In the past two days, Xiang was also in a mess in his mind, because he found a problem, although Tang Tang was still reluctant to talk to him, but he would take the initiative to come over to him every day for breakfast and tie, at first he thought that this little girl should have figured it out, but he found that she still talked to him and ignored it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He lowered his eyes to look at the top of his hairy head, raised his hand intently to tie his tie to the little girl, coughed lightly twice, and tried to make his voice sound indifferent, but he didn't expect it to turn into a gentle and low tone of discussion as soon as he spoke: "Let's go see grandpa." ”

Tang Tang bit his lip and still looked at the tie: "Okay." ”

.......

"I said, who the hell are you going to help? The thin man was wearing a white suit, holding a red wine glass like a ruffian, his wrist swayed slightly, and the purple-red wine swayed slightly in the transparent goblet, causing a trace of waves.

"Mo Fan, I won't help anyone. I'm waiting for the truth. The college-looking boy glanced coldly at the perverted man who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, got up and stuffed the aged red wine on the table, took it away, and put it back in the wine cabinet.

"He Yiyuanyou, tell me about you, you were so innocent at the beginning, you believed whatever I said, you could get rid of Xiang Ye at that time, but you were arrested. I'm really curious how Xiang didn't do you at that time. Mo Fan drank all the red wine in the cup, smashing it and smashing it, recalling the aroma of wine between his lips and teeth.

He Yiyuan took the leather coat on the side and put it on, he really didn't want to receive such a shameless person, but the problem was that he promised the second brother to pay attention to his every move, and the most ridiculous thing for him was that this street rat still had to think of a way to win over people to kill the second brother: "Didn't you get rid of it?" At the beginning, my brain was short-circuited for a while, and I believed in your bad words, which caused me to need to stand on my own now. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm a rotten person, and I'm a rotten person. ”

"Can you get out? He Yiyuan took out a gun from the drawer and pinned it behind his waist, took the sunglasses on the table and clamped them on the bridge of his nose, wearing a black leather coat, he was blowing the wind, like a rebellious teenager in a punk style.

"Tut-tut, where are you dressed like this? ”

"I've got something to do with you. ”

"OKOKOK, I'LL GO. Mo Fan put down his wine glass, got up and looked at him seriously: "Think about it carefully, if you cooperate with me and add others, TC will be ours sooner or later." ”

"I don't understand what you mean by tossing back and forth every day, no matter what you go to the sky, in the eyes of the second brother, you are just a street rat, oh yes, I have always wanted to ask you a question, you made the eldest brother so miserable, don't you dream of the eldest brother's bloody face and special green eyes at night?" He Yiyuan looked at Mo Fan's face that turned white in an instant with satisfaction, sneered, and turned to leave.

Mo Fan's body trembled a little, licked his chapped lips, and looked at the black-clothed bodyguard who was standing in front of him expressionlessly and asked him to leave, and his hands were clenched into fists: Lao Tzu will do you sooner or later.

Mo Fan quickly walked to the parking lot and got into the car, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, looking at the surroundings with a frightened and cautious face, how could he not dream, when he poured sulfuric acid on that person, the skin and flesh corroded rapidly, and the scene of the skin and flesh blooming into a river of blood was basically dreamed of every day, as well as the person's unique dark green eyes, he dreamed that the green eyes were shining and staring straight at him, and he was awakened in the middle of the night, he sent all his temper on the little tender model he was sleeping, and it was like this, a young and fresh life died under his hands。

He closed his eyes, calmed his pounding heart, wiped the sweat from his forehead, started the car and left. He hated it now for being in a dimly lit warehouse and in the night, for he could always feel the man still sitting on a dilapidated wooden chair, staring at him with rotting flesh.

Mo Fan had the blood of countless people on his hands, but he never felt disturbed by the nightmare of ending a person's life, only Li He, the eldest brother who had always been smiling and treating him very well, Li He believed him, so he accompanied him to the warehouse, when the effect of the medicine began to work, when Li He woke up, he was already tied to a dilapidated wooden chair with five flowers, and he was a little excited with a jar of sulfuric acid standing in his hand, he could never forget it, the moment when the person's dark green eyes changed his eyes, like a wolf, a wolf who only needs revenge....

"The third. ”

A weak and gentle male voice came from the empty underground parking lot, Mo Fan, who locked the car door, swallowed his saliva, and stood next to the car without daring to move, cold sweat running down his thin face and dripping wet the white petty bourgeois suit.

"The third. ”

Mo Fan's stiff body suddenly turned around, took out a pistol from the car and looked back and forth like a mental patient, his eyes widened in horror, his eyes were bloodshot, he shrunk his neck and bent over and walked back and forth, shouting at the top of his voice: "Don't pretend to be a ghost! Li He, you're dead!!Xiang Ye!Is it you?!Are you pretending to be a ghost!?"

"You're hard to find. Some complaining hoarse male voices sounded again, and Mo Fan was a little broken back and forth, he only felt that the nightmares of every night were all rushing into his brain, playing over and over again like a movie. He tore at his hair and shot in a crazy circle, and there were bursts of gunfire in the empty parking lot, a little harsh.

The headlights parked next to his car suddenly turned on, Mo Fan picked up the gun and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz business step by step, and smashed the front glass of the car with the gun, but no one could see through the faint light.

"You broke my car, I want you dead. ”

The voice sounded again, and Mo Fan sat on the ground, his white suit rubbed by him. Frightened tears rolled in his eyes, he threw the gun aside, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Don't come to me...!! don't come to me...."

At the end of the parking lot, there was a Mercedes-Benz business car that was exactly the same as just now, and the little girl in a denim suit in the car saw the figure of the person running away in panic, covering her mouth and laughing, her innocent smile like a wind chime provoked the two rough men sitting in the front seat couldn't help but bend their lips.

"Pelle. The clown man leaned back in his seat, his green eyes full of complaints: "You called me here to satisfy your bad tastes." ”

"Oops, teacher. I just wanted you to remind him that his time of death is approaching, and to say hello to him. But the place where he lives is really remote, and you need to come out and get in touch with the outside world, and I will give you a skin graft after a while!"

The clown-masked man's eyes slowly softened into a puddle of water, Pei'er, should I believe you like that?" ”