What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Zhang Xiaoan did not get up and go to the bedroom to check Yang Xinyi's mental state.

Because he knew that no matter who this kind of thing happened to, they would definitely collapse.

Until more than half an hour later, when Yang Xinyi walked out of the bedroom with red eyes, Zhang Xiaoan did not ask her what photos were in her computer.

"Have the photos been deleted?"

Yang Xinyi came to Zhang Xiaoan and nodded with a decadent expression.

"Let's go, let's go back and get my wife out first." Zhang Xiaoan just stood up.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xinyi sat down on the sofa, covered her face and cried bitterly: "I used to love him very much, but I never thought he was such a person..."

"It's normal. Women are fierce and brainless."

"He was very good to me before..."

"It's normal. If it's not good for you, you can't fall for it."

"I still remember when we first met, he called me Sister Xinyi..."

"It's normal. First she became a sister, then a younger sister, and finally she became a little baby." Zhang Xiao'an explained seriously: "These are all common tricks used by men to flirt with younger girls. It turns out that you have indeed fallen into the trap."

"But I'm not the only one who got hooked. There are many photos of him and other women in it. Looking back on how sweet we were when we were together, I feel like I'm a fool now!"

"Don't think so, you are!"

Yang Xinyi stopped crying, raised her head suddenly, stared with red eyes and asked: "Brother, can you comfort people?"

"I didn't even want to comfort you!"

Yang Xinyi wiped away her tears, her expression suddenly turned sinister, and asked: "Where is Zhou Le? I'm going to kill him!"

"No, let's leave here first to pick up Xuanxuan. I will help you vent your anger. Don't worry."

……

Inside the waste recycling plant.

Zhang Qingyang was squatting on the iron bucket, thinking about life.

He was thinking about how he got together with Zhang Xiaoan in a daze?

It stands to reason that the relationship between the two of them had reached a freezing point after he was hung from the tree that time, and it was a life-or-death situation.

The development of the relationship between the two to this point was completely beyond Zhang Qingyang's expectations.

At this time.

A distant roar interrupted Zhang Qingyang's thoughts.

He recovered and saw several cars driving into the scrapyard with their headlights on.

"Hold!"

Zhang Qingyang cursed, quickly threw away the cigarette butt and put it out with his feet, then hid behind a nearby garbage pile.

"squeak……"

There were bursts of rapid braking sounds.

Five cars parked in, their headlights illuminating the garbage dump.

Zhang Qingyang poked his head out from behind the garbage pile and saw the car door popping open and a dozen strong men getting out of the car.

The leading strong man took two steps forward, looked around and shouted, "Is Zhang Qingyang here?!"

calls me?

How does he know me?

Isn't it someone I have offended before who came to seek revenge on me?

Zhang Qingyang's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He squinted as he watched the strong man pick up his phone and dial a number and put it to his ear.

next second.

The phone in Zhang Qingyang's pocket rang.

"There is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the sea~"

The strong men heard the sound and turned to look at Zhang Qingyang's hiding place.

"Fourth, go see what's going on."

"Okay Brother Hui."

A strong man walked towards the place where Zhang Qingyang was hiding.

Oh shit!

Zhang Qingyang cursed in his heart, why has his luck been so bad recently? !

Seeing that the strong man was about to get in front of him, Zhang Qingyang had no choice but to stand up and walk out: "Here, I'm here, I am Zhang Youzhi's grandson Zhang Qingyang!"

Zhang Qingyang's habit is that when someone comes to his door, he will call Zhang Youzhi's number as soon as possible.

"I didn't ask who your father is." The strong man stepped forward, holding Zhang Qingyang's collar and walking to Brother Hui.

In close contact, there was no light to obstruct the view. The moment he saw the scar on Brother Hui's face, Zhang Qingyang almost fell to his knees on the ground.

His intuition told him that the group of people in front of him were definitely not people to be trifled with!

Especially the scarred face in front of me, who definitely carries a murder case on his body!

Brother Hui glanced at him expressionlessly and asked, "Why are you hiding behind the garbage dump?"

"No...I'm not hiding, I'm defecating behind..." Zhang Qingyang explained forcefully.

"Okay, you can take him home if you want. Brother An called me and I will handle the rest." Brother Hui said to the people around him: "Fourth brother, you must send him back." Leave it to our boss safely."

"Okay, Brother Hui." After the fourth child said this, he put his arm around Zhang Qingyang's shoulders and walked towards the car.

"Brother...brother, who is your boss?" Zhang Qingyang's tone of voice stuttered.

Don’t dare to get into this car easily. If it’s going to a mass grave, wouldn’t it be a disaster? !

"You don't know who you came with?"

Zhang Qingyang was stunned when he heard this: "Brother An is your boss? Can I call him?"

The fourth child stopped and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's fight."

Zhang Qingyang picked up his cell phone and called Zhang Xiaoan: "Hey... where are you, Brother An?"

"On the way to the police station, I asked someone to pick you up. Did you see them?"

"Are they really your people?!" Zhang Qingyang was no longer calm.

He has a group of such vicious "ghosts" under his command. What does he do?

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoan's identity became even more mysterious in Zhang Qingyang's heart.

"If you behave well, they will most likely become yours in the future." Zhang Xiaoan said in a hazy tone before hanging up the phone.

Zhang Qingyang looked confused as he listened to the busy tone on the phone.

What did he mean? Why can’t I understand?

……

After Zhang Qingyang left by car.

Brother Hui directed several strong men to lift the iron bucket containing Zhou Le to the center of an open ground.

"Come on, come on, put up the headlights and prepare to open the lid."

The four cars positioned themselves and aimed their headlights in the direction of the iron barrel exit.

"Okay, this angle is just right." Brother Hui directed a strong man beside him and said: "Go, open the lid and drag out the person inside."

Inside the iron barrel.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhou Le sweated profusely and breathed in the little oxygen left in the iron bucket.

He was now in a state of severe hypoxia, and his consciousness had begun to blur.

After 10 minutes at most, if he can't breathe fresh oxygen, then he can say goodbye to this world.

"Bang~"

The lid of the iron bucket was opened, and a beam of bright light came in, immediately awakening Zhou Le, who was half-dead.

"Whoosh..."

Feeling the coolness of the evening breeze, he took a greedy breath of air.

As soon as he took two puffs, he was pulled out of the iron bucket by his hair.

Facing the dazzling light of the car lights, Zhou Le raised his hands to cover his eyes and asked in a weak tone: "You...who are you?"

The strong men moved out of the way, and Brother Hui stepped forward and bent down and said, "You don't have to worry about who I am. I heard that you have a special hobby and like to take pictures of girls."

"It just so happens that I am also a photographer, so I will take some photos for you for free today."

Brother Hui raised his hand and said:

"Come! Take out the uniforms, stockings, and high heels in the car and put them on for this brother!"