Chapter 20: Did You Kill Him?

Wang Junsheng didn't care if you were impatient or not, whether you were in the hero mound of the gentle township, thinking that this is my duty, the report still has to be reported, so he said simply and clearly.

"What? Warehouse vault, broken into, thieves have been subdued, well done! Well done! I'll come right over, eh, don't call the police just yet! I'll talk about it when I come. ”

Lin Yong, who was still in a state of dreaming like smoke one second, suddenly felt like a slap in the face the next second, and immediately his eyes couldn't help but shine out, and he responded to Wang Junsheng excitedly.

Then he took his pants in one hand and pulled his shirt in the other, and he was so busy that he almost put his wife's lace panties on his body.

With a slight smile on his face, he thought that a woman's underwear was exquisite, soft and smooth, and it felt so good.

Is it any wonder that I think about women's underwear all day long except for eating? It turns out that it's not all my fault, it's also responsible.

After Wang Junsheng finished the report, after hanging up the phone, he wanted to wake up the two old fritters first.

Walking up to them, Wang Junsheng bent over and squatted down.

He stretched out his hand and shook their heads, but nothing happened, they were like two pigs, as if they were asleep in a sweet dream.

Could it be that the two of them didn't rest during the day, and at this time they simply fell asleep while they were stunned?

Wang Junsheng frowned slightly, sighed, and muttered in his heart: "How can this be true, Lao Tzu is enduring pain in his body and resisting the enemy tenaciously, you two old fritters are taking the opportunity to sleep and dream!" ”。

Then he stretched out a pair of big slaps, on each side of their faces, with a "snap", and the two slaps made a sound at the same time.

Not to mention, it really works, the two old fritters were busy touching their faces with both hands, and then opened a pair of dim eyes, frowning, revealing a look of great pain.

Obviously, the residual pain of the two heads just now has not dissipated, and it seems that they have been misunderstood.

Depending on the situation, they are not in a dream, or they may be trapped in a nightmare thinking that the end of the world is coming.

Otherwise, they wouldn't wake up with such a frightened and painful look.

But when they got up, they saw that the thief was subdued, and their eyes widened like a hungry dog encountering—and they were astonished.

They all looked at Wang Junsheng, who was in good health, with a look of confusion and disbelief, and said suspiciously like an alien descending on Earth: "You did it?" ”

Wang Junsheng didn't reveal much information, didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and said, "It's me-he who did it; Oh no, he's me-; Oh...... Oh...... Well, I mean, he was subdued, it was me-did it".

Wang Junsheng is holding a 2B pencil, and the more he draws, the darker it gets.

But after thinking about it, everyone is an adult, and I believe they should all understand what he means.

How exactly does the "dry" here, this one and not that, I believe everyone understands.

He stopped there and didn't go into any further details.

Then Wang Junsheng took the posture of a superior and instructed the two of them to find a slightly thicker rope and tie up the Shangfang with five flowers.

If he did anything to seduce his sister-in-law in ancient times, and wanted to throw it into the river and put it in a pig cage, he didn't have to go through a lot of trouble to just stuff it into it.

Twenty minutes or so later, although they didn't meet, Lin Yong, the fat supervisor who had spoken on two phone calls a day, looked cramped and walked quickly.