Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be stunned, a look of despair appeared on his face, and he said secretly: "No, right? No, right? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info No. No. No. No. Absolutely, absolutely not! Yes, yes, yes. How can I be planted here? I'm going to find a way to fight back. I've got to figure it out.

But, but, but, what else can be done? Now I have thought of all the ways I can think of. So what to do? So what to do? It's a problem. It's troublesome. I know I shouldn't be afraid of trouble, but I can't help myself right now. Damn it. Damn it. Damn!"

As soon as he thought of this, he trembled involuntarily, his legs trembled, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

Xiao Li was startled, and said in his heart: "What the hell is this guy doing? How did he become like this? Yes, yes, yes." Why is he shivering? Could it be that he's cold? No? It's not that hot right now? Oh, no, no, no. Just because I'm not cold doesn't mean he's not cold. Because, everyone's body temperature is about the same, however, the amount of sweat and the sensitivity to temperature are different.

That is, everyone has a different ability to bear. Some people faint in the heat of 30 degrees Celsius, and they can't bear it. And some people can still be strong at 40 degrees, and that's the difference. This young master is suddenly cold now, he must be used to staying in a warm environment.

Ha ha. Sure enough, it's the flowers in the greenhouse. Although he is no longer there, no, no, no, probably still, just not for the time being. Yeah. It would be accurate to say that, because, if it weren't, it wouldn't be clear why he was suddenly feeling cold.

This must be a habit that has not been corrected. Yeah. The habits mentioned here are not behavioral habits, but the habits of the body, although his body has been exercised by the courier, it has been significantly stronger than when he was still a young master, but, but, but, however, the sensitivity to temperature has not changed, especially the sensitivity to cold.

That's why he trembled. It's a good chance, if I take off my coat and put it on him now, I'm sure I'll be able to gain his favor, and as long as I get his favor, it will be easier for him to get into the elevator to help me. ”

With this in mind, he hurriedly put the gun back in his pocket with his left hand, and began to undress with his right hand, intending to drape the courier.

The courier had been crying out in despair in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he saw him put the gun back in his pocket to undress, and he couldn't help but tremble, and his heart swelled with deeper worry, and he secretly said: "Why did this guy put the gun away? What kind of medicine is he selling in the gourd?"

Yes, yes, yes. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to collect the gun. It's weird. Why is this happening? Does he mean that he doesn't plan to kill me? Impossible, right? He's a pervert, how could he not kill me? He's going to kill me sooner or later, but the time is not yet ripe.

Yeah. The key is timing. When the time comes, there is absolutely absolutely no way he will not kill me. But why do we need that? Yes, yes, yes. It stands to reason that he didn't need to put the gun away! If he put the gun away because he didn't think it was necessary, then why did he pull it out before?

The perverted world is simply incomprehensible. A pervert is really a pervert, and even the way of thinking is different from that of normal people. If it was normal, I wouldn't bother to bother with it. But now it's different. Damn! Damn! I have to find a way to understand perverted thoughts. Because, if he didn't, I had no idea what he would do next.

Yeah. He must have put the gun away for a reason. It can't be an unconscious act, if it's an unconscious act, it can only mean that he is insane and has a nervous breakdown. However, he is not insane, he is mentally normal, but his personality is split.

That is to say, as long as there is no split personality, most of the time, he is normal, but the way of thinking is different from us ordinary people, he is a pervert. Yeah. I had to figure it out. But how easy is it to say? Is it easy to think of reasons why he puts things away?

It's definitely not easy. If the reason can be easily figured out, then is he still perverted? But, but, but, the current situation forces us to be clear. Damn, hateful, damnable! If only I were a pervert too.

Because, at least that way, I can barely understand a perverted idea of him. Yeah. That's it. If it weren't for that, I'd be very bothered. But, but, but, what can be done about it? Who made me so unlucky?

Yeah. If I wasn't so unlucky enough to have this kind of thing, how could I possibly wish I was a pervert? Oh my God! I'm crazy! Crazy! How could I have that thought? It's horrible. Absolutely not. Absolute. Absolute. Absolutely not.

All right. That makes me think about what to do next. Yeah. What do I do next to come up with a good solution? I have to think about it, and if I don't want to, I'm done. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Oh my God! What did I see? What did I see? This guy, this guy, is a pervert!

He's, actually, undressed in front of me? What is he going to do? If I'm a woman, that's fine, he's just trying to do that kind of thing. But, but, but, I'm a man! Oh my God! He's a complete pervert.

It's horrible. At first, I didn't think he was gay. Now it seems that I was wrong. This guy really is gay. What can I do? No. No way. No way. I'm going to figure it out. Yeah. I have to find a way to distance myself from him for the time being, if I continue to stay here, it will be too bad for me.

Even if I don't die, I'm afraid I'll be ruined by him. It's better to die in that case. But what else can be done? Yes, yes, yes. What else can I do? Oh my God! What can I do? Do I want to run away? It's no use to run away.

As long as he catches up, I may be killed immediately. But, but, but, if he doesn't run away, he's already undressed, what else can I do? Am I going to tell him, I'm a woman? Oh my God! I've thought of a trick. Hahaha! yes, yes, yes.

If I pretend to be a woman now, wouldn't I be fine? Yes, yes, yes. He's gay after all. As long as he is gay, then he must hate women. Moreover, it's not an ordinary annoyance, but a very much annoyance. As long as he hates women very, very, very much, shouldn't I have a chance to escape?

Because, if he hates women, he will definitely be willing to keep his distance from women......, right? No, no, no, no. If I really pretend to be a woman, if he really hates women, that's not good. Because, if he really hates women, in addition to driving women away, there will be another way to deal with them.

It's more straightforward and effective. Yeah. Just kill the woman. If you go down, there will be no sequelae. This is absolutely not a no-no. I can't take that risk. Of course. Even if I was lucky, I really didn't get killed, or after being attacked by him, I didn't die, I avoided the point, and waited until he left, and then I ran away.

In either case, nothing good will come of it. Because, as a result, my last task of the day will not be completed. If the front desk lady goes to confirm the call, she will definitely not receive a reply from me to complete the task. In that case, my work would be in vain.

Then my reputation in the courier company will definitely be greatly reduced, and if I want to work in other courier companies, I will definitely be looked at with colored glasses. That way, my life will be even more difficult. Maybe I can barely make ends meet on that meager income, but what is the point of my life?

It's not interesting at all. Yeah. It won't make any sense at all. I want the rest of my life to be better, not worse. If it gets worse and worse, it's better to die. That's what I'm after. Therefore, I will not be able to escape anyway. If I can't escape, then I can't pretend to be a woman.

That said, I had to look for something else. Yeah. Though it was a little difficult, but, but, but, it was a last resort. If I don't want to now, I'm giving up hope. All right. Anyway, it's either hopeless or dead, and today I'm at a dead end. I'll definitely find a way to get out of it.

Let me think again. Even if I were a fool, I wouldn't be willing to die here. Let me think about it, there must be a way. Yeah. It is the so-called endless road. There must be a way, but I haven't found it yet. That's right. That's right. Yes, there is a way.

I figured out how to do it. Haha! Sure enough, there is a way. Although he is a pervert, although he is still a homosexual, although he wants to force me to do something I don't want to do, but, but, but my current identity is a young master. Even if it's a fake young master, I can completely use the momentum to suppress him!

Yeah. Isn't it okay for me to pretend to hate him now? It's called treating others the way they do. As long as I insist on putting on the young master's shelf, then he has no way to take me. Of course. The most important thing is that he firmly believes in who I am now.

If he doesn't believe it, then there's nothing I can do. Yeah. In that case, I could just order him to put his clothes on. Isn't that all right?"

As soon as he thought of this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and said, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

When he asked, Xiao Li paused, stopped halfway through his clothes, and said secretly: "Why is he asking me this? Isn't he cold? Since it's cold, isn't it wrong for me to take off my clothes and cover him? He's a young master, and if you see it, you'll definitely understand what I mean.

Can't he see it? No. No, no, absolutely not. He's not a fool, how could he not understand? So what's going on? Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Could it be that he deliberately pretended not to understand?

Oh my God! Oh my God! If that's the case, it's going to be a lot of trouble. And he's sure there's something in his words. Yeah. If it weren't for the words, would he have had to ask me why I took off my clothes? He already knew the answer, and he still had to ask? This is not knowingly asking, what is it?

I don't understand. I really can't figure it out. What the hell is he trying to do? Knowingly, he asked, is he sick in the brain? If he doesn't want me to help him cover his clothes, he can say no. Why do you even have to ask me? He doesn't even have the slightest bit of common sense? No. No, absolutely not.

He's sure he has more common sense than I do. Because, he is a young master. Yeah. The market he has seen is even much higher than mine, otherwise, he would not be worthy of being called a young master. But what exactly did he want to ask me? There must be a reason to ask me knowingly. If there is no reason, he doesn't even need to ask.

Could it be that he asked knowingly to let him know what I meant? The reason why he asked me was just to make me realize? Wouldn't I stop and not help? But wouldn't that be too complicated? It seems that the reason is not that. So what exactly are the other reasons?

Now I need his help to get the body out, and I've just managed to build a good relationship, and if I mess it up now, wouldn't it be a waste of all my work? Absolutely not. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not. Yeah. So what exactly is the reason?

Damn! I don't feel like my brain is running out. It's hard to think of a reason. The young master deserves to be the young master. Under normal circumstances, how could someone ask such a question? This Tibetan language is really profound. No wonder people like me can't be rich people alive or dead. Even the way of speaking is different, how can you become rich?

However, I am not looking to be rich anyway, and I am very satisfied with my current life. Yeah. In other words, as long as the reason for the sentence just now is clear, as for whether I can become a rich person, it is not within my consideration. Today's task is to dispose of Ni Yan's body, and I must complete the task on time.

Good. Let me think about it. I've solved so many cases in the past, and this kind of trivial thing will definitely not be difficult for me. Just calm down and think carefully. It must be fine. Yeah. There must be no problem. But, but, but, then again, is it really okay? If there is no problem, why do I find it so difficult!

It's so hard. Difficult. Oh my God! I feel like my brain is going to explode. What the hell is going to be done? Damn!" (To be continued.) )