In the conference room, the white bear turned his back to the two old men, who had their own strengths and weaknesses. It's like facing away from the two mountains in Beijing.

"Tell me, ask us two old things to come and have some schemes." The calloused hand of the red-faced old man slapped on the table, as if he had already been furious before he could speak, a scene of anger.

This old man's name is Zhuo Wenwu, the last legendary character in Beijing, belongs to the temper of the temper, the general temper is not a temper in front of this old man, in the twilight of the old man this old man is more or less restrained, and even some people say that Zhuo Wenwu can compare with the air when he is young.

If you use one word to run through this old man's life, it is the word anger, because this Zhuo Wenwu has been angry since he came down from his mother's womb, a group of people are angry, and one person is also angry, although the reason for anger often makes people cry and laugh.

"The Reaper is back." White Bear said.

"We know this, don't talk nonsense." Zhuo Wenwu patted the table and said, not knowing what he was annoyed about.

Perhaps the white bear had long been accustomed to the old man's anger, and turned around and said, "Just now, the ghost king just left here. ”

This time, Zhuo Wenwu was surprisingly not angry, but a little thoughtful.

"What did that guy leave behind?" Another old man said lightly, this old man named Xia Changshou was the opposite of Zhuo Wenwu, and even his appearance was the opposite of Zhuo Wenwu.

"He wants to start a war at Swallow Pass." White Bear said.

"Looking for death, dare to play in Beijing?" Zhuo Wenwu sneered.

But the more this kind of naked death-seeking behavior, the more weird it feels, this kind of obvious empty city plan, but it is the most easy for people to mess up, not to mention that what they have to face now is not a brainless gangster, but a ghost king who asks for his life.

"Wenwu, this ghost king is not like the foolishness you imagined, there were not one or two good hands who died at his hands in Beijing back then." Xia Changshou said.

Zhuo Wenwu snorted coldly, with a disapproving expression.

"His purpose is to be the people above me." Bai Xiong said this with some difficulty, after all, this is a topic that generally needs to be avoided, and the people who go up, those characters ∟dǐng∟diǎn∟小∟ say, .◎.$os_(); What level has it reached, maybe just mentioning it in the mouth is a big taboo.

Zhuo Wenwu, who was usually in a state of anger, was silent, revealing a trace of solemnity, this is an absolutely rare look, if the Zhuo family cronies see Zhuo Wenwu showing this kind of expression, it is estimated that he will lose his big teeth in shock, it is hard to believe that Zhuo Wenwu will have such a look.

Xia Changshou's movements of rubbing his fingers slowly stopped, and his unwavering face showed a look of surprise.

"What do you two think?" White Bear asked.

"Don't stay, don't stay," Xia Changshou muttered.

These old and heavy three words ended this conversation, Bai Xiong felt that just these few words were enough, whether it was Xia Changshou or Zhuo Wenwu, which one was not an ordinary character, who could provoke and who could not, who could kill and who could not, it must be clearer than anyone else.

The silver bell woke up Zhao Kuangchao, who seemed to be asleep, Zhao Kuangchao opened his eyes, the ceiling was a scene he had never seen before, and it seemed that the last scene in his consciousness was still facing Li Heilong on the rooftop.

The pain all over his body seemed to tell Zhao Kuang that he was still not dead, and Zhao Kuang felt a little helpless, and felt that his life was hard and unusual, or God deliberately let him suffer one more diǎn crime.

As for where he is, Zhao Kuangchao doesn't care about this problem for a while, because the only one in Beijing who can save him from Li Heilong's hands is the Zhao family, thinking of this family, Zhao Kuangchao's heartbeat is almost diǎn, is it anger, or helpless?

"Awake?" A neutral voice with diǎn sounded beside Zhao Kuangran, but it was a female voice that could be distinguished.

Because of the pain in his neck, Zhao Kuangran couldn't even raise his head to look at the appearance of the woman standing next to him.

"I want to stay honest without leaving any sequelae, I don't want to marry a cripple." The woman seemed to have diǎn annoyance, reprimanding Zhao Kuangchao, who was in turmoil.

Zhao Kuang was stunned for a while, and there was no reaction to what the situation was, and the most ridiculous thing was that he didn't even know the appearance of this "bride".

Just when Zhao Kuangran was puzzled, the woman walked in front of Zhao Kuangran's eyes, bent down and looked down at Zhao Kuangran's face, very close to Zhao Kuangran, so close that Zhao Kuangran could count this woman's eyelashes.

This woman who doesn't speak well has short hair and has the smell of a diǎn tomboy, but a tomboy will never be able to open such an incomparably delicate face, especially those big eyes, as if they have spirituality, giving Zhao Kuanglan a feeling that any dark thoughts in his heart can be seen through.

Although she has a face that would captivate the country if she dresses up a little, the woman's dress is completely neutral, with some baggy shirts and ripped jeans, this somewhat exaggerated dress just covers up the woman's figure, but it definitely belongs to the type of good birth in Gong San'er's eyes.

Zhao Kuangchao was looking at this woman, and this woman was also looking at Zhao Kuangchao, but the latter's gaze at Zhao Kuangchao obviously had a condescending taste, and even a trace of disdain and resentment.

"It's really not a long stream." The two stared like this for a long time, and the woman seemed to have only this feeling.

Zhao Kuangran was very helpless, and he especially wanted to say something, but in the face of this woman's face, Zhao Kuangran knew that it was useless to say anything, and some things had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"This is Zhuo Wangfu, my name is Zhuo Yue, your name is Zhao Kuangran, we will get married in five days." The woman patted her chest and said, simple and clear, no matter how wonderful Zhao Kuang's expression was, she left with steps that only a man can walk out.

When a person who thought that his life was over like this suddenly learned that he was about to carry out his life event, and without knowing it, this feeling was very tangled, but Zhao Kuangran knew very well that his little chess piece was played by those big people again.

Is it only my share to be fiddled with like this? Zhao Kuangran didn't know, he only knew that he couldn't stand up even if he struggled to death now.

For that incident, Zhao Kuangran, as a man, is not without fantasies, but the character he fantasizes about, thousands of times, will be her, there is no one else, even if there is a long, long life in this life, but Zhao Kuangchao is like this, a woman he recognizes is a lifelong thing, even if there is no result, it will only make people sympathize.

Whether it's paranoia, neuropathy, pedantic, Zhao Kuangchao doesn't mind, he doesn't mind, he just wants to quietly implement what he wants to implement, because in this life, every day, every hour, everything he lives is on him, this is Zhao Kuangran's life, not the life of a bystander.

Leaving the room, there was a man in a black tracksuit standing at the door, the man had white hair, some dark skin, and an evil face, leaning against the red pillar at the door.

"He's awake." Zhuo Yue said, diǎn lit a mint-flavored lady's cigarette and smoked it very skillfully.

"How do you feel when you see you as a bride?" The man came back to his senses and smiled, perhaps only Zhuo Yue knew how rare the smile on this man's face was.

"Don't make fun of me, you know the old pedantic temper of my family." Zhuo Yue glanced at this sworn friend who was talking coldly, and there was an inexplicable feeling of betrayal and separation.

"This is not your Miss Zhuo's temper, to be honest, in the face of such a guy, is there a single diǎn temptation." The man said with some gossip, and a diǎn did not conform to his particularly cold appearance, but the evil and awe-inspiring face smiled with a special taste, like a vicissitudes of life.

"Li Dewen, you took the wrong medicine today, no matter how dissolute I am, I won't be tempted by a guy I don't know, not to mention that this is originally a family marriage, you know I hate this diǎn." Zhuo Yue looked at Li Dewen with disdain, her face became a little red, and she didn't know if she was really poked by Li Dewen, or if she really had a liver fire.

But Li Dewen didn't mind Zhuo Yue's lethal little eyes, and said to himself: "To be honest, this story of Zhao Kuangchao is indeed quite attractive, Zhuo Yue these years, there are not many men like this, give you such a one for nothing, ordinary people go to burn high incense, he is different from me, he didn't grow up in Beijing, let alone a gentleman, this is not what you want?" The story of Snow White and the beggar? ”

"Begging for a beating." Zhuo Yue couldn't stand Li Dewen's provocation, and killed Li Dewen with her fists, and she didn't look like a lady in the house, but more like a little girl on the street.

Li Dewen skillfully dodged Zhuo Yue's weak fist, like an adult dealing with a kindergarten child. With a faint smile on his face, he looked at the room where Zhao Kuang was lying down, and felt some sympathy for this guy who would marry this crazy girl in the future, he didn't hate this Zhao Kuangran, but like Zhuo Yue, he just hated this marriage with the taste of the family.

Perhaps tired of fighting, Zhuo Yue stopped continuing to invade Li Dewen, and lit a cigarette again with great addiction, this exaggerated dress rarely has a hint of old-fashioned flavor.

"If you can, don't be too rude to him, no matter how you two say it, you and your wife are also grasshoppers on the same rope, and they are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should they have known each other when they meet, and they can't help themselves." Li Dewen said lightly, as if he could understand Zhuo Yue, or Zhao Kuangchao's mood.

"I don't need you to teach me this, Poet Li." Zhuo Yue said angrily.

"A bunch of bitter kids." Li Dewen muttered, it was not that he had not rebelled against the world he hated, but he lost.