Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

Later in the day, it began to rain heavily.The whole city was soaked in such rain, and gradually lost its color.

This month, there are often ruffians at the entrance of the bar to cause trouble, like autumn flies, the security guards chased them away a few times, and gradually they stopped making trouble.There was only one shriveled and wretched man who had been drunk all day long and was so drunk that he couldn't get away at the door.

Later, the security guards didn't bother to take care of him.But this time it was different, the security guard stood far away at the door and saw a familiar license plate driving over, he was in a hurry, walked up to the drunk and shouted: "Get out, let our boss see you later!"

The ruffian got up and squinted at him, and suddenly spat, "Boss? That little bastard surnamed Ji?! I even fucked his little uncle! Shouldn't he call me uncle? Where's my good nephew?" ?”

This person spoke in a very loud voice, and many people heard it for a while, and some little yellow hair who watched the excitement stopped and laughed: "Blow it and you will!"

"Blow?" The hooligan hiccupped and pointed to himself: "That beautiful wife of mine still has a scar on her waist, how could I not know?!"

I don't know who is whistling, the ruffian staggered and turned around proudly, accidentally bumped into some heel and fell, knocked his head heavily on the ground, got up cursing, and suddenly saw a pair of brand new and expensive leather shoes on the ground.

He looked up and saw the man in front of him wearing a black shirt, with one hand in his pocket, like a black mist approaching, a few strong men behind him held umbrellas, walked up, and accidentally stepped on his hand.

The hooligan gritted his teeth in pain, the man smiled slightly and leaned down: "Sorry, by the way, what did you just say?"

The room was well heated.

Luo Wenbin was covered in rain, lying wet on the ground, panting slightly like a skinned dead dog. He was thrown in the rain just now, and his internal organs were almost ruptured. He licked his back teeth, which still felt vaguely, and his eyes were bruised and swollen. I can't even see it.

He tried to crawl forward, and suddenly heard the very indifferent voice of the secretary in front of him, "Boss committed a crime and was just released from prison."

"Oh?" The figure sitting faintly in the main seat spoke, Luo Wenbin held his breath, and turned his head trembling.

It was a very beautiful face, with its chin propped up, half of it hidden in the dim light, only half of the high tail of hair could be seen.

"Boss Luo, I invite you here," the man said in a deep voice, "I really want to know what you just said?"

"No..." Luo Wenbin was completely sober at the moment. He realized what he said, and his fear ran to his bones. He shook his head as if he was alive and kicking a ghost, "I didn't!"

That man's peach blossom eyes were filled with a deep smile, and he lowered his eyes condescendingly, and suddenly lowered his body and asked, "Did Shi Yan offend you?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Luo Wenbin swallowed his saliva with his neck upturned. Seeing that he was silent, he knew he couldn't hide it, so he said tremblingly: "I just don't like him for a while, and I don't like him anymore. I didn't want to tie him up...that's right, he was the one who bumped into him himself."

"Continue." The man glanced at him with a calm tone.

"That day," Luo Wenbin said, unconsciously touching his crotch, and said embarrassingly, "I went to invite Miss Li that day, who would have thought that he would join in the fun! He said he asked me to let him go, and said that bitch... Mrs. Miss is worthless, I thought so, so I found a place to throw her down..."

The hoarse voice changed and suddenly sank: "Li Qing?"

"That's right... Later I took him to a tin garage behind the pier in the north of the city... Believe me, Mr. Ji! I didn't touch him! I didn't touch him! I really didn't touch him..." Luo Wenbin half lying on his stomach and half kneeling He cried and said, "I wanted to touch him the last day, but he was too cruel! I took off my pants and was kicked by him..." Thinking of that day, he was still trembling, and he had never seen the ticket. Not to mention sending him to prison, but also cutting off the roots of his descendants!

The man took out his lighter and lit a cigarette. After a long time, he looked up at him: "When did you start?"

Luo Wenbin touched his gray lips, lowered his head and hurriedly said: "The start is December 23rd. Three days, I stayed with him for only three days. I didn't even touch a single finger of him!"

"December 23rd..." The lighter in his hand burned to his fingertips, and the man covered his eyes with his hands and suddenly smiled, "So it's like this..."

Luo Wenbin knelt on the ground and looked at him incomprehensibly.

The secretary turned around and was worried: "Boss?"

"Please invite Boss Luo to drink tea." The man choked out the cigarette, got up, and without looking back, his voice was terribly cold: "Remember to find some of the dirtiest, sick ones."