It was like the first time I saw a book squatting under a street lamp in the middle of the night in the snow on a weekend.

Qi Baobao subconsciously covered his mouth hard, forcing himself not to scream, a pair of big eyes widened, staring at the weekend's back without blinking, dumbfounded.

On the weekend, his body is on the thin side, and his body habitually leans forward slightly when he wears clothes, like a cobra shaking his head, giving people a feeling of sickness, but in fact, his back is straight, like a rainbow bridge across the sky and the earth, and the atmosphere is surging.

The bruises on the back were bruised and purple, just like the mottled rust of the firewood knife in the kitchen, the big one was as thick as the mouth of the bowl, the blunt wound was as thin as the fingertip, and the sharp weapon was wounded, especially the scar that ran through the vest to the waist, like a centipede, which was left after the surgical sewing.

In Qi Baobao's impression, he has been working at the baby travel agency for almost a year on weekends, and he has done his duty and steadfastly, and it can even be said that he is unprofitable and cannot afford to be early. He never takes the initiative to stir up trouble on weekends, every time a guest makes trouble, he hides behind Qi Baobao as the eighth king, unless Qi Baobao is a person who is uneven, but every time Qi Baobao gives money for the weekend, such as this time to level the horse eye, Qi Baobao spent a thousand yuan.

In other words, the new wounds on the back over the weekend were left by the Tiger Head Gang, and there were thirty or forty bruises, so what about the other old wounds, and when was the scalpel that penetrated the back left?

Regardless of the fact that he has lived for almost twenty years on the weekend, he is still a poor bastard so far, and the scar on his back alone is enough to give Qi Baobao a thumbs up.

Qi Baobao believes that a man can have no money, no status, and no woman, but he must have a record. The battle record is not the certificate that the poor scholar puts in the drawer, nor the red sun with the bank card of the nouveau riche, nor the number of women conquered by those second ancestors, she feels that the scars on the weekend are the achievements of men!

Suddenly, Qi Baobao, a female bandit who is not afraid of heaven and earth, has been alone for 26 years, and has the capital to say "no" to any man in the world, her heartstrings seem to be pulled by the old man who likes to hold the red rope, like a small pebble smashed on the mirror lake, stirring up wave after wave of ripples, this strange feeling makes her ears hot.

Without any warning, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and I woke up on the weekend, very abruptly.

Qi Baobao hurriedly turned around and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes in a panic.

"Boss, are you crying?" Just like the big black cat with great powers met a mouse with nothing to hide, the weekend lying on the hospital bed noticed the slight tremor of Qi Baobao's back, and said stiffly.

"Who cried, which dog did you see Lao Tzu crying?" How could Qi Baobao, who was caught and appearing, be defeated so easily, she stomped on the high heels on her feet and turned to look at the weekend, with a murderous look, blatant like a tigress, but unfortunately, the image that was originally quite majestic was destroyed by the few tears on her face that she forgot to wipe clean and her big red and swollen eyes.

He flattened his mouth on the weekend, and used that tried and tested lore to respond to all changes, he tilted his head, his eyes were boneless, and occasionally took advantage of Qi Baobao's inattention to sneak a glance at Qi Baobao's graceful body, but he didn't speak.

Qi Baobao, who had accumulated enough strength, planned to have a good quarrel with the weekend, in order to vent the messy thoughts in her heart, but as soon as she saw the seemingly wooden and honest appearance of the weekend, but the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, she immediately became stunned, especially when she noticed that the weekend's eyeballs sneaked down on her white thighs, a heart even had a feeling of prostration.

"What do you see, I've never seen Lao Tzu wear such a sexy outfit?" When Qi Baobao is weak-hearted, he will always use anger to cover up, although he is suspected of wanting to cover up, but he is still happy to do it.

Can it not be sexy? When did Qi Baobao wear a short skirt, and it was the kind that couldn't even cover his knees, a pair of slender beautiful legs just fell naked in the eyes of the weekend, bare ski-white, exuding a faint seductive light, and with that pair of high-heeled crystal sandals, I forgot to blink my eyes on the weekend.

didn't speak on the weekend, just nodded desperately in recognition of Qi Baobao's sexy dress.

"I hate it!" Seeing that the weekend nodded very seriously, Qi Baobao was unprecedentedly coquettish, and glanced at the weekend lightly and angrily, the willow waist shook slightly, and she said coquettishly, "How can there be such a blatant peek at other girls' girls as you are?" ”

"Uh......" I almost didn't mention the breath I held over the weekend, is this Qi baby still Qi baby? He hurriedly turned his back to Qi Baobao, and said with a look in his eyes, "Boss, I mean that carrot printed on your skirt is beautiful!" ”

Hearing this, Qi Baobao was stunned for a while, buried her head, and found that the skirt was not a rabbit with a carrot, for a while, she even had the idea of killing the weekend, and while her forehead was covered with black lines, she couldn't help but murmur to herself: "This carrot can be better than my legs?" ”

Originally, he planned to lie in the hospital for a while on the weekend, no matter how he said it, this was also a work injury, Qi Baobao should be reimbursed in full for the medical expenses, and Qi Baobao could not deduct the salary during the sick leave, but when he knew that the medical expenses were only paid by Qi Baobao in advance and had to be deducted from the salary when the salary was paid, he was anxious.

"Ao, you have to get a thousand yuan a night, right?" Before waiting for the potion to run out, he clamored to be discharged from the hospital on the weekend, and he was almost outrageously stingy about money, and would rather live ten years less than spend a penny. Qi Baobao finally ran out of options, and it was useless to promise to reimburse the medical expenses for work-related injuries, because she was afraid that she would ignore the morality of the rivers and lakes on the weekend.

Therefore, in the middle of the night, he was discharged from the hospital on the weekend, and he walked with a limp, which made Qi Baobao worry directly, and finally even went to help the weekend under the banner of helpfulness.

The appearance of the bald man's horse eye is very urgent, according to the inference of the weekend, even if he wants to take revenge on himself, he should also cure the broken leg, however, the weekend guessed wrong, the other party waited for half a night downstairs in the baby travel agency, and when he got out of the taxi with Qi Baobao on the weekend, he happened to see the horse eye.