Good looks are amazing

A few minutes later, Zhanchi's family rode a motorcycle and headed north.The night wind blew up his punk jacket, exposing the tight vest inside, and even the outline of his abdominal muscles could be clearly seen.

The black helmet reflected the street lights, and the facial features could not be seen clearly, but those who have seen it, nine out of ten would be fascinated by his handsome ruffian.

After four, five, and 10 minutes, eight people walked into a food stall and put together two tables by themselves. They seemed to be regular customers.

"Brother, you haven't been here for a long time, are you still the same?" The fat boss quickly came over with the menu to greet him. This street is under the control of this person, and no one can offend him.

The Zhanchi family nodded casually, "Give me a bowl of fried rice first, I'm starving to death." Then, he took out his phone and sent the video to the other party.

"Okay, brother, wait a moment, I'll be here soon." The fat boss trotted to the kitchen and started frying rice.

"Stinging head, beer, I'm thirsty." Zhanchi's family looked at the empty glass, and licked their lips. They haven't drank water since they got there at eight o'clock.

"Brother, here." The stab head handed the wine to Zhanchi's family, watching the video on the mobile phone showing that the video was successfully sent, he was very happy, "Brother, this time it's done, each person can get [-] to [-]."

Zhanchi's family glanced at him, smiled and scalped him, "This time I got the money, you little bastards give me a good rest and let Yanyan and Brother Ba teach you well."

Thinking that 100 million will be credited to the account immediately, the Zhanchi family's mood is extremely beautiful, and the whole person is at ease.

"No problem, as long as I can get the money, I can wash Brother Ba's feet." The stabbing head slapped the table, with a look of resignation, which caused a group of people to laugh.

"Brother, your fried rice." The fat boss brought the fried rice to Zhanchi's family, along with side dishes he made himself.

Although it was midnight, this street was full of evening business, and there were quite a few people.There was social news on TV, about domestic violence, a man sent his wife to ICU.

"This kind of man is not a man at all. If he is so powerful, why don't he beat up little devils? I don't like these wife beaters the most. The daughter-in-law just uses it to hurt you. Do you think it's my brother?" Huang Mao angry.What he watched most often were TV dramas in the period of the Republic of China, and he had a deep-seated hatred for a certain country.

The Zhanchi family nodded, with fried rice in their mouths, and said vaguely, "I have beaten everyone in my life, but I have never beaten a woman. I will lose my position. Changing channels, I despise this kind of man the most. .”

Huang Mao turned on the TV with the remote control, turned on a few channels, and suddenly saw Luo Yiyi's news, "Brother, brother, you are a goddess."

When the Zhanchi family heard this, they immediately raised their heads and stopped eating.The entertainment news was on the TV. Luo Yiyi accepted the endorsement of building materials, which was a newly expanded business of Qiao's. As soon as the paparazzi heard the news, they said that she had a relationship with the senior management of Qiao's.

The Zhanchi family smiled disdainfully, lowered their heads and continued to eat, "I don't like these paparazzi the most. There are so many things to talk about after receiving endorsements. But my goddess is really busy. She has received two similar jobs. You say, her fans I see, which one should I buy and which one should I not? The other family is actually willing to do it, these days, everything is possible.”

The other seven looked at Zhanchi's house together, as if something strange had happened.The one they smashed just now seems to be endorsed by Luo Yiyi, and it seems that Luo Yiyi also took over the family.

The Zhanchi family reacted belatedly, and immediately threw away the spoon in their hands, took out the poster pinned to their waist, looked at the brand under the poster, and it read "Qiao's Xinyi Building Materials Co., Ltd." impressively.

"Jia, my brother, the president of Qiao's, are you married? With a girl who is 160 in height and 180 in weight, a local girl?" Statou was sitting next to Zhanchi's family, and he could see clearly.

"Put it down, I've seen a picture of that woman's husband, the couple don't look too much alike..." As he spoke, Zhanchi's cell phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, he immediately picked it up, with a not very good tone, "Hello."

The person on the opposite side spoke a strong dialect and spoke a little aggressively, but the general meaning was that he made a mistake, that store was 321, not 327.