Seventy is so sweet, she married the toughest guy and was pampered

"You failed? My child is going to be killed." In any case, even if there was a one-thousandth failure rate and worrying factors, Li Meng did not dare to try it easily.

Next, Ling Shuoye was chatting with Zhai Ying.

After finishing, he sent Zhai Ying off.

He never told Li Meng what the future would be like.

But now, Ling Shuoye told everything.

"There are all practice coupons there. I thought Zhai Yinggong was taking revenge at first, but I didn't expect him to help us at this moment. As for the motorcycle, I tampered with the spark plug. This motorcycle will stall as long as it accelerates hard. Once it stalls, It can no longer be lit.”

No wonder……

Li Mengcheng slowly arrived when the two of them came. At first, she thought Ling Shuoye was not ambitious. But now that Ling Shuoye told him the truth, she realized that Ling Shuoye was really smart.

After all, he used to battle wits with gangsters in the work unit. Ling Shuoye continued his analysis. He looked at the frightened little guy and touched the child's face. "Don't worry, don't be afraid. A man must remember This, once you are worried, everything will not go according to your plan. What we need is absolute control. Only with control can we control the situation, my little treasure. "

"I know." Ling Beibei admired his father. He knew everything he said in a flash.

This incident actually increased the closeness between his parents and him.

Ling Shuoye carefully picked up the child.

Li Meng's voice was hoarse, "Are you okay? You scared me to death."

She hugged Ling Beibei crazily.

In fact, a series of recent terrorist incidents also frightened the young Ling Beibei.

"He has a gun." Ling Beibei gestured in the air, "Is that a tortoise box?"

"The shell gun." Ling Shuoye smiled, "It's a toy, who knows." He quickly changed the subject, "Let's go home now."

Everyone is ready to go home.

On the other side, Wang Jianjun heard a sharp siren not far from his motorcycle.

The siren pierced the sky and resounded in his ears like a bomb. Naturally, he was anxious and ran away without choosing a way. Following closely, the police car came at lightning speed. Wang Jianjun looked in the rearview mirror and found a large group of people swarming behind him. Prowl was immediately frightened.

He also understood at this moment that Ling Shuoye did not follow his words and he still called the police.

There is an alleyway entrance in the distance, looking like it is sloping out from the side.

He didn't know where it was, so he turned around, increased the accelerator, and rushed in. It turned out that this was a large slaughterhouse.

Outside the slaughterhouse is the staff dormitory, where several women are washing kelp. No one in their wildest dreams would see a motorcycle appear.

Moreover, the motorcycle ran over the kelp they had washed. The women were so angry that they grabbed nearby wooden sticks, cursed and followed behind.

At this moment, the power of the motorcycle seemed to have decreased a lot. Just when Wang Jianjun was wondering, the motorcycle stopped without warning.

With this sudden flameout, Wang Jianjun flew out.

Behind him, he suddenly saw a group of fierce-looking women running towards them. He knew that he was in trouble and did not dare to pay attention to them. He hurriedly picked up the two suitcases on the motorcycle, one on the left and the other on the right.

Although this leather box is not big in size, it is full of banknotes, so it is certainly heavy.

The women chased after him and saw Wang Jianjun staggering away towards the distance. A woman righted the motorcycle and handed it to the old woman behind.

"Let's confiscate the motorcycle first and ask him to pay for it."

"Let's go."

These old ladies are not afraid of anything.

Perhaps, they never dreamed that Wang Jianjun had such a hard-on. Everyone pointed and cursed, and gradually got closer to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun was panting and his hair was disheveled.

At this moment, God seemed to press the pause button.

He was breathing frantically and looking at the group of approaching women indifferently, as if they all wanted to take his spoils for themselves.

Wang Jianjun was furious, and while retreating, he pointed at the opposite side with his eyebrows raised.

He warned: "Don't come near me, I have this."

"What?" The group of old women sneered.

In an instant, Wang Jianjun took out a shell gun. When everyone saw that it was a real guy, they were shocked and screamed. They urinated one after another and backed away from the alleyway with their heads in their hands.

Wang Jianjun knew that once he was exposed, he would be doomed.

He now needed to find a place to hide. He looked up at the dusk sky. It would get dark in about half an hour, and once it got dark, his chance would come.

After thinking about this, Wang Jianjun retreated and got in through the open door. This slaughterhouse needs to do a lot of things in a day, and there are pigs shipped from all directions that need to be processed. Generally, it is not closed.

Due to convenience, Wang Jianjun entered smoothly.

He hid with two boxes of money. There were countless houses in the factory, all of which were dirty. At this moment, Wang Jianjun entered a house in the waiting area, where the freshly purchased pigs would be placed.

He was exhausted, hunched over and panting hard.

Although the air was filled with a pickled smell, Wang Jianjun could no longer care about it. The sound of police sirens still echoed in his ears.

The voice seemed distant and gradually became ethereal.

The summer dusk is connected with the moon. The moon hangs on the sky, shrouding the light as light as gauze. Wang Jianjun found that he was safe.

He also understood that if he waited a little longer, he would have to take action. He looked around for a while, and he could occasionally hear the sound of the horns of passing vehicles, and bright lights shone on the opposite wall, reflecting brilliant light.

Wang Jianjun took a deep breath and considered taking out the money.

This is one hundred thousand yuan. With this one hundred thousand yuan, he will be able to travel smoothly no matter where he goes in the future. Even with the blessing of this one hundred thousand yuan, in the future...

He can change his appearance and live a decent life. If he is more specific, he is going to do business and become the "mysterious gentleman" in people's eyes. Who knows?

The future was attracting him like a magnet. All this made him blush and make him nervous. Then Wang Jianjun opened the password box. He rubbed the RMB, and the tears turned into lingering tears rolling down the corners of his eyes. fell down.

This feeling is so exciting, this feeling is so refreshing.

Wang Jianjun picked up the money and looked at the moon. He smiled silently, smiling from ear to ear.

But at the next moment, through the pure light of the moon, he noticed something was wrong with the second layer of banknotes in the suitcase. When he picked it up and looked at it, his heart suddenly boiled.