On the roof of Building No. 1, Shang Zhongtang held a telescope in his hand, watched the car with Beimang's license plate leave, and exhaled a turbid breath: "It can be regarded as escaping a catastrophe." ”

Shang Hongji, who was standing on the side, pouted and said, "Can you have some interest?" How long has he been retired? Forget it outside, do you really want to go into the wall and run rampant? Are you high-powered landlords all decorations? ”

"Long hair and short knowledge." Shang Zhongtang put down the binoculars, took out his mobile phone and called on all the members of the building owner group Aite to call on everyone to speak more and discuss more.

"This world is ours now, and the future is not yours?" Shang Zhongtang said earnestly.

"But among your people, he is the best and fiercest."

"Won't it all be his in the future?" Shang Zhongtang said worriedly.

Shang Hongji said in a strange manner: "You usually clean up those people who may threaten your status, aren't you very ruthless?" ”

Shang Zhongtang twitched the corners of his mouth, a little embarrassed: "Where do you see that we don't want to clean him up?" ”

"This can't be cleaned up if it hasn't been defeated repeatedly."

Shang Zhongtang squinted his eyes and said: "Believe it or not, the kid of the Liao family dares to be lawless in the wall and squeeze out the newcomer king of Beimang, he is definitely secretly instigated by one or a few old foxes in the group, anyway, it is not his own son, and he is not distressed if he is harmed." ”

Shang Hongji frowned and said, "What a dog." ”

"Can you not insult the dog?"

Shang Zhongtang squinted and said, "Dogs don't have their dogs." ”

Shang Hongji twitched the corners of his mouth, and he was out of words.

"Ji'er, watch more, learn more, listen more, and participate less in the future. The environment inside the wall is so bad that there is no trust between dogs and dogs. ”

"When Dad retires one day, those kind uncles and aunts can lock you up for thirty-eight years because of your flat chest."

Shang Hongji nodded slightly, and said sarcastically: "Before coming in, there is only one trouble, and that is to rack your brains to find a way to get in." ”

"When I came in, I had 10,000 worries."

Shang Zhongtang lit a cigarette in the wind, and his expression was solemn: "Even so, I, Shang Zhongtang, will still embark on this road without hesitation." ”

"Dad's only long-cherished wish in this life is to serve the country and the people, throw his head, spill his blood, take care of each other, do his best, and die."

Shang Hongji glanced at his father: "There are no outsiders here." ”

"Shhh

Shang Zhongtang raised his hand, stretched out his index finger and put it to his lips, looked left and right, and said, "Beware of ears across the building." ”

Shang Hongji's expression twitched, this old thing really disguised himself in the crotch of his pants.

Yu Guang glanced at his father's mobile phone screen, and the landlord group was talking and expressing his emotions.

Some people also wrote a thousand-word testimonial, in-depth analysis of the causes of the bamboo forest gathering incident, right and wrong.

"Lao Liao, is Ling Lang okay? I see that the injury is very serious, and I have a slot when I carry it away, alas, I feel sorry for me, Ziya is what I grew up watching, and he is a young man. ”

Liao Zhiheng looked at his son who was lying on the hospital bed and was dying, just now the doctor was in a hurry to treat his eyes and almost amputated his leg, and finally Lao Liao used his privilege to barely save his son's legs.

"Skin trauma, no injuries to the muscles and bones, the doctor said that I can get out of bed in a few days." Liao Zhiheng thanked everyone in the group for their concern.

"Skin trauma? I saw the bones popping out. Uncle Liu in Building 1 posted a dynamic emoji with a shocked face.

Shang Zhongtang saw the stitches and replied with a message, and his tone was very embarrassing: "Ling Lang's body is really tough." ”

"It's okay, he runs to the gym every day, don't talk about it, I'll go pee for my son."

"It's all like this, why don't you buy a urinal for Ziya? Don't toss. ”

Liao Zhiheng glanced at his son, who was like a gossamer with a urinary catheter, and wiped his tears: "He has been tough since he was a child, and I can't resist him." ”

Everyone "comforted" again, and they didn't hesitate to take eye medicine, for fear that Liao Zhiheng would think about it, be open-minded, and not avenge his son.

After reading the chat of the large crowd, Shang Hongji couldn't help but take Liao Ziya, who had just finished taking painkillers and was unconscious, in the group of children.

"Where you can find Sister Hong, shout at your throat." At the end, there is also a white candle praying for Liao Ziya's long life.

Seeing this, the other yamen also offered their hearts.

The screen is full of white candles, and I panic.

At half past two in the morning, Liao Ziya, who was awakened by urine, was moved in her heart after reading the prayers of her brothers and sisters in the group, but her face turned pale: "Sister Hong, I want to pee." ”

"Pee directly, Sister Hong will send you two boxes of diapers to the hospital in a while." Shang Hongji quickly replied to the message.

The leader who pulled her back into the group directly sent the hospital address and ward number: "No thanks. ”

Seeing this, Shang Hongji directly chatted with the leader privately: "Stupid." Why the aren't you going to send it? Pit me? ”

The leader directly sent a photo of the wedding scene where he and his child sat at the same table, and the eight-year-old child took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to him.

"Why don't I cheat on others? Just pit you? ”

Shang Hongji took the loss, but his mouth was stiff: "Facts aside, is it all my problem?" You're not wrong at all? ”

"You were really shocked by Yanjing's first punch."

Shang Hongji gritted his teeth and sent a WeChat message to Ning Zi: "Zizi, I'll go to visit Liao Ziya in a while, do you want to be together?" ”

"I won't go, I'm afraid my husband will misunderstand." Ning Zi replied quickly.

Shang Hongji twitched the corner of his mouth and replied: "Actually, I'm also afraid that your husband will misunderstand..."

"Why don't you go?" Ning Zi replied to the message. "Anyway, you don't really care if he lives or dies."

Shang Hongji hesitated, nodded and said, "It's okay, you tell your husband, I don't know him at all, and I don't have a relationship." ”

Looking at Shang Hongji's indifferent and ruthless WeChat text, Ning Zi turned around and asked Long Fei: "If it was Han Dong who was sent to the hospital today, what would you do?" ”

When Long Fei heard this, his face was full of evil: "You didn't ask rigorously. ”

"Huh?" Ning Zi frowned.

"You should ask, what will my brother do."