Before he got closer, the foreigner who was holding the start-stop switch of the electric hoist first showed a refreshing smile to him.

After laughing, he grabbed the switch in one hand and pinched a cigarette in the other. Pleasantly spit out his eyes at the feeding port of the stone crusher. After spitting out the smoke ring, he looked up again, and opened his big mouth to reveal his white teeth.

On the night of a month ago, Brother Tu had a small goal of being drunk and dreaming of death in his KTV. In those years when he was strong-blooded, he also had the idea of talking about a daughter-in-law.

Not counting those who have sex in their minds, whether it's when they drop out of school to carry sacks or do welding apprenticeships. He clearly realized that he had to talk about a daughter-in-law.

But every time the girls were either generous, or pretended to be inadvertently sneaking a glance at the scar on his face. Nine times out of ten, they fled as quickly as possible, and there was no follow-up.

was so anxious that his parents also helped Zhang Luo, but he couldn't even get through the matchmaker in ten miles and eight towns. Later, he was imprisoned, and after he was released from prison, he simulated marriage and imaginary ones countless times. Men and women weave or husbands sing and women follow, both love and family affection in married life, even if the heart is completely deadwater.

As the years grow, those ravines that are buried deep in the bottom of the heart and cannot be sought are far less profound and real than the warbler Yanyan who holds things.

Own KTV, own box, own escort...... The living spring palace of the wandering wreckage is about to be staged. Coincidentally, the little white face of the outland, who seemed to be like a thin dog and only had a skeleton left, broke in with a wine glass.

Brother Tu didn't bother to do it himself, and he reflexively punched the little white face that was too close.

The foreigner's nosebleed was not to fight back, but to throw away the wine glass, cover his face with one hand and wave at the companions stacked in front of him and behind him with the other.

The mouth also loudly resisted the high-pitched panting in the projection, and I don't know if the actors are fake or fake:

I have a serious infectious disease! Get dressed and leave! Hurry up! If you have a wound on your body, you will be infected! Let's go! ……

Before he could say anything, the bodyguard who was dressed as a waiter and delivered the wine pushed the door in. Aiming at his vest was a solid kick, and then everyone in the room looked stupid. It seems that no matter how weak this body is, it doesn't stop there.

But what catches everyone's eye is that the little white face of the foreign country is really like a skeleton, or like a broken sack. The knot sturdily threw forward, and fell into the mud with a solid dog.

Brother Tu turned off the projection, and pulled the scars on his face with crooked eyes. While putting on clothes, he explained to the bodyguard in a dignified tone:

Didn't he say he had a serious infectious disease? Give him this bloodstained carpet to make a shroud, and get it to the old place. Feed the fish!

After explaining, when he was about to go out, he didn't even bother to turn around when he faced the door. went on to say: Recently, the public has been chasing hard, and I don't know if I am going to prepare for another crackdown.

The questioning session will be waived. It doesn't matter who his family members are, or if he is hired to commit murder. Look at this weak and can't help the wind, just deal with it quietly, make too much noise but have a bad impact, just sink it.

After the explanation, he didn't look back and left directly. Walked to the staircase and tucked the corner of his clothes, and took a mouthful of thick phlegm. Say to yourself: What a obscurity!

This face is so close for a second and a half. I was very impressed by Tu Ge. In some respects alone, Tu Ge is definitely a cautious person.

After lying down that night, he carefully compared the faces one by one in his mind and carefully brushed them twice. I can't find a clue, and I'm hesitating to make a conclusion that I'm really unfamiliar.

The bodyguard called.

The bodyguard only said nine words on the phone: "The old place, the old way, it's done." After speaking, he didn't wait for Brother Tu to respond, and hung up the phone by himself. gave full play to his character traits of cherishing words like gold.

Tu Ge rubbed the phone in the palm of his hand. After a shallow calculation, the bodyguard kicked a big living person just now, and the wine in the tray in his hand seemed to have not been spilled.

He was satisfied, and considered whether the bodyguard deserved a little better. Then he slept with no distractions.

There is really no experience on this face that is too revealing. Tu Ge was in a trance, his hands and wrists should have been fitted together and hastily strangled with a few ties. Then it was hung somewhere on the iron hinge of the electric hoist.

There are many thoughts, but my heart is full of doubts. It was not so much that he was furious, but that it was too unexpected. The arms are very unnaturally wrapped around the head, and it is difficult to make a fierce or indifferent facial expression.

The body has been sent vertically by the electric hoist to the top of the crusher inlet. He looked at the smiling stranger below for a moment, and just looked at it expressionlessly.

The little white face standing below smiled brightly. Neither avoided his gaze, nor paid too much attention to the scar on his face. He was slowly and leisurely controlling the start-stop switch, aiming Tu Ge at the feeding port and lowering it vertically.

At a maximum of three or five chains per bar. He stood directly below or diagonally below Tuge, slowly visualizing the vertical and front and back positions.

Then press the switch and put it down one bar at a time. It seems that it is necessary to be careful to achieve perfection, and strive for perfection to aim the hanging body at the feeding port of the stone crusher a little, and then a little more.

Both of them remained silent in tacit understanding, and the only sound in the air was the humming of the electric hoist and the back and forth "sizzle" of the iron chain constantly adjusting its position. It seemed that the wind was blowing, and the position was shifted a little more, and the little white face standing on the ground smiled patiently and fine-tuned it again.

This time, he was standing right above the inlet. Face to face, diagonally overlapping Brother Tu's position, and after putting down a small section of iron chain, Brother Tu made a rough estimate.

If you try your best to lift your feet now, the soles of your feet will roughly rub against the top of his head and kick them out of the air.

The guy was about to walk away, while he smiled and looked up. Tu Ge pointed a mouthful of thick phlegm at his face and launched it impartially.

The two of them except for Tuge's twitching nasal dry cough and the sound of "he~tui". The sound of "pia" can be clearly heard in the ears, and the thick phlegm is hanging on the forehead of the little white face, sticky and disgusting.

Shockingly, the expression of the little white face did not make any waves. Still smiling, he turned to open the duffel bag at his feet, took out a white towel and began to wipe the phlegm from his forehead.

Brother Tu sighed while he was wiping it carefully. The urn said angrily:

It's a bit of a shame that I was going to spit in your mouth or at least hang it on your lips. I'm uncomfortable to be hung by you like this, and the angle of my vomit is only a little higher.