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Xing Likun was chased by those people for four streets before he escaped. He found a stairway and squatted down to smoke, wondering how his whereabouts were exposed.

He didn't use his ID card, didn't swipe his card, and didn't drive. It was [-]% because of Fang Chong's phone calls.

Fang Chong will not betray him, but the call records are obvious, and then follow the vine to check... His brother is so sure that he will contact Fang Chong.

Xing Likun spit out the cigarette butt, and irritatedly wiped out the sparks with his foot. He had to think of a new way.

After standing quietly for a few minutes, Xing Likun looked downstairs. The people who were searching around just now were all gone. Xing Likun didn't go back the same way, but turned out from the side window of the corridor and stepped on the air conditioner box. Go to the first floor, over the wall and escape from the next street.

Sure enough, after another ten minutes or so, a few people walked out from the corner of the street, ambush them.

……

Xia Jun was having a good time on the bed, when he suddenly heard the glass on the second floor of his house shatter, and his whole body shivered.

The spring color on Xia Jun's face has not faded, and his face is so delicate that water can be squeezed out. He raised his eyebrows and kicked people, and said irritably, "Go, see what's going on."

The male model was a little confused, "Xia, Mr. Xia, can't it be the paparazzi?"

"Paparazzi?" Xia Jun smiled and lit a cigarette, his eyes bent like a crescent moon, "If it's really a paparazzi, Mr. Xia is too powerful to tolerate black material, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

The male model froze for a moment, his chest muscles trembled, and he became weak from fright.

Xia Jun teased him, "Just kidding, hurry up and take a look, if it's okay, let's have another shot."

The male model looked at the handsome Xia Jun, nodded and groped around the table, picked up a metal stick and was about to leave, when Xia Jun called him back, "Put it down, I ordered it from abroad, Haven't played it yet."

The male model took a closer look, this thing with thick arms...it won't blossom if you poke it in!

Xia Jun picked up a crystal ashtray for him, "Use this."

The male model choked for a moment, and took it honestly, but before he reached the door, he screamed, and just as he lifted the ashtray, he was knocked down, the back of his head hit the ground, and he passed out immediately.

Xing Likun came out from the darkness, with a strong and stiff figure throwing the male model on the ground a few blocks away, leaning against the door to study Xia Jun who was not naked.

Xia Jun took a deep breath, slowly closed his legs, gritted his teeth and said, "Look at your uncle."

Ever since Xing Likun was transferred to the army by his brother Xing Zeqi, the two of them hadn't seen each other for three months. Xia Jun stared at Xing Likun, furious, "Get lost."

Xing Likun walked in slowly and sat down, pulled up the quilt and raised his hand, covering Xia Jun tightly, "If you keep playing like this, you won't be afraid that your intestines will rot."

Xia Jun grimaced and remained silent, Xing Likun wanted to light a cigarette, but remembering that Xia Jun didn't like the smell of cigarettes, he stuffed it back silently, "Let me stay here for a few days, I'm going to find a way out of the province... What about you, Being angry for three months is worse than old ladies."

"As for, you dare to hit him!" Xia Jun jumped up violently, grabbing Xing Likun's collar and punching him hard. Xing Likun raised his right hand to block it, and took all of Xia Jun's fists in his palm with incomparable precision, and finally Wrapping his hand, he said with a smile, "It's time for a beating, should I calm down? I just can't understand that kid Xia Qing, who knows what you're thinking, and still treats you like a monkey. Today I want [-], and tomorrow I want [-]." Wan, you fucking run a relief center?"

Xia Jun couldn't hold back his laughter, and said frantically, "I have money, and I am willing to spend it for him, can you control it?" Then, his face became serious again, "I can beat him and scold him, but others can't, even you Neither."

"Too lazy to care about you." Xing Likun moved his shoulders, "I'll take a shower first..."

"By the way, Dakun, I have prepared a return gift for you." Xia Jun picked up a pocket remote control from the bedside, and Xing Likun immediately became angry, "Why are you so small-minded?"

As soon as the button was pressed, the alarms in the whole villa sounded. Xing Likun immediately heard the sound of rumbling footsteps coming from all directions, and his head was about to explode. I guessed that you were coming to look for me, what a miracle!"

Xing Likun glanced outside, the flashlight flickered around, he kicked the glass and jumped out, shouting, "Xia Jun, I'll fuck your ancestor!"

Xia Junle said, "Succeed, next year on Ching Ming Festival, I will take you to the grave and get fucked all the time. It will definitely be enjoyable."

The footsteps outside were chaotic, shouting and yelling, and finally someone shouted loudly, "Where are people? Stop! Stop beating, they are all our own people!"

Xia Jun yawned, turned off the light and went to sleep, feeling refreshed and feeling happy. He didn't even need to take sleeping pills that night.

The male model opened his eyes unsteadily, not daring to make a sound, and continued to lie on the ground tearfully holding his corpse.

……

Xing Likun tossed and tossed at Xia Jun's house, and finally ran away. I don't know which wicked person tore his trousers, splitting from thigh heel to knee, whizzing through the wind.

Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one on the road, so he kept walking and thinking about where to go. There was a competition in the underground fighting arena in a few days, and he was going to make a fortune. Then he would go out of the province with a fake certificate and run directly to Yunnan.

The problem is before that, where can he hide to be really safe? Thinking about it, a pair of ecstasy eyes appeared in his mind...

The corners of Xing Likun's mouth curled up.

……

As dawn approached, Song Jin's cell phone rang, and he answered it in a daze. The clerk said that he had to ask for a day off because of something at home. Song Jin agreed, hung up the phone and didn't feel sleepy. The old couple sent it over.

He went downstairs to buy breakfast for Han Sheng, left a note, and then opened the shop with confidence.

As soon as I got to the door of the store, I found that something was wrong.

There is a seam half a palm wide under the rolling gate!

Song Jin was furious, and hurriedly opened the door. When the lights came on, Song Jin was stunned again. The shelves were neat and tidy, and the cashier counter was filled with five empty instant noodle buckets on the convenience table. .

Just eat noodles when you come in, and remember to close the door before leaving, this thief is too weird!

Song Jin rolled up his cuffs and cleaned up the table, when he kicked something under his feet, his hairs exploded in fright, "Fuck!"

Xing Likun was awakened, and as soon as he grabbed Song Jin's ankle, he exerted strength. Song Jin's legs fell to the ground, and he pulled the ball steadily, "..."

As soon as Xing Likun opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes sparkling with anger and resentment, but his expression was not good, too distorted.

Song Jin slowly put his knees together, venting his breath.

Xing Likun got out from under the table, stretched his arms, and directly hugged Song Jin onto the table, stretching his big hand down, Song Jin cut him halfway, "What are you doing!"

"Take your hands away." Xing Likun's voice was low, and a lot of stubble appeared on his chin after a night, and his aura looked more fierce than yesterday. Song Jin was stunned, and when he realized it, he was already full of embarrassment flushed.

Looking at his little daughter-in-law, Xing Likun felt inexplicably at ease.

Song Jin came back to his senses and just kicked, right into Xing Likun's split trousers seam, obviously kicked his thigh, but it was as if he had kicked on a steel plate.

Unfortunately, when he retracted his feet and came back, he caught the fabric, and there was a squeak, and Xing Likun raised his eyebrows, with a playful face, "You...you are really proactive."

Song Jin was angry, and punched hard, Xing Likun moved his fingers slightly as if nothing happened.

Song Jin's forehead was tense, and a voice came out from between his teeth, "Shut up, let go."

Xing Likun smiled, his face was completely cold and hard, but he showed a bit of ruffian, "Small, you have a big temper."

As he spoke, he let go of Song Jin. Song Jin jumped down from the convenience table, walked to the cashier in a few steps, and threw the thousand dollars inside to Xing Likun, "Take the money and get out! Don't delay my business. .”

Xing Likun let the money fall to the ground, sat on the stool, stretched out his strong and straight legs from the torn trousers, "I don't want money, I just want to borrow two days from you."

Song Jin said angrily, "Why can't you live with the money, why don't you leave here?"

Xing Likun thought to himself, if I could stay in a hotel, why the hell would I suffer from such foreign crimes.

He took out a cigarette, and before he lit it, Song Jin pinched it to the ground, pointed to the sign on the wall and said, "Blind or not, no smoking!"

Xing Likun still hooked his lips, watching Song Jin pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back like a little old man, he found it very interesting.

Song Jin glanced at Xing Likun, his raised eye ends seemed to have hooks, Xing Likun looked like he was seducing himself, he had never seen such sloppy eyes, black and white, he wanted to refuse and still welcome.

It can be seen from buying a house that Song Jin is a cautious person, unable to figure out the intention of the other party, unable to drive away, and dare not really compete with this big and tall bandit. The legs are not enough for others to play with...

Gritting her teeth, Song Jin turned into the small warehouse and took out a set of men's uniforms.

"Put on your clothes. I don't accept idlers. You will be a temporary shop assistant for a period of time. You can keep it at night to look after the shop. See, there—" Song Jin pointed to the camera in the upper right corner, "What do you look like? What do you do?" What, it is clearly recorded here, if you dare to use your brains, I will call the police immediately!"

Xing Likun picked up his clothes and gestured, he didn't pay attention at all, the sky was just bright outside, there were a few old people in the community who got up early and did morning exercises, he took off his clothes and pants with his back on his back, he was slender and strong, facing the rising sun A layer of golden light, ignoring the hooliganism is not counted, it is really eye-catching.

An old lady was nearby, her eyes were rounded, she wanted to scold a hooligan, but she blushed and couldn't bear it.

Xing Likun put on his jacket slowly, and finally put it on, when his arms were put down, there was a slap, and the neckline split.

As soon as the trousers were lifted, the legs were barely tucked in, and the zipper could not be closed.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Song Jin with a smile on his face, "Is this your size?"

As he said that, his eyes wandered all the way down. With a pun, Song Jin's ears blushed. He was still a very traditional person in his bones, and he had never seen such a shameless person.

"You don't need to wear clothes, the apron can always fit you." Song Jin picked up all the money on the ground, and sat down at the cashier with a sullen face.

Xing Likun quickly changed back to his clothes. In fact, he already knew that the clothes were not suitable. It was purely out of spite and embarrassment to Song Jin. He just liked to see him blushing, and his eyes were watery with anger, which was simply too flirtatious people.

Song Jin came over with a roll of tape, "Stand honestly."

Xing Likun asked, "Is there a needle and thread?"

Song Jin snorted coldly, "If there is, I would like to sew your flesh together."

Xing Likun didn't say a word, the tall man of nearly two meters was wearing a small orange floral apron, standing upright, it was funny from a distance.

Song Jin closed his trousers, peeled off the tape and glued it from top to bottom, intentionally or unintentionally dropped his hands, the trousers came apart, and the tape stuck to his leg hair, "Sorry, I'll do it again."

After tearing it up, Xing Likun raised his eyebrows, looked at the hair stuck on the tape, and then looked at Song Jin who was secretly laughing.

This little evil.