Mo Ran was lying on the bed next to the detention room, looking loveless, this sloppy old man really talked a lot! Who said that it was lonely in prison, this is even more lively than in the vegetable market, although there are only two people here.

The old man who was clasping his feet on the side didn't pay any attention to Mo Ran's feelings, and was still chattering to himself: "I said Mo boy, why don't you speak, do you have a conscience, uncle, I finally waited for someone to accompany me, this wine is all drunk, and you haven't even jumped out of a few farts." Now the little young, it's okay to pretend to be cold, you are not a beauty, if there is a beauty, I am willing to talk uncle, so it can be pleasing to the eye. ”

The old man was nagging to himself, and seeing that Mo Ran still didn't speak, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly asked, "I said Mo boy, why did you come in?" ”

"Kill!" Mo Ran replied coldly, saying that Mo Ran really wants to kill people now!

"Damn, awesome, boy, I can't see that he's a ruthless person, uncle, I like it. Let me think about it, is it love killing? Yes, it must be a love killing, is it that your wife ran away with someone else? Hey, no, at your age, you shouldn't have a wife, that's your girlfriend cuckolding you? Well, it must be so. The sloppy old man jumped up excitedly, looking determined.

Mo Ran looked at the old man with a sad and angry face: "Your wife cuckolded you!" I don't have a girlfriend yet! You curse me less. ”

The old man looked at Mo Ran with pity, and said: "It's a pity that this good skin came in before it tasted it, killing people pays for your life, you, I don't think you will have a chance in this life, hehe." ”

Mo Ran's long-term current transformation, his body has become a lot stronger, and his height has also risen a lot, he can be regarded as a handsome little student, so the old man sighed again and again, expressing pity, but no matter how Mo Ran listened, he felt that this was gloating for the old disrespectful guy.

"No, your kid is going to be finished, give me back the book, I have to find another successor, give it back to me quickly." As he spoke, the old man ran over and pulled Mo Ran's clothes, eager to strip Mo Ran naked.

Mo Ran hurriedly took out the general outline of the national art from his arms, threw it to the old man and said: "Who is rare about your thing, take it away, I haven't seen you as a person, I just gave it away, I am going to come back, I want to be shameless." ”

The old man didn't care, and said: "What do you know, I'm a baby, you have eyes and don't know gold and jade, what's the use of leaving this thing for you, a dead man." ”

As he spoke, the old man shook his head disdainfully.

Mo Ran ignored the old man directly, sat on the bed and sensed his own current, wanting to explore if there was anything new.

The old man was not bored with himself, he sat in the corner and buckled his feet, and from time to time put it on his nose to smell it.

After about fifteen minutes, a prison guard came, the prison guard Mo Ran knew, it was one of the police officers arranged by Wu Hairong, it seems that Wu Hairong privately instructed this policeman to take care of Mo Ran as a prison guard, Mo Ran looked at the nameplate on his police uniform, Song Qingke.

Officer Song first brought over two steamed buns, a bowl of side dishes and a bottle of water, called out to the old man, gave the dinner to the old man, and then said to Mo Ran: "Mo Ran, you can rest here with peace of mind, I will bring you your dinner later, don't worry, let me take care of you." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Ran to reply, he turned around and left.

The old man on the side didn't care about this, and began to gobble up after getting dinner, and teased Mo Ran: "Boy, be hungry, hehe, this steamed bun, tsk, white and big, this small dish, tender and delicious, haha, uncle, I started eating, I envy you to death, haha." ”

Mo Ran looked at the old guy's behavior and said with a smile: "Uncle, eat slowly, don't choke to death, haha." ”

The old man was really choked by Mo Ran's words, so he hurriedly picked up the water and took a sip, took a breath, glared at Mo Ran, and made Mo Ran laugh and feel comfortable.

The old man had just eaten a steamed bun, and when he was about to tease Mo Ran again, he suddenly buzzed his nose and smelled the fragrance of rice, the fragrance was very strong, even Mo Ran, who was sitting on the bed, smelled it, sat up, his stomach sounded, but he was really aroused by his appetite.

The two craned their necks to look out, and it turned out to be Officer Song holding a dinner plate, on which were a night's full of rice, a bowl of braised pork, a roast chicken thigh, a small pot of sauerkraut fish and a small plate of vegetarian dishes.

Officer Song walked straight to Mo Ran's outdoor with a dinner plate, someone opened the cell door on the side, Officer Song personally delivered the meal into Mo Ran's house, and said to Mo Ran with a smile: "Hungry, this is your dinner, eat quickly, I won't bother." He walked out.

After Officer Song left, Mo Ran and the old man in the cell looked at each other, and suddenly Mo Ran laughed: "Old man, eat your steamed buns, it's white and big, haha." ”

The old man's face was flushed, thinking of how good he was to brag to Mo Ran during the day about his status here, he felt hot on his face, and then the old man's eyes widened, and he threw the steamed bun in his hand to the ground, and suddenly ran to the direction of the prison door, and slapped his palm on the steel pipe of the prison rice.

Mo Ran, who was about to eat, felt a shock on his body, like an earthquake, and heard the roar of the old man in his ears: "Grandma's little cubs, bully my old man, do you have to kill me to give me good food." Outside the door, when the old prison guard felt the old man's action of slapping the steel pipe, he covered his ears early and muttered, "This old guy has started tossing again." ”

This roar almost stunned Mo Ran, and the sauerkraut fish soup was scattered on the table. Mo Ran couldn't help but be shocked, looked up at the old man, his eyes shrank, and he saw that the steel pipe that the old man was beating had been bent, and the old man's hair was bursting, and the power was very compelling.

Mo Ran opened his mouth wide and muttered, "I'll go, this old guy is really a big master!" ”

The data is so pitiful, the first time I wrote, I saw the hope of a clumsy work to collect it, Fengxue will insist on updating, kneel and thank!