Inside the hospital. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huang Haoming was lying on a hospital bed, playing a web game on his laptop with one hand, but because he could only operate the keyboard with one hand, he died several times in a row.

"Stop playing!" Next to her, a girl who was sitting in the quilt and had been accompanying Huang Haoming said a little coquettishly.

“…… Why don't you play?!" Huang Haoming asked with a frown.

"Let's talk about it!"

"What is there to talk about!" Huang Haoming continued to fiddle with the computer in a tone of voice.

The girl pouted, but she didn't dare to say anything, only lowered her head and continued to use her mobile phone to scroll through Weibo.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Zhao San came to the hospital with some food, and greeted Huang Haoming with a smile: "How do you feel?!"

"It's okay, it's good. After Huang Haoming saw Zhao San, he barely had a smile on his face, because anyway, the three Zhao brothers now have cooperation with Wynn, and they also helped themselves when they were auspicious, so they still have to have the necessary politeness.

"Let's get something to eat!" Zhao San put the food in his hand on the table.

"Third brother!"

The girl sitting on the bed said hello to Zhao San, and then got out of bed sensibly and helped the two of them arrange the side dishes.

Ten minutes later.

Huang Haoming sat on the bed eating crayfish, and then said to the girl: "You go out for a walk!"

"Well, well!" the girl nodded in response, then closed the door and left.

"Come here at night, what's the matter?!" Huang Haoming asked with a frown.

“…… En!" Zhao San bit his chicken paw and nodded.

"Say, what's wrong?!" Huang Haoming was very sorry for his life, so in the case of injections, he didn't dare to drink, so he could only live with the drink.

"Who are you looking for last time when you ran Xiao Cui?!" Zhao San asked straight to the point.

"I didn't look for it!" Huang Haoming was stunned for a moment, and replied truthfully: "It's Fenzi who is looking for it!"

“…… Then can you still contact these people who are doing things?" Zhao San asked after thinking for a while.

"Yes!" Huang Haoming nodded and asked, "What's wrong?!"

"I have something to do, I need a few people to do it!" Zhao San licked his lips.

“…… Hehe, can you still lack such a person in your hands?" Huang Haoming asked with a smile.

"The ones who do things for me are all familiar faces!" Zhao San shook his head and said, "I can't use it!"

"What's the matter!?" Huang Haoming asked casually.

"Oh, don't ask!" Zhao San replied with a direct refusal: "It's no good to know this!"

"Ahh

"You find a middleman and ask them to call me, and you don't have to worry about the rest!" Zhao San instructed with a serious face: "Don't tell anyone about this, you just don't know anything!"

"Okay, I know!" Huang Haoming nodded without much thought: "I'll ask you when I go back!"

"Thank you, Haoming!" Zhao San smiled.

"Family, what are you seeing with me!" Huang Haoming picked up his drink.

"Bang!"

The two of them clashed their glasses, and then drank them all.

……

At about six o'clock in the morning, Zhao San, who was already sleepy and a little confused, left the ward, and then went home to sleep, and the girl, who had been reading Weibo in the corridor for nearly two hours, returned to the ward shivering.

"Brush!"

Huang Haoming glanced at her, and then continued to play with the computer.

“…… I'm cold!"

The girl slipped into the quilt and said tremblingly: "Don't play, let's sleep!"

“…… You sleep on yours!"

"Big brother, I've been here for two days, and you haven't spoken a word to me for a total of twenty ......!" the girl said with a very aggrieved pout.

"Stop the ink, play!" Huang Haoming replied angrily.

“…… A broken game, you've been playing all night!"

"Brush!!"

At this moment, the character on the computer screen was killed again, and Huang Haoming closed the computer with a bang, and scolded as if he was mentally ill: "I don't play games, play with you?!! what are you inking?!I don't want to stay, you just get out!!I'm begging you to come over?!"

The girl's pretty face turned red, and after holding it for a long time, she directly lifted the quilt roughly, and then scolded Huang Haoming while packing up her things: "You are really good! You can play a game for a night with one hand......!

"Fuck your mother, who said you said a hand!" Huang Haoming asked with a roar.

The girl didn't reply at all, but ran out of the door with her bag and slippers on.

"I just sit on a stretcher every day, and I don't have a shortage of goods like you!"

Huang Hao angrily smashed the computer directly.

"Bang!!"

The girl stumbled after being smashed, and then turned around and scolded: "Are you still a man?! Don't worry, you really have to go on a stretcher sooner or later!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Huang Haoming chased down like crazy.

The girl slammed the door and left.

……

There was no word that night, and it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Long C, in a supermarket next to a black hotel.

Brother Mang smoked Great China, bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, and dialed a number from a public phone.

"Hey?!"

More than ten seconds later, Zhao San picked up the phone.

"Third brother, right?!"

"Who are you?!"

“…… I heard you're going to find someone to do something?!" Brother Mang asked, smoking a cigarette.

"Ahh

Zhao San reacted when he heard this, and immediately asked, "Where are you?"

"There are rules for meeting, I will choose the location!" Brother Mang said in a very professional tone.

"......!" Zhao Sanleng paused, nodded and replied, "Okay!"

"Come here by yourself, I'll leave if there are too many people!" Brother Mang instructed.

"......!" Zhao San nodded speechlessly: "Send the address to my mobile phone!"

"Hehe, do you understand?!What am I doing on your phone?!" Brother Mang replied softly: "I said, you remember!"

“…… !" Zhao San collapsed slightly.

"An hour and a half later, there is an old Wang casserole ...... on Jianxin Street!" After Brother Mang whispered an address, he turned his head and glanced around and added: "That's it, delete my call records!"

After speaking, Brother Mang hung up the phone.

Zhao San took the phone, blinked his eyes and scolded: "Damn!!Why does this stupid B seem to be a little biao?!"

……

After the two finished talking on the phone, Zhao San washed his face, and then went to the old Wang casserole on Jianxin Street to meet Brother Mang.

"I understand, let's talk about the price!" After Brother Mang sat at the dining table and listened to Zhao San, he nodded with a reserved expression, and then directly opened his mouth to ask for money.

"Then what's your price?!" Zhao San looked Brother Mang up and down, crossed Erlang's legs and asked.

"One hundred thousand!"

"Hehe, do you know that if you put 100,000 yuan in one piece, you have to have a few wallets to fit it?" Zhao San is different from Fenzi, he is an old Jianghu, so he knows everything very well and what price it is worth.

“…… I'm not worth the money, let's see if it's worth it!" Brother Mang's expression remained unchanged, and he continued in a very steady tone.

"What's the matter?!, let people drive two miles, and give a shot to the heel?" Zhao San asked with a speechless smile.

"......!" Brother Mang held back for a long time after hearing this, then stood up and said, "Don't talk, let's go!"

"Huh!"

Zhao San looked at this tiger b, smiled and blinked his eyes and replied: "You sit down, let's not brag about the price!"