One hundred and twenty-three... Mr. Gu slapped his face online

In order to ensure the distance from its owner, it had to circle around the neighborhood.

In this circle, the people in front of the nightclub looked at it!

"Rambo!"

"That's more than five hundred."

"Friend, look clearly, what is that model."

", bat!? Whose? ”

"Let's circle it, the one from the Su family?"

"Su Shao? No, I just met him. ”

"I'm talking about the helmsman of the Su clan, Su Shi."

Rumble!

Another thud slashed.

The mindset has led some people to stereotype.

No one would think that this bat would be a down-and-out teenager, even Gu Jie didn't think about it that way, and was about to take the boy home.

As soon as I got out of the red light district, I encountered another accident.

"Boy, I see where you're going!"

A group of black-clad bodyguards is menacing.

Because of what, obviously.

Gu Jie raised his eyes, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

When the uncle over there fried skewers saw this, his first reaction was to protect the stall and leave!

He's been here for a long time, and he knows when something is going to happen!

This group of people must have come from the nightclub.

Those who can spend over there are either rich or expensive, and they can't afford to mess with them at all!

Looks like it's for the high school student.

How can people look white and tender, and they shouldn't be provoked!

The black-clothed bodyguard had the lesson just now, and this time he had an electric baton in his hand, and his eyes were red, so he was about to start fighting.

Seeing this, Gu Jie pushed the young man to the tricycle: "Go to your cousin's for a while."

Kushika Boss: ...... Uncle Cousin? Who?

Before he could react, the boy pressed his shoulder to go.

Uncle fried skewers opened his mouth wide, didn't he?!

"I'm your ......"

The young man interrupted him: "Uncle Cousin, I don't have my mobile phone with me, so I need to use yours." ”

The boss of the fried skewers has a question mark on his face!?

The young man lowered his voice: "Three hundred, acting."

The boss of the fried skewers was anxious, and his breath was a little unstable, but his voice was also exquisite: "My tricycle is worth three hundred, and if you fight, you won't have any goods!" ”

"Two hundred." The young man's tone was slow: "Uncle, I'll press you, you can't leave." ”

Kushika Boss: ...... Why should I bargain!

"Three hundred." The people who came out of the red light district naturally had the way to survive in the red light district, and instantly supported the small iron plate: "Discuss, add a hundred, let's hide together, how about it?" ”

The boy thought to himself, I need to hide?

I heard the boss of the fried skewers say, "Your sister is watching." ”

For the sake of the character, the teenager squatted.

The boss of the fried skewers came over: "Are you afraid of your sister, the price will be renegotiated?" ”

He thought that this cold little face had no weaknesses.

The young man looked sideways, and his face was clear: "Uncle, do you know why this group of people are chasing after you?" ”

"You know, isn't this coming at you?" The skewer boss is shrewd.

The young man's voice was slow: "I can tell you the details."

"You said, as long as you can negotiate the price, you can do anything." The fried skewer boss laughed with a mouthful of big white teeth.

The young man's thin lips hooked: "I kicked their young master's ribs off, kick." ”

The skewer boss's smile began to froze.

The young man continued, slowly: "I'm a person, when the price can't be negotiated, I want to do it, after all, it saves trouble, what do you say, uncle?" ”

"Three hundred! Look at me! Isn't this your cousin? The boss of the fried skewers shrank his hand: "Between our relatives, what kind of money to talk about, how much it hurts feelings!" ”