Chapter 66: How Much Sorrow Can You Have (2)
Wu Xiaoyu didn't care what kind of eyes the three of them shot on the bed, what kind of expressions they had, and what kind of body reactions they had. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info He just stood at the table, and with a serious concentration that made the three of them creep, mimicking the tone of the voices of the three people, he called the three fathers or mothers one by one. ---- with the help of 1A7489, adjusting the tone of pronunciation is just a small problem of consuming a little energy and temporarily changing the position of a few muscles.
The content of the call is naturally the same: tonight, I will get on the train and go down to Pearl City with two friends to work.
Ending the last call, Wu Xiaoyu put down the phone, walked to the side of the bed and stretched out a hand, easily lifting Dongzi, who had fallen to the ground and should have been at the train station in his parents' hearts.
Are you going to get started? Brother Huang didn't know what to start, he tried to open his mouth that was sealed with duct tape, only to hear his own wheezing sound getting heavier and faster.
Nothing terrible happened next.
Wu Xiaoyu only untied the rope that bound Dongzi and took off Dongzi's coat and pants. Of course, in the middle of the two things, there were two slightly more intense movements: when the rope was just halfway untied, Dongzi made an unimaginable pounce action, and then he was slapped by Wu Xiaoyu again with unimaginable force, and he was directly thrown flat and flew up.
Then, Wu Xiaoyu loosened the rope for Brother Huang and Pumpkin, let the two of them take a little breath and adjust their postures, then tied them up again, turned off the computer, and walked out of the room with Dongzi's coat and pants.
He's going to wear Toko's clothes to buy a ticket! In an extreme environment that he has never experienced, Brother Huang's head is unprecedentedly sober and flexible.
However, there is one thing that I can't figure out if I put Einstein's head on him: it is obviously impossible to take revenge for the little things in the afternoon to deal with the three of us little people. What exactly are we doing wrong?
Ignorance is the root of fear.
Time passed slowly, there were no clocks, no telephones, and no one to speak. The surroundings were quiet, and in the ears, there was only the sound of each other's breathing.
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I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, the doorbell rang.
Who is arguing with Lao Tzu to sleep? Brother Huang wanted to get up, but he couldn't move, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth.
He immediately remembered his situation, and a little vague sleepiness disappeared in an instant.
Then, he heard the mechanical sound of the door lock turning, and also heard a woman's voice: "Boss, have breakfast." ā
The answer to this sentence was naturally a voice that Brother Huang would never forget for the rest of his life: "Okay, please wait a little." ā
"It's okay, you can take your time."
"Yes."
Breakfast? Is it morning? Boss? Is that guy really the boss of the road? What exactly do they want to do? A few short sentences of answers outside the door made all kinds of thoughts spread all over Brother Huang's head. He quickly tensed his body, did not dare to move, held his breath and continued to listen intently, for fear of missing a word.
It's a pity that as soon as he made this gesture, the two people outside the door stopped talking, and the conversation ended here.
In Brother Huang's opinion, a long time has passed, and a faint tune hummed by a woman resounded outside, accompanied by a sound of a sigh of soo, and occasionally a few sounds of wooden products hitting the floor.
What's going on? Brother Huang furrowed his brows in thought, the voice in his ears was quite familiar, he must have heard it countless times before, but he couldn't remember it in his mind.
As he pondered, the familiar sound came from a variety of apparently different locations, and slowly, it came to the outside of the room he was in.
At this time, Brother Huang's heart had already risen to his throat, and it was at this moment that all kinds of voices stopped abruptly.
What's wrong with it? Just when this question just rose in Brother Huang's heart, the door suddenly shook a few times, making a few "Gegege" sounds.
The woman is shaking the door! She didn't know the door was closed! Although these movements were small, to Brother Huang, who was about three meters away from the door, it sounded like thunder and thunder, and the ground cracked. Suddenly, Brother Huang's heart throbbed, and he couldn't tell whether he was more surprised or more happy, but he almost jumped. ----If he hadn't just woken up, weak, and didn't have those ropes on him.
After shaking it a few times without response, the woman said, "Boss, why did you close the bedroom door today?" Don't want me to clean it up for you? ā
It was the sound of sweeping the floor.
What the does it sound like!
From this sentence, Brother Huang heard that the two people outside the door were not in a group. He quickly took a deep breath and struggled with all his strength to make a noise to attract the attention of the woman outside the door.
Hey? Why can't you move? ā¦ā¦ What's going on? Why can't you make it hard? ā¦ā¦ , what did that brute do?
Brother Huang was furious and found that the struggle that he could barely complete last time was extremely difficult at this moment.
Whenever he gathered his strength and wanted to beat, the important joints of his waist or knees or head or some other part happened to be firmly stuck by the rope, and he could not exert any strength.
No matter what way he took, no matter which direction he strove in, his struggle could only make the bed tremble slightly, and the little sound he made could hardly be heard by himself.
It was only at this time that Brother Huang understood that Wu Xiaoyu's few simple actions before going out were not to loosen the rope for them at all, but to re-tie them more firmly.
At that time, Wu Xiaoyu's actions did seem quite simple, but in fact, if they were really replaced by other "professionals", it would definitely take several times longer.
The few subtle adjustments to the rope came from Wu Xiaoyu's painful torture for more than a month, and from his deep understanding of the force on the joints of mammals.
Brother Huang didn't know this, he just thought that his head hurt: he could learn to speak three people vividly; You can tie people up to this point with ropes; The miscellaneous teacher outside the door, is it a computer or a special forces? What exactly does this kind of person want to do to us?
Just a few seconds later, Brother Huang stopped again exhausted. At this moment, he felt a slight tremor on the left and right sides of the bed, from the position of Dongzi and Pumpkin, which was almost imperceptible.
At this moment, the three exhausted men on the earth had a rare heart:
him, uncle!
The woman outside the door shook the door a few more times and said, "Boss, it can't be opened, so I won't Saul?" ā
"Yes, thank you. There's a lot of garbage in there, so I'll do it myself. ā
"Hehe, it's actually okay, why are you so polite." The woman's voice and the sound of sweeping the floor gradually left the door, "By the way, boss, when I went upstairs just now, I saw a lot of people carrying things up." I heard Brother Li Hui say that since last night, the seventh floor has been being renovated. Do you know? ā
"Yes, I know. I bought the house. ā
"Huh? You bought it? The woman's voice was raised a little, accompanied by the sound of a broom falling on the floor. After a short while, the woman then asked, "Buy a house!" Boss, have you bought a house? Why not buy the second floor? Do you like to live here to decorate so quickly? ā
"No, it's just for a friend, I still live here."
"Bought it for someone else!" Even through the door, the woman's voice still pierced the eardrums of the three people on the bed, and then the woman outside the door asked in an obvious fake laugh, "I bought it for a friend...... Hehe...... Girlfriend? ā
The kidnapper replied in an unchanging tone: "Of course not, it's a man." ā
"Oh......" The woman's voice fell, and it was much smoother all of a sudden: "That must be Brother Nie Liang." When is he going to live here? ā
"No, it's not Nie Liang. It's a couple of other ...... Pal. Okay, now that we're done with the book, let's go down to dinner, shall we? ā
Then, the woman's gushing questions covered the footsteps of the two, and finally reached Huang Ge's ears with the mechanical sound of the door lock turning.
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Symbolically eating some breakfast, Wu Xiaoyu walked up to the seventh floor. As soon as he walked to the door, more than a dozen people who were busy in the room turned around and greeted, "Boss Wu, got up so early?" ā
"Yes, yes, everybody." Wu Xiaoyu nodded at them, looked around, and knocked on the wall as he went.
The foreman who was following on the side saw Wu Xiaoyu's movements, and hurriedly said, "Boss Wu, you can rest assured, according to your requirements." Whether it is the paint inside or the package outside, the first-class sound insulation materials imported from abroad are selected. ā
At this point, the foreman knocked on the wall, made a dull sound, and said, "You see, we can hardly hear anything from the side, and even more so outside." Not to mention that your friends like to sing, even if they like to dance and play ball, they will definitely not affect the neighbors around them. ā
Then the fights and brawls are probably not heard either. Wu Xiaoyu was very satisfied and said, "Well, I bothered you." ā
"Wherever you are, as long as you're satisfied." The foreman was smiling, this kind of single-family decoration with a fairly small amount of work and a construction period of almost only one day is quite rare. What's more, this Boss Wu, up to now, they have helped purchase more than 300,000 construction materials.
In order to win over another small project on the rooftop of this generous customer, their entire small construction team put all their efforts into making sure that the young boss was completely satisfied with the entire decoration on the seventh floor.
Two hours later, the foreman sent Wu Xiaoyu to the door, shook the small notebook in his hand and said, "Boss Wu, don't worry, we will definitely do our best for you with the request you made just now." ā
He lowered his head, looked at the dense handwriting on the notebook, and said in an emotional tone: "To be honest, after so many years of decoration, it is the first time I have seen so many meticulous and thoughtful requests. I don't know who has such a great blessing to make such a caring friend as Boss Wu. ā
"Of course, that's not a blessing that ordinary people can have." Wu Xiaoyu had a serious look on his face, and then said, "You can move in after the night, right?" ā
"Evening......" The foreman hesitated a little and said, "Evening...... It's better to wait a few days, right? It's not impossible to stay at night, but the smell inside is more unpleasant. ā
"It's fine. Just do it and call it a day in the evening. Wu Xiaoyu turned around, waved his hand and walked down the stairs, and his voice gradually faded away with his footsteps:
"Sometimes, my friends are very casual. I don't think they will mind such a little bit of taste. ā
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