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Taking advantage of Liao Hongbo's distraction, Ying Chunxiao, who had been prepared for a long time, got away, pulled Chi Xiaolao and ran away. Before reaching the door, the door was kicked open, and several burly bodyguards rushed Come in, and perform a full martial arts without saying a word.

Ying Chunxiao gave Chi Xiaoyao a push: "Go!" Chi Xiaoyao bumped into someone, and his collar was grabbed by a big hand. He instinctively protected his head, but he heard Ying Chunxiao's hoarse cry: "Don't touch him!! Something is coming at me!"

Before the words were finished, there was a muffled sound, like the sound of a leather heel hitting his back, and Chi Xiaolao's tears welled up all at once. Xiaoxiao was here to protect him, to protect him!

At this moment, I don't know where it came from, I broke free from the hand that was twisting the collar, and I just took a bite.

"Ouch!"

This mouthful was comparable to a wolf that had been hungry for half a year, and the scream above his head sounded so familiar. When he blinked his tearful eyes and looked up, Liao Hongbo's old K face turned into a chicken.

Chi Xiaolao hesitated for a while, and decided not to let go of anyone. He already tasted blood in his mouth, but it was more important than responding to Chunxiao.

In the chaos, he saw that the room had fallen apart, and when he found the gap, Liao Hongbo had already squeezed it out. Before closing the door, he said, "Go and try Young Master Ming, Bihai Mansion D8-3!"

Chi Xiaolao stared at the closed door in a daze for two seconds, then ran away.

Liao Hongbo didn't have sympathy for Chunxiao. In his opinion, the two brothers had nothing good to say, but they were the master's own sons after all, and killing people was no joke.

Chi Xiaolao took the Bawang car for a while, and after getting off the car, his small universe exploded, his legs moved like a hot wheel, the uncle driver looked at the hurricane and laughed: "Who is this, even better than Liu Xiang... ...Hey! Kid, give me money!!!"

Finally, I know what it means to challenge the limit. The automatic iron gate of Bihaihaoting has become a hurdle in the 500-meter obstacle course. The vigorous athlete Chi Xiaoluo broke through the finish line with a time of 2 minutes and 10 seconds, almost breaking the world record!

A row of security guards in the back were panting heavily with batons 100 meters away!

Press the house number, and after two rings, Ming Jin's pleasant voice came out: "Which one is there?"

"Chi Xiaolao!"

There was a pause over there, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Who is Chi Xiaolao?"

Chi Xiaolao cursed secretly: It's your grandpa!

The security guard at the back had already rushed over with a murder weapon in hand, and he yelled into the loudspeaker: "If you don't open the door again, I will tell the police uncle behind you all about your shit..."

The security door clicked open.

The door opened and there was a gust of fragrant wind, Ming Jin was still the same Ming Jin, standing at the door with nobility and elegance, it was the contempt in his small eyes, revealing to the audience his petty bourgeois demeanor that was deeply rooted in his bones, but this expression on his face was A precious.

What Chi Xiaolao despises the most is the people who despise him, they are all rehabilitated, and who are they showing the face of a resentful woman who was forced into prostitution?

He held the doorknob to block the door, not intending to let Chi Xiaoyu in.

"Help me!"

Ming Jin didn't speak, but looked at him.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and it can be regarded as accumulating some virtue for Young Master Yin!"

The corner of Ming Jin's mouth twitched, but he still didn't speak.

Chi Xiaolao knew this person too well, and he could only find an old saying to describe him with the few words he had learned: he must be a model of xx and a model of xx.

Even his benefactor, Mr. Yin, moved out, and he was indifferent. Although Young Master Ren is bad, outrageous and unconventional, he has absolutely devoted himself to him. Look at this luxurious house, it must cost at least tens of thousands. .

He finally understood that Young Master Yin's idiot was taken advantage of, and if he wanted the revolution to succeed, he still had to rely on letting go!

"My younger brother is now detained by Yin Shao. If you don't help me, I might lose all hope and don't want to live. Maybe I will come to a farewell performance and dance a street dance before jumping off the building, and then take off the mask to scare the audience. What do you think? Woolen cloth?"

Ming Jin is a man who cares about face. Although he has been a good man, he has captured countless auras and admiration in his so many years of 'acting career'. Once he is destroyed, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

As he expected, the slender white hand on the doorknob was almost broken by himself, but his face was still calm, but his face looked a bit stained by vegetable juice.

"You go back first, I will call."

Chi Xiaolao wanted to say that time waits for no one, but the Panpan brand security door pushed the tip of his nose back.

Ming Jin angrily pulled out a menthol cigarette, lit it, extinguished it, and then picked up his cell phone to make a call.

"Is someone threatening me to be within your scope of work? Well...he just came downstairs, the one with gauze on his head..."

Hanging up the phone and pushing open the guest room, it was a specially redecorated dance studio, with brand new poles and bright mirrors, Yin Shaoyang thought he would like it, but now he just wants to smash all these things to pieces.

He can't dance anymore, his legs are useless...

Under the glaring eyes of all the security guards, Chi Xiaolao walked out of the community in desperation. He was afraid of the ferocious mace in the hands of the security guards. If any stick in his hand accidentally came up, he would have to confess.

After leaving the community, she patted her chest, and before she could take a breath, her eyes darkened. Nima was covered with a sack and covered with a hot pot. After struggling for a few times, she was knocked down by Fanhuer, and her lungs almost burst out.

He knew that it was the black lotus of Ming Jin who did it!

These people didn't want his life, they just taught him a lesson and slammed their fists on him as if they didn't want money. Chi Xiaolao was so miserable when he was beaten, and suddenly a voice shouted: "What are you doing!"

Immediately after the sound of footsteps, the people who beat him scattered, his eyes suddenly lit up, and Chi Xiaolao hadn't recovered yet, so he held his head and shook his whole body.

"Don't be afraid, come out!"

With a rough male voice, Chi Xiaolao thought to himself that he wasn't too mediocre, and when he met a nice person, he raised his face and felt stupid!

The uncle driver who was hacked 10 minutes ago grabbed the man with his arms, pulled him out and dragged him to the car. The door slammed shut, and Chi Xiaolao's nerves tightened.

The uncle started the car, turned his head and squeezed out a rather ferocious smile, "What's the matter? Is it public or private?"

Chi Xiaolao trembled in the sound of the gas pedal going wild, no matter what happened, he couldn't afford it, there was only a hole in his trouser pocket, not a jumper.

The uncle driver grinned his fangs and snorted: "Now I know I'm afraid? Why did you go so early? You can run faster than Cao Cao. The boy has such strength. Why don't you go to Liantan to fight guerrillas with the urban management and give the majority of the propertyless Class fights for breath, look at those sweet potato bakers outside, if you can run so fast, would you be dumped? Hey... It’s not a crime for a man to cry, he’s still a good man when he wipes his tears away..."

The car stopped outside a pharmacy, and the uncle driver kicked him out of the car, "Boy, be a good man, take it!"

Two crumpled renminbi were handed out from the car window, and the uncle driver squeezed out a gentle smile: "Take it, it's just enough to buy a bottle of medicinal wine and rub it at home."

Chi Xiaolao sniffed, took two ten-dollar tickets, and before he had time to thank him, the uncle chuckled, "You brat!" The car rushed out.

The 20 yuan was hot in the palm of my hand. It turned out that after stepping out of the cage of luxury and money in the nightclub, after putting down the mask, I could still see a kind smile other than desire and contempt.

It was only at this time that I felt that the remaining three years, which I thought were not too long, were like a dream far away.

Ming Jin probably won't be able to help anymore, who else can he turn to?

Liushen Wuzhu stood on the street, desperate for the first time. Compared with now, the 50 owed back then was just a different repayment method. Finally, there was still a road to the end, but now, it was not about money at all.

He thought that as long as he was careful not to disturb the world, the world would not notice him, obviously not what he thought.

Turning the corner of the street and returning to the nightclub, I wanted to call Dana to find a solution, but I didn't expect that the person on the night shift happened to be there, and seeing the gauze on his head, his eyeballs almost fell out.

"This shape doesn't have the foreign style of bin Laden, quickly take it off for me!" He said anxiously while stretching out his claws to take it off.

Chi Xiaolao was not in the mood to joke with him, so he turned his head away, "I have something to ask you!"

"I have something to look for you too!" Dana persistently wanted to remove the gauze, "I tell you, you are lucky!"

"What?" It's moldy, so lucky?

Dana showed an ambiguous smile, and said in a low voice: "The rich man who ordered you last time came again today. No, the manager hurriedly called me here. I saw that Ming Jin is not here now. You Just go and deal with it."

"How can I do that?" Chi Xiaolao took a step back in shock, "How can I see the light on my face?"

"It's okay, I just pushed him for a reason, saying that you stepped on your foot and knocked your face off, and the man said it's okay, just put on a mask." Dana covered her mouth with a dirty smile, "People only look at your butt, they don't care face, hehehe."

"Stop joking, I still have something to do!" This kind of person appoints a perverted monster, who doesn't know how to torture people.

"Hey, what can you do, isn't it just twisting your waist and stooping to make those two bastards go to good soon? I heard from the manager that this person has a lot of background, so maybe you take good care of him and take care of you." See Chi Xiao Lao seemed to be relieved, Dana hit the iron while it was hot, "People are going to high places, look at Ming Jin, how comfortable life is now, I am optimistic about you, you are the second golden bird that we fly out of." Phoenix!"

"Does the National People's Congress have a history?" Chi Xiaolao heard this sentence.

"Oh, by the way, he also asked me to give you a message. As long as you want, he can help you with your affairs."

Who is it?

Chi Xiaolao's heart was pounding, this person seemed to know everything about him, implying that as long as he was willing to sell, he could help rescue Ying Chunxiao.

No matter who this person is, even if it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, he has to try it!

"Okay, I'll go!"

When he knocked on Dabao's door, Chi Xiaoliao was numb. He took a cold shower to let the bruises all over his body be scattered by the cold water, so that he wouldn't be so painful when serving that guest.

He has finally reached this point, and there is no regret. A man, let alone a person like him, has no right to challenge fate, so whoever said: I will put back the clothes I took off one by one.

Is a gentleman not as good as a woman?

Behind the opened door was a middle-aged man with good features. Chi Xiaolao found a balance for himself, and the face behind his mask seemed to take advantage of this man.

The man greeted him gently, and then politely invited him in. Then the door was closed, and Chi Xiaolao looked back, and the man went out.

When I looked back again, I found a man wearing a gray fisherman hat sitting on the sofa. The stereo was not turned on in the private room, and a row of lights were lit. This scene did not look like the tone of OOXX before.

Chi Xiaolao walked over suspiciously. The man supported his crutches with both hands, and when he raised his head, he smiled kindly at him and motioned him to sit down.

It turned out to be an old man!

He is still an old man with aristocratic temperament!

Chi Xiaolao had accumulated a stomach full of tragic sacrifices beforehand, and they all turned into countless question marks spinning above his head.

This old man has a sick look on his face, he might not even be able to stand up, come out to whore?It's the rhythm of death!

He sat down full of suspicion. There was a pot of tea on the coffee table, and there was only half a cup of residual tea left in the cup. He looked at it, poured the cold tea in the cup into the tea tray, and poured another cup , gently placed in front of the old man.

Greeting guests is the most basic morality of an MB, but even if he was killed, he would not be able to snuggle his strong body into the arms of a sick old man. He sat back with his hands on his knees.

During this time, the old man kept looking at him with a considerate look. This kind of look does not make people feel uncomfortable. Chi Xiaolao feels that it is a normal look of an elder looking at a junior. On the contrary, he who is wearing a mask should be The one that makes others feel uncomfortable. ,

"How old are you?" The old man's voice was hoarse but gentle.

Chi Xiaolao replied respectfully: "There is still one month to turn 23."

The old man nodded thoughtfully, Chi Xiaolao seemed to hear him sigh slightly, and then saw him slightly raised his head, staring at a decorative oil painting on the wall, Chi Xiaolao didn't understand the meaning of painting Why do people turn a good watermelon into a square shape, and they don't even understand why someone bought and hung such an obviously poor quality painting.

"If the watermelon grows in a mold, what will it look like in the end?" The old man asked suddenly while looking at the painting. Chi Xiaolao felt that he didn't ask himself, but he answered the question anyway: "It will grow like the one above."

"What if the mold capacity is not suitable?"

"It might grow into a crooked melon." For some reason, he thought of Yin Shaoyang.

The old man was overjoyed, and after laughing twice, he started to cough, clenched his hands into fists and put them under his lips, coughing very painfully.

Chi Xiaolao hurriedly got up and gave him a pat on the back, and it took about a minute to calm down.

The old man gave a thankful smile, took a sip of tea, and his voice became hoarse: "It may still be broken."

Chi Xiaolao was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was still talking about the watermelon in the mould, but how should he answer those words?

Fortunately, the old man changed the subject, "You are only 23 years old, why don't you do other jobs?"

It's not up to him to decide what to do, and he can't face the problem of an elder without changing his face. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, and then the bitterness stuffed in the innermost layer rushed up his throat .