Mao Eighteen shouted innocently, the boss lady.

No one answered, and the door slammed shut in the wind.

Mao Eighteen walked forward, the yard was quite tidy, and there was no trace of a fight.

Mao Shibai should have thought of such an ending, but he didn't want to believe it, he thought that maybe the proprietress had gone to the neighbor's house to chat.

Mao Eighteen hung the door for a long time, and a person stuck to the glass window to look at him, and asked, who are you looking for.

Mao 18 asked, is the proprietress next door here?

It was as if the man had seen something terrible and said, "I don't know, I don't know."

With a bang, the curtains were closed, and the light pink curtains separated Mao 18 from the person in the room.

The way up the mountain was something he knew very well, because he had walked with the bearded man the day before yesterday.

In the black house, Mao Eighteen didn't see the beard, the red face, or the mouse. He didn't see all the familiar faces.

A qiē is a new, brand-new face.

Someone in the white house came over and scolded, what the fuck are you doing, do you want to die.

Mao 18 didn't speak, a fist slammed into the man's face, and when he watched the man fall, Mao 18's car roared out of here.

Mao Eighteen's tears flowed silently, and he felt that his heart really hurt, so painful.

These people died because of themselves, and the bearded man also said that he would quit at the end of this year, go home, and live with his wife in his arms.

If the murderer is himself, he is the one who broke their dreams, they could have lived a life without fighting with the world, but now they are all asleep.

The Bodhi Temple has been shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the old monk is still sweeping the dusty bluestone path without looking up.

The arrival of Mao 18 did not surprise the old monk.

A clean meditation room, a simple bamboo bed, and a string of prayer beads of stars and moon Bodhi quietly accompanied Mao Eighteen's chaotic thoughts.

Maybe it was wrong in the first place, maybe it shouldn't have started.

Everyone is gone, and it is they who have sent those people away, all because of themselves.

Director Huang has come, and he is still in Zhao Shiqing's dynasty.

Needless to say, how delicate the tableware is, just by looking at the pale cyan glaze on it, you can know that it must be a good thing with ingenuity.

It stands to reason that this kind of charm should be used by virtuous people, but they bear witness to this most unbearable side in this red world.

Director Huang's hand was recklessly placed on the smooth thigh of Director He's wife, but Director He didn't seem to see it.

Mayor Dong toasted Director Huang and said, the old leader is really hand-eyed, if it weren't for the old leader to come to the rescue, I'm afraid we would be finished.

Director Huang smiled and said, I like people who are grateful, and I prefer people who know how to be grateful.

Zhao Shiqing pushed a bank card in front of Director Huang and said, "Honor you."

Director He may have drunk too much, but he knew that he was not drunk and sober.

Director He said that my resignation letter had been placed on the desk and I was leaving.

Mayor Dong was surprised, but Zhao Shiqing didn't understand.

Director Huang said, whatever you want, there are multiple choices in life, just think about it.

After Director He came out of the Dynasty Hotel, he went directly to the airport.

When the plane took off, Director He's heart was empty.

After so many years of hard work and struggle, in the end it was just a cold Swiss bank card in his hand.

Looking at the lights of the city below, Director He not only shed tears.

After Director He left, his wife sat next to Director Huang and felt sad, after all, she had been a husband and wife for many years.

Director Huang said, baby, what, I can't bear it.

The woman pushed Director Huang and said, necrotic.

Director Huang was in a hurry and the woman Yunwu Wushan, so he left after a while, and there were only a few people left on the table, including Mayor Dong, Zhao Shiqing, and Bai Wanli.

Mayor Dong said, fuck, Mao Eighteen, that kid really fucking has two fucking hits, I can't see it.

Zhao Shiqing smiled and said, this person can't be used by me, I don't want him to live in the world.

It's just a pity, because I know that if he decides who to follow, he will be able to keep any secrets.

Zhao Shiqing looked at Bai Wanli when he spoke, and Bai Wanli bowed his head a little embarrassed, because he knew that Zhao Shiqing was talking about him.

The sixth son was not worried about Mao Eighteen, so he went to Mao Eighteen's house at night and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

The other door came out, saying, "The man has long gone."

The sixth son asked where he had gone. Say to the door I don't know.

The sixth son called the others, and everyone said that they didn't see Mao Eighteen.

The sixth son drove home and felt uncomfortable. The heart said, the eldest brother is in trouble, and no one will fucking come forward, so it can be seen that this person can't be recognized as a brother, and they are all fucking shit.

When he got home, Liuzi was stunned because there were many cars parked at the door.

Huzi, Xiaoqing, Zhang Li, they all came over.

Liuzi laughed, and Huzi said, you laugh at a fart, and the eldest brother is lost.

The sixth son said, I am happy for the eldest brother, and you have not stood idly by.

Xiaoqing said, you are the most fucking calf.

Liuzi glanced at Xiaoqing and said, what do you mean.

Xiaoqing said, what else can you mean, that is, you feel good about yourself, in fact, our relationship with the eldest brother is no worse than yours.

Liuzi said, okay, then what now.

Xiaoqing said, you didn't call Long Yi and ask if the eldest brother was there.

Liuzi said, I have nothing to do with a small character like Long Yi, where do I have his phone.

Xiao Rong said, I'll ask.

Xiao Rong called Long Yi and asked if Mao Shibai was sorry to be with him.

Long Yi said no, what's wrong, what's wrong, don't use me.

Xiao Rong said, no need, it's okay.

Xiao Rong hung up the phone, and the sixth son complained about Xiao Rong and said, why don't you let Long Yi help find it. He has a lot of men under him.

Xiao Rong said, forget it, he is also worried these days, I heard that tomorrow is the day of the infrastructure bidding in the Huaihuawan Development Zone, and it is estimated that Long Yi is busy.

Huzi sighed and said, then what to do next.

Xiaoqing said, let's do it, let's look for it like the eldest brother did when he looked for Hong Mei'er, and we will definitely be able to find him.

The sixth son said, okay, let's agree on a time, if we can't find it at four o'clock, we will meet here.

Everyone nodded and scattered to find Mao Eighteen.

At four o'clock, everyone found nothing, and returned to Liuzi's house with a tired face.

Xiao Rong suddenly slapped his thigh and said, we still haven't found a place, and that is Tian Lili.

Huzi said, yes, you are still smart, why didn't you think about it.

Bodhi Temple, the mountain gate has been opened, and the melodious bell comes from inside.

Mao Eighteen sat on the steps, and the sunlight painted a layer of gold on his body.

The old monk was still sweeping the fallen leaves on the bluestone slab, and I don't know why, so many leaves fell overnight. It's like Mao Eighteen lost most of his hair overnight.

In front of the mountain gate, two people came, a man and a woman. The steps are light, like leaves fluttering in the wind.