I was targeted by the boss

"How did that happen?"

"He just forgot? He will be killed when he thinks about it..."

Lin Wei's ears turned red when he heard it, and he turned his head and stared at Cheng Mo and Song Xin viciously: "Can you stop making irresponsible remarks? I said no and stop acting. Why are you still having so much fun acting? ?”

Cheng Mo and Song Xin shook their heads slowly, their eyes were full of sympathy.

When did their acting skills get so good? !

Lin Wei began to wonder if he had ever had an unspeakable relationship with the man in front of him... After thinking about it, the secret he kept at the bottom of the box was revealed.

"Well, I seem to remember who you are."

Luo Zhao frowned. Could it be that the efficacy of Mengpo soup is so short?Or does Lin Wei have supernatural powers of thought, able to break through the shackles of Meng Potang?He looked at Lin Wei expectantly: "Tell me."

Lin Wei: "Did you receive my love letter? The high school is next door to me, right? The one who is on duty every day..."

Cheng Mo hurried up to cover Lin Wei's mouth, smiled and shook his head with Luo Zhao: "He's had Mengpo soup, don't worry about it, grandma."

Lin Wei used a lot of strength to take Cheng Mo's hand from his mouth: "Wrong? Didn't we meet in high school? Then... the head of the university art troupe? I remember I sent you an anonymous QQ message , I asked you if you like boys, is it you?"

Apart from these two people, he really couldn't figure out where he was messing around for a while.

But it's not right, these two feelings were killed in the cradle, how could they ferment into the unmanageable situation today?

Luo Zhao smiled: "Now I won't settle accounts with you."

Lin Wei: "Are you threatening me? Threats are the last thing I, Lin Wei, fear."

Thinking about how he helped Song Xin block so many peach blossoms before, and also acted as the hero of micro-movies on various occasions, how could he be afraid of other people's threats?What's more, he is still a person who wants to fall in love with him.

"I didn't mean to threaten you, I just wanted to wait for you to remember."

Luo Zhao lowered his voice, and Lin Wei smiled with satisfaction: "Following after the master, you will definitely not be short of your food and drink. You know that I have an annual card at school, right? If you can serve tea and water, I will definitely send it to you." You have one. As long as you hold that card, you can find these second generations at any time."

Cheng Mo and Song Xin smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, please take care of me."

Lin Wei's ears turned red again: "What are you talking about, although you look good, I'm not such a messy person."

"I'm not expensive, all I need is an annual card."

"Success... let's talk about it when you get out." The word "deal" has become a buzzer under the tongue, but it is taken back the moment it pops out.

Luo Zhao smiled: "We won't increase the price, we'll wait for you."

Lin Wei looked at Song Xin and Cheng Mo, and whispered to Luo Zhao, "Then let's go out and add a WeChat account."

Although the voice was low, Cheng Mo and Song Xin could still hear it clearly. Was the smile on Luo Zhao's face a smile?It was clearly the light of the beheading knife held by the executioner, it was clearly the word "kill" dropped by the county magistrate, it was clearly... meant to accumulate anger from beginning to end.

How come these two people have such a relationship between the gold master's father and the little wolf dog?And the most unexpected thing is that their brother Lin Wei is actually the patron, and classmate Luo Zhao, the eldest son of the capital's Fourth Young Master, has become... a little boy?

Luo Zhao: "Okay."

In the ten-story prison, the scene inside the prison can be described as horrible. The ghost was tied to the pillar, and the soldering iron was branded on it again and again, making a sizzling sound. It grows into flesh and continues to be baked again and again.Some people may die by suicide, the action of cutting their wrists will be repeated, and the bullets in the gun aimed at the head will continue to burst into the head from the hot muzzle of the gun. What people can feel is only a powerful pain. But it can't be done like before.

The paradise that the suicide seeks to escape is really hell.

Lin Wei hissed again and again. Not only was he afraid of ghosts, but he also couldn't see them. After seeing the crime sign, they successfully found the person who was there when the crime happened.

The ghost messenger was whipping vigorously with a barbed whip, Luo Zhao walked up to the glass door, and the ghost messenger inside felt the popularity behind him, and hurriedly turned to look at him.

"You... are you okay?"

Luo Zhao: "I want to ask him something."

Ghost messenger: "Wait a while and then sit on the tiger stool."

He handed the whip to Luo Zhao's hand: "Use it, if you are really disobedient, whip it."

Luo Zhao nodded, and took the whip in his hand. Lin Wei looked at the flesh and blood protruding from the whip, and said, "You don't want to whip him, do you? It's so cruel."

Cheng Mo and Song Xin said in their hearts: I think the person he wants to smoke may be you.

Luo Zhao smiled, "How could that be?"

Immediately, Luo Zhao lashed the whip to the ground, making a dull and crisp sound.

Lin Wei: "..." He felt the murderous aura of the mysterious man in front of him, and he was a little bit moved by what to do.

The man hanging on the pillar in front of him sneered: "Smack it, I don't care."

Luo Zhao: "I'm not here to beat you, I'll ask you what happened to you in the princess' tomb."

The man was going to bring this secret to the soil. If he would not say anything in the yang world, he would not say it in the underworld. He turned his head to one side and ignored Luo Zhao at all.

Lin Wei felt that she had promised to take Luo Zhao with her, but now she asked Luo Zhao alone, which was a little bit bad.

Adhering to the line of being close to the people in the interview, Lin Wei, the editor-director, took a step forward: "My friend, what happened to you in the princess's tomb? Can you tell us about it? If you have any difficulties, you can tell us."

The man yelled impatiently: "There is a fart problem, little red guy, get out of here!"

Naturally, Lin Wei didn't care. In this line of work, you always have to face some sarcastic remarks, right? Just as he was about to back off, Luo Zhao came up to meet him.

"Yang Tie, nicknamed Tie Tuo, a blacksmith, has been robbing tombs for 20 years. The rarest thing he has dug up is the remnants of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The son of the family inherits his father's business. His name is Yang Xiaogang. He is good at acupuncture points. Both of you are robbing the tomb of a princess. I got separated when I was here... But aren't you surprised? It's been so many years, why hasn't your son been here?"

Yang Tie looked at Luo Zhao, his throat rolled a few times, and a longing look appeared on his old face.

"You... have you seen my son?"

Luo Zhao: "I've seen it."

"But now you have lost the best chance to save your son, and you refuse to tell me what you moved."

Who is the good stubble in the graveyard?He smiled indifferently: "The underworld also has information registration, do you think I will believe you?"

Lin Wei seemed to think of something in a sudden flash of light, he said: "Your son, Yang Xiaogang? I have been to his house for dinner, he...is he not good at hand, and there is a granddaughter in your family? Is the first The second child was born, but the first child was not born..."

"I have all these in my data!"

Lin Wei: "He carries a pocket watch with you, which contains your photo..."

Yang Tie: "My photo?! Isn't it a photo of his wife and children?"

Lin Wei: "It's you, with a pipe in your mouth, a three-cornered hat, and a small ingot in your hand."

Yang Tie's eyes lit up, and he looked at Luo Zhao: "Can you really see my son?!"