speaking of the scarf, it's really fun, I already have more than a dozen fans now!"

"Ah, which brand of vermicelli, doesn't it taste delicious?" asked the bunny man.

Syllable!

The black man slapped him on the head again and said, "Not that kind of fan......"

"Which kind of one is that?"

"That's it...... That's what the little brother means......" said the black man.

"Wow, Brother Kuroko, you're so good, can you teach me to play?" said the rabbit man with a look of adoration.

"Can't!"

"Why not?"

"You are illiterate enough to understand such an elegant thing, can you make a computer, can you type, can you say something around your neck?"

The black man looked at him with disdain and said, "With your IQ, if you accidentally leak Cui Ye's rules, be careful that Cui Ye chops you alive." ”

The rabbit man was startled, shrunk his neck, and said with palpitations: "Then I still won't play, hey, brother, what's the name of your scarf?"

The black man straightened the inferior suit on his body, and said seriously: "The name of my scarf is ** thief who steals my heart......"

The bunny man was taken aback.

He pointed to the black man and said with a panicked expression: "Brother, how can you say that you are a thief? What if the police see it? You have changed the name of your scarf?"

Syllable!

The black man slapped him on the head again.

"Don't talk nonsense if you are uneducated, do you know the meaning of the name "My Bib"? The thief who steals the heart is the thief who steals the hearts of those women in the city, and he is the kind of thief, and he is not the thief who steals other people's things!" said the black man.

"That's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Kuroko, you look so stumbling, how did you steal the hearts of the women in the city?" said the rabbit man.

Syllable!

The black man slapped him on the head again.

"Your grandmother has a leg, why can't my brother steal the hearts of women in the city? You know a fart, brother, I call it temperament, do you understand temperament?"

Qin Buji watched these two fools play tricks, and along the way, they didn't feel bored.

This made him feel a little sorry in his heart.

These two guys obviously have the potential to talk about cross talk, if they are pulled over for training, it is estimated that those cross talk actors will be unemployed.

I don't know how long it took, but the car finally stopped in a remote place.

Qin Buji looked out of the car window and saw rows of low factories.

These factories look too dilapidated, obviously the kind that have been abandoned.

Some unscrupulous elements like to gather in this kind of place and do all kinds of shady things.

"It's here, boy, get down!" the rabbit man pushed Qin Buyi and shouted loudly.

Qin Buer glanced at him and said with a smile: "You don't have to push me, just say anything directly, I will try my best to cooperate!"

"Hey, this kid is good, it's good, it's not bad!" The rabbit man looked at Qin Buer with appreciation, looking like I am optimistic about you.

The black man got out of the car and walked into the dilapidated factory.

After a while, he walked out of it with several men in inferior clothes.

As soon as they came out, their eyes all fell on Qin Buer's body, with bad intentions.

That kind of look, like the big bad wolf seeing the little white rabbit, flashed green.

"Where's Cui Ye, haven't you come yet?" asked the black man next to him.

"It's almost over, I just called and said that I was going to see blood today!" the eagle-nosed man looked at Qin Buji and sneered.

Qin Buer frowned slightly.

These people are obviously the kind of ruthless masters, and I don't know how many people were kidnapped here by them and then quietly killed.

For this kind of social cancer, Qin Buer felt that since he had encountered it himself, he should uproot it.

The reason why he was willing to follow those two teases here was to settle this matter once and for all.

Otherwise, with his strength, those two teases wouldn't even be able to get close to his body.

DiDi ......

At this moment, the sound of a car was heard not far away, and everyone immediately looked.

I saw a black car speeding over, and soon came to Qin Buji and the others.

When he got closer to Qin Buer, he found that the logo on the front of this car was the same as the Audi he bought in Huacheng.

Four small circles.

This surprised him greatly.

I'll rub it, these days, when will even a beggar be able to drive an Audi?

It's unbelievable.

The car door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing toad glasses stepped down.

The man has two mustaches, combs the hair of a traitor, but his face is extremely ordinary, and he belongs to the kind of person who will not take a second look if he is thrown in the crowd.

He wears a plaid shirt on the top half of his body and a pair of jeans underneath.

With such a combination of clothes, even Qin Buer felt that this was a turtle, a super turtle!

In comparison, Qin Buji felt that he was too tasteful.

In addition to the middle-aged man, there were other people who got out of the car through a separate door.

A woman, a woman who even Qin Bu'er is a shining eye.

This woman is not very old, about twenty years old.

The figure is extremely tall, purely tall, it is estimated that he is about 1.75 meters, his figure is extremely devilish, ********, and he looks very beautiful.

In particular, a pair of white and tender long legs, exposed to the air, attract the attention of men even more.

In a very popular phrase, the legs play the year!

She didn't wear makeup, so she didn't have the temperament of a dusty woman, but like some high-knowledge women.

I have to say that no matter what kind of man he is, the general point of view of appreciating a woman is still the same.