Liuzi looked at Mao Eighteen in a daze and said, Big brother, what do you want.

Mao 18 jumped out of Long Yi's matter and said casually, nothing.

Huzi and everyone were still talking about Long Yi's wrongness, Mao Shibai said, okay, don't talk about it, don't talk about people.

Huzi said, big brother, you are so funny, are you studying Buddhism?

Everyone laughed at what he said.

Mao Shibai sighed and said, they all talk about brotherhood, but how many people can never leave like Taoyuan Sanjieyi.

Huzi said, big brother, don't worry, I, Huzi, have decided that you are my eldest brother in my life, not to say that I live and die together, but I must never give up.

Xiaoqing also stood up and said, big brother, although we haven't known each other for a long time, it's not a short time, it's almost a year, you know in your heart what kind of people the brothers are, and the brothers will follow you in the future.

Only the sixth son didn't speak, but Mao Eighteen knew that what he said was not necessarily true, and not saying one did not necessarily mean that there was none.

How many mountain alliances and sea oaths are empty in the end, perhaps it is in response to the words of Buddhism, everything has cause and effect, the fate of the responsibility is gathered, the fate is scattered, it cannot be avoided, thousands of miles to build a long pavilion, there is no banquet that is not dispersed, as long as you cherish it when you are together.

Mao 18 began to drink in a relaxed mood, staggering, and everyone was a little drunk for a while.

The snow outside had melted, and although it was already winter, the weather was not cold, and the sun was still above zero during the day.

When the wine was gone, Mao 18 returned home, and he was alone again.

Mao Shibai was used to this feeling, threw his coat on the sofa, soaked in a stream of Tieguanyin, and quietly leaned in the corner in a daze.

The mobile phone rang, Mao Shibai didn't look at it, and fed it drunkenly.

Eighteen, where are you. It's Qingyun's voice.

Mao Eighteen sat up all of a sudden, half awake from the wine.

Why did Qingyun call him again, was he really inseparable from himself or did it on purpose.

Mao 18 calmed down and said, Oh, sister-in-law, I'm at home.

Qingyun said, can you come and accompany me? The voice was low and full of temptation.

Mao Shibai felt a wave of anger rising in his chest, and he suddenly remembered the scene where Pan Jinlian seduced Wu Song.

Mao Shibai said coldly, sister-in-law, I'm not the kind of person who is indiscriminate, I don't want to talk about yesterday's things, please respect yourself. After speaking, Mao Eighteen hung up the phone.

Mao 18 looked at the phone in a daze, he was wondering what was going on with this matter.

Is Qingyun really thinking about himself, or is Long Yi deliberately setting up a game to let him drill in the pocket of the Eighteen Kings of Mao.

Mao 18 remembered the conversation that Huzi overheard again, Qingyun said that he couldn't let Mao 18 be in the company anymore, could it be that they wanted to let themselves go and play a scene, so that they could take the initiative to quit.

But Long Yi is the eldest brother, a figure who stands up to the sky and the earth on the rivers and lakes, how can he give up his wife, this is a bit too illogical.

Just thinking about it, Mao Eighteen's mobile phone thought again, it was WeChat.

It was a voice sent by Qingyun.

Mao opened at eighteen o'clock and heard Qingyun say.

Eighteen, do you not like your sister-in-law, or are you worried about something, are you afraid of Long Yi, or are you condemned by your conscience, I don't believe you don't like me, who put your arms around me last night and sweated, who kept kissing my body......

Mao 18 closed his eyes in pain, and he couldn't turn back after making a mistake.

It seems that Long Yi really can't stay anywhere, in this case, Long Yi will know sooner or later, but it's not that he is afraid of Long Yi, he doesn't think about whether Long Yi has other thoughts about himself now, just if this matter is spread, not only will it be bad for him, but Long Yi will also become a laughing stock in the rivers and lakes. Qingyun couldn't raise his head, and the only solution was to leave the Tianlong Group by himself.

Mao 18 sighed, it's winter, and he will be twenty-nine years old after the New Year, and he still hasn't achieved anything, when will his bumpy life end.

The WeChat bell rang again, and Mao Eighteen thought it was Qingyun, but when he looked closely, it was Tian Lili's message.

Tian Lili said, brother, what are you doing, it's so cold, I really want to hide in your arms and not come out.

Mao 18 took a sip of water, the tea was a little cold, and the faint bitterness passed through the tip of the tongue and flowed into the stomach.

Mao Eighteen thought about it for a long time, and said on his mobile phone, I am a person who is not worth missing you. Then it was sent over.

Mao 18 didn't know why he said this, and his heart was in a mess. Then I turned off my phone.

Mao 18 lay on the cold bed, and after a while, he fell into a dream.

Mao Eighteen was in a trance and felt that they were open, and a woman came in, who it was Mao Eighteen couldn't see clearly, it seemed to be Tian Lili, or it could be a red girl, and she wanted to be Qingyun more.

dragged a long red skirt, flowing as if it was a fairy in the sky.

Mao 18 felt that he was kissing his body little by little, igniting the fire in his heart little by little.

Just after some intense intimacy, Mao 18 saw a grinning face, it was Qingyun lying on his body, and said. Eighteen, you can't escape, you are mine.

Mao Shibai pushed hard, but what his hand touched was Qingyun's smooth skin and her hot red lips.

Just when the two of them were in the rain, the door was kicked open, and Long Yi walked in angrily, and there was a nerd behind him.

Mao Eighteen and Qingyun's bodies were presented in front of everyone in this way. Mao Shibai really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Ryuichi took out a delicate pistol from his pocket, he couldn't tell what it was, the bullet passed through Qingyun's body and also through his body, blood gushed out, and red flowers bloomed on the snow-white sheets.

Mao 18 shouted with all his strength, no, no, I can't die.

The sky is already bright, the sun has risen high, and the sunlight is sprinkled in the room, which makes people feel very warm.

Mao Shibai opened his eyes, his whole body was covered with sweat, and the quilt was wet.

A dream, it turned out to be a dream, Mao Shibai touched the sweat on his face and let out a long breath.

The lower body felt slimy, Mao Eighteen got into the bathroom, the water temperature was just right, looking at himself in the mirror, Mao Eighteen closed his eyes.

When he came out of the bathroom, Mao Eighteen's hair hadn't dried yet, but he felt more energetic.

I don't feel hungry, I don't know why, since the red sister is gone, Mao Shibai rarely eats breakfast, and he doesn't know what he wants to eat alone, and the taste is the same as chewing wax.

Mao 18 changed his clothes, came down from upstairs, drove, and went to Tianlong Group, Mao 18 had already made up his mind, he must resign today, and he couldn't stay any longer.