His personality is not good

Gu Lizhou squinted his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, "You just switched from 301 to 306. Is this ticket sold too darkly? Bullying me?"

Why bully! ?

Zhong Weishi has a new understanding of the word "shameless".

"One minute on stage, ten years off stage. Just now it was practice. This time it's a performance. Can it be the same?" Zhong Weishi stuffed the money into his pocket, "If you want to watch it all, you have to pay more."

It was the first time that Gu Lizhou had seen such a boy at such an age, he smiled and took out his wallet.

Before he came to City B, he happened to go to the bank to get money once, and there was a stack of brand new Grandpa Mao in it, at least two or three thousand.

Zhong Weishi stared out, and then heard the deep voice of the other party: "Money is not a problem, it depends on your performance, if you are satisfied, these are all yours."

"..." The more I listened to this line, the worse it got.

The young version of Qin Wuye!

Zhong Weishi stepped back to the gate of 301 without thinking much at all.

A few somersaults are nothing to him, not to mention that this is the first time anyone is willing to pay to watch him somersault.

"It's good."

Zhong Weishi raised his trousers, full of posture, "Let me show you what is called a whirlwind..."

Since he was standing too far away, Gu Lizhou couldn't hear the next few words clearly, so he just leaned on the edge of the balcony, watching the boy who said "None of your business" with a stern face kicking the ground with one leg Leap into the air.

A nice side flip.

Immediately afterwards, there were several consecutive front flips with perfect posture, and the boy's palms did not touch the ground at all.

Gu Lizhou wondered if there were springs under his feet.

The boy's legs were slender and extremely explosive. When he rolled over, he was wrapped in a gust of wind, tearing the air in front of him.

Gu Lizhou stared intently, and the acrobatic performance he saw on TV not long ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

This man's performance is more than equal, and all kinds of somersaults are seamlessly connected, which is dazzling.

Close viewing brings a more powerful visual impact.

The boy didn't stop after turning over to the door of 306, but walked forward with his hands on his head.

The calf is slightly bent to maintain balance, and the speed is quite fast.

When he arrived at the gate of 303, his ears were already red with blood.

The boy smiled provocatively at him.

The night breeze passed by the ears, with a bit of coolness, it took away the fatigue and irritability during the day.

Gu Lizhou saw the boy's T-shirt slide from his waist to his chest bit by bit, revealing a large stretch of tight muscles. When breathing, his lower abdomen retracted slightly, probably because he was holding back his energy.

The current posture is not sexy, but it does have a good figure.

Zhong Weishi's eyes were fixed on the ground, trying to maintain his balance, his elbows were already trembling slightly.

Gu Lizhou stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head, and saw the shallow groove on his lower back...

"What are you laughing at? I'm as happy as a two hundred and five." After Cao Zhiheng cleaned up the dishes and came out of the kitchen, he saw Gu Lizhou staring at his mobile phone, laughing foolishly.

"Good stuff." Gu Lizhou dragged the progress bar back to the starting point.

Cao Zhiheng saw a boy in the picture, walking upside down, the lines around his arms and waist were tense.

It's the kid in 301.

I don't know how long it lasted, the T-shirt almost covered my face, it looked so pitiful.

Gu Lizhou's slightly hoarse and unserious voice suddenly came from the side, "It's great, come and get the money."

Zhong Weishi didn't expect that the little boy would be 303's friend who was engaged in art—in his worldview, all those who can make money without leaving home are artists.

What's more unexpected is that this little boy is quite generous when he makes a move.

A full 2000 yuan.

A stack of Grandpa Mao with a Mona Lisa smile was just handed to him.

"Take it, your ticket money, don't say I bully you."

Zhong Weishi tugged at the waist of his trousers, and when he walked over, he smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

That little boy's craving for cigarettes seems to be quite strong, and after a few somersaults, he is already on his second cigarette.

But it is the same as smoking, and different grades of cigarettes will have different smells when they stick to people. He remembers the strong and choking smell of tobacco when he walked into the Internet cafe, and he also smelled the faint smell of cigarettes on a certain famous artist. smoke.

The little boy smoked an unknown brand of cigarettes, and he had to get close to smell it.

Seems like nothing.

There is even a little bit of good smell.

Zhong Weishi felt that his nose was probably because the filter function was automatically turned on by the appearance of this stack of Grandpa Mao.

For a person who eats his last meal and has no next meal, 2000 yuan is considered a huge sum of money, but it is not safe to collect this money. After hesitating for a long time, he only drew one from the top.

"One hundred is enough, otherwise I will bully you."

Gu Lizhou smiled and said nothing, turned around and turned into 303.

The little boy looks pretty when he smiles, a bit like a star.Zhong Weishi lay on the bed thinking.

No, you can't think that someone is a good person just because they gave you the ticket money!

Zhong Weishi began to wonder about the job of that little boy.

He checked the calendar on his mobile phone. The day he met Xiaobailian for the first time happened to be a working day.

Is it also an artist?

No, no, no, what normal person would throw money like this?

Zhong Weishi recalled Xiaobailian's original words: "Money is not a problem, it depends on your performance, if you are satisfied, these are all yours."

The brain is like a bubble.

His tone of voice and demeanor are quite flat.

Zhong Weishi thinks that the greater possibility is the dude, the rich and powerful second generation...

But why did the rich second generation come to live in such a shabby place?

Run away from marriage! ?

The reality version of "The Rich Young Master's Escape from Marriage"! ?

Zhong Weishi turned over, thinking that it is better to think about how to spend tomorrow first.

The WIFI upstairs was very stuck, and it took about ten minutes for the rental page to load.

No news.

When I want to refresh to find a job again, the page prompts that I am not connected to the network.

Holding instant noodles in one hand, Zhong Weishi squatted on the balcony of 401 to watch group news.

[Huangfu]: What do you think of the decision to lure Ergou out with a beauty trick?

[Da Fei]: Very good, my minister seconded!

[Viagra]: So where can I find a beauty?

Zhong Weishi smiled and cursed crazy, and looked up the chat history.

It turned out that when Qiangzi and the others were squatting in the Fenglin community last night, they saw a man suspected of Ergou.

A clue so soon?

Anyway, idle is idle, Zhong Weishi became interested in beauty tricks.

[Wei Shi]: Tomorrow I will borrow a set of clothes from my friends in the film crew, Da Fei, just sacrifice a bit.

[Da Fei]: No, no, I can't... I've never pretended to be a woman...

[Huangfu]: Big mistake!Have you forgotten what I told you?The word no can never exist in a man's dictionary!

For the first time, Dafei was blessed to his heart: How about you come?

[Huangfu]: My body does not allow it, otherwise I will come and I will come.

[Wei Shi]: Da Fei, don't you want to experience the feeling of wearing a skirt once?