The eyes are facing each other.

Concubine Zhao Long, who was dressed in a black gauze dress, clearly flashed a trace of crampedness in her eyes, she originally planned to sneak away as soon as possible, she didn't feel it after drinking last night, but now that she thinks about it, it's too embarrassing, but fate is so strange, she didn't want to meet the weekend, but she still met it.

The tall Concubine Zhao Long stood behind the black door, only half of her body was exposed, like a little black cat squatting at the door in an old house.

She held the door with one hand, maintaining the posture of opening the door, and with the other hand, when she looked at the weekend, she subconsciously stroked the tips of the hair in front of her forehead, and a pair of big flickering eyes took the opportunity to hang down, avoiding the weekend.

Concubine Zhao Long is actually quite resentful of the weekend, and everyone has already shown such a shameful act, and that kid is still staring at people.

You say you can look at it, what's going on with your eyes always glancing at people's chests?

Realizing that her forbearance did not make the weekend of riding a broken bicycle converge, Concubine Zhao Long simply threw the long hair on her shoulders behind her very flamboyantly, resumed her usual style, and glared tepidly at the weekend.

Sure enough, when he saw the other party glaring at him with disgust, he hurriedly looked away, his throat squirmed slightly, and he said a little crampedly: "Our baby travel agency sleeps for eighty yuan a night, you sleep in the basement, just give me fifty, thank you!" ”

"Flutter ......" Concubine Zhao Long smiled, the kind that laughed unscrupulously.

In the end, Concubine Zhao Long didn't give a penny to the weekend, not because she didn't want to give it, but because when she came out of the bar last night, she left her bag behind. She threw a white slip with her name and phone number written on it, saying that if there was anything that could not be overcome, she could call her. Even she didn't know why she was leaving a phone call for this person who didn't know his name yet, was it really just because of the fifty yuan?

Although I don't believe Concubine Zhao Long on the weekend, I can't search people's bodies, right? What's more, Concubine Zhao Long wrote a wonderful pen handwriting, and I felt that someone who could write such a good hand would not really rely on him for fifty yuan.

didn't say goodbye, took the note, politely nodded to Concubine Zhao Long on the weekend, stepped on a bicycle, and went to the vegetable market like a gust of wind.

"What a little boy without gentlemanly demeanor, and he doesn't ask me where I'm going, give me a ride!" Seeing the figure of the weekend disappear around the corner, Concubine Zhao Long stomped her feet.

Life is not a martial arts drama, there are not so many ups and downs of life and death, nor is it a love drama, it will not be easy to appear before and after the moon, life itself is bland, plain as boiled water, and it tastes tasteless to drink, but if you don't drink it, it is a dead person.

After a week of getting up early and greedy for darkness, the bald man who came out of the hospital reappeared at the baby travel agency.

In the afternoon when the sun sets, the business of the small restaurant is deserted, Qi Baobao sits at the cashier counter with his cheeks and watches the boring bubble drama, looking drowsy, and on the weekend he chops firewood in the kitchen, he wields the firewood knife in his hand, as if dealing with the enemy who killed his father, chopping on the firewood one by one, swaying like rain of sweat.

"Beauty, let's meet again!" The bald man with a white gauze tied to his head still walked like a crab, and he led eight fierce companions into the small restaurant with a swagger.

Bang Dang!

Without dragging mud and water at all, the bald man kicked the dining table in front of him, and asked Qi Baobao viciously: "Say, where is the grandson who put down Lao Tzu a few days ago?" ”

Qi Baobao, who was originally drowsy, only felt that his eardrums were shaken, and he was also scared awake from drowsiness. Noticing that several big men behind the bald man were showing the tiger heads on their shoulders, Qi Baobao's face couldn't help but turn pale, and he almost shouted at the top of his voice: "On the weekend, your relatives came to see you!" As she said this, she shrank under the cash register like a frightened mouse, except that the bald man didn't notice that she was clutching a cell phone tightly in her hand.

Not long after, the weekend came out, and the upper body was still the white school uniform that couldn't be seen by the name of the school, blue and white, which made him look more and more like a student in school.

When the bald man saw the weekend, his eyes were almost bursting with fire, because on the weekend, he made a fool of himself in front of his younger brother, and the thing in front of him was almost broken by the weekend's knee.

"I'll give you two ways, either kneel down and kowtow to Lao Tzu a hundred times, or let Lao Tzu break your third leg with his own hands!" The bald man forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said bluntly.

"Is there a third way?" Weekend stood quietly at the kitchen door, staring tepidly at the bald man, his face was not shocked, and he was calm when he spoke, as if the bastards standing opposite him with tiger heads on their shoulders were air.

"The third way?" The bald man was really surprised, not to mention his calm and calm courage on the weekend, just his eyes that couldn't see the slightest change made the bald man taboo.

The bald man really couldn't figure out what kind of experience it would take for this kid to practice a chilling composure, but one thing was for sure, if he was allowed to grow up on the weekend, the bald man would never have good fruit to eat.

took the steel rod handed by his companion behind him, thicker than his thumb, and checked it, it felt good, and it could make people's brains bloom with a stick. The bald man raised his feet and walked towards the weekend step by step: "There is no third way!" ”