"Poof!"

Teng Xiangling smiled, and the flowers and branches of the smile were spreading, leaning forward and closing back.

"Could it be that your wife gave birth to you when she was sixty years old?"

Yan Murong's words made the originally tense occasion change its flavor all of a sudden.

But if you think about it carefully, he is right-this young man is only twenty years old, and his mother is eighty, if he is not picked up, then he can only admire his mother's ability.

"I-" The young man's face suddenly turned red when Yan Murong said, and he squeaked for a long time before he said. "Big brother, I'm wrong, it's my mother's wife's wife-yes, I have an eighty-year-old mother's wife, and I have-"

"Smack!"

Before the young man's words were finished, Yan Murong slapped him in the face again.

"Didn't you go to school? I'll tell you, I haven't been to school for a few days, but I also know that I should call my mother's wife grandma. ”

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, big brother, don't beat me." The young man didn't care about listening to Yan Murong's correct salutation, so he hugged Yan Murong's thigh and began to beg for mercy. A small face was full of pleading.

"Alright, stand up." Yan Murong pushed the young man away and said. "Give me your ID."

"Big brother, you-what do you want my ID card for? Spare me. The young man pleaded.

"Don't tell me it's useless, if you don't take it, I'll take it myself." Yan Murong said with a glare. "Don't say I'll beat you then."

"I'll give it to you, can't I give it to you, don't fight." The young man took out a wallet from his pocket with an aggrieved face, then took out his ID card from it, and handed it to Yan Murong with a reluctant face.

"Zhang Baobao?" Yan Murong looked at the fairly delicate photo on the ID card, and then looked at the young man who was not a ghost or a ghost and had earrings and said. "It's okay for a man to take such a squeamish name, but you come to rob again, you are really wonderful."

"It's—that's the name my dad gave me." The young man explained aggrievedly, as if he was also very dissatisfied with his name.

"They all call me Xiaobao." The youth said.

"Okay, Xiaobao, right?" Yan Murong smiled and said. "Your ID card is with me, I will temporarily withhold it, you go and help me do something, and when it is done, I will return your ID card to you - you don't plan to run away, give you 24 hours, if you don't come to me, I will give your ID card to the police, let the police find you."

"I'll help, I'll help." The young man said hurriedly. "Big brother, what do you want me to do?"

"Do your old job." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I want you to steal something for me."

"Huh?" The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Yan Murong, and asked cautiously. "Big brother, your skills are so good, why do you want me to go?"

"Nonsense, who will not let you go?" Yan Murong said angrily. "You're a professional, I'm just an amateur - I'm not stupid if you don't use your major."

"Okay, I'll go." The young man looked at Yan Murong and said. "Big brother, don't lie to me, don't call the police."

"You help me get my things, and I won't call the police."

"So-what do you want?" The young man asked.

"I don't know what I want." Yan Murong said. "You know Situ Jin, right?"

"You mean, the eldest young master of the Situ family?" The young man asked tentatively.

"That's right, it's that idiot." Yan Murong nodded, and it was not surprising how the young man could know about Situ Jin - it was obvious that everyone in the Situ family knew about it in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and his notoriety of Situ Jin was probably also notorious, and he was well known by some ninth-rate gangsters.

"You go to his house, remember, it's not where he lives now, it's his house, pry open his father Situ Fan's safe for me, and take out all the contents for me - if you have money, you will be cheaper, and the rest, the same, bring me the same."

"What?" The young man was startled and asked with a look of surprise. "You're telling me to go to Situ's house to steal something?"

"When did I say that?" Yan Murong shook the ID card in his hand and said with a smile. "I didn't say anything, you heard that he had money in Situ Fan's safe, and you wanted to go."

The aggrieved young people were about to cry.

It's not such a bully, even if you want all the money on your own - but it's too difficult for him to go to Situ's house, one of the two major families in Suzhou and Hangzhou, to steal things, and it is Situ Fan's safe that he steals.

"Big brother, this won't work, I'll be caught." The young man looked at Yan Murong with pleading faces. "If you get caught, they'll shoot me to death - no, I can't go, you might as well beat me, or send me to the police, I'll admit it."

The young man made up his mind that he couldn't say anything and went to Situ's house to steal anything. Usually it's just a pickpocket, even if you are caught, you can take out a knife and threaten it, but if you want to go to Situ's house to steal something, it's a fatal job.

Have you ever asked a pancake seller to make a Manchu full feast? I haven't seen it.

Similarly, Yan Murong asked a thief to pry into Situ Fan's safe, which was no different from stealing the National Museum.

Therefore, the young man would rather go to the police station to squat than agree to Yan Murong. It's true that he has a criminal record, but even if he has a criminal record, he will be sentenced to three or five years - at least it can be. If he went to steal Situ's house and was known, it would be really a worrying life.

"Okay, you like to go in and squat, don't you?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "I can say hi and try to keep you in there a little longer—how about that?" Would you rather stay for twenty or thirty years? Or it's okay for the rest of my life, I still have this bit of energy. ”

"I—" The young man's face suddenly turned unusually ugly.

Yes, can the identity of the person who dares to go to Situ's house to steal things be ordinary? I have no power, no power and no money, and when people say something, I really became the first unlucky person to be sentenced to life imprisonment for stealing.

"I—"

"What are you?" Yan Murong interrupted the young man's words and said. "These few on the ground can't die, and they'll be fine in a while, so don't you have a helper?"

The young man pondered for a long time, and found that he couldn't run away at all, so he asked with an aggrieved face. "And if I get something, where will I find you?"

"I'll go find you." Yan Murong said. He doesn't give his contact information.

"Okay then." The young man said with a bitter face, and after speaking, he picked up his companions on the ground, and then helped each other out of the alley.