Sister, you miss me

With a long sigh, Yang Feng opened the suitcase, an old-fashioned plum blossom mechanical watch stopped at six o'clock, and a thread-bound "Hong Quan" boxing book, nothing more.

Yang Feng thought for a while, took off the Omega from He Shaotang on his wrist, put on the old-fashioned Titoni watch, shook his wrist slightly, the Titoni watch that had been stopped for some time moved again, the ticking sound of gear meshing was very clear.

Putting on this watch, Yang Feng felt a strange feeling, as if Zhao Qianyu never left, just like the past twenty years, in a corner, silently watching himself.

Then, he opened the wooden box and studied the gold-plated Browning from Huo Yunting.

7. 65mm caliber, with a spare magazine, the magazine is filled with ten yellow and orange bullets, the launch port has a faint smell of gun oil.

Putting on a gun-holding look like James Bond's classic poker bag, not to mention, the mood is a bit depressed, and he said how good it would be to have this gun, maybe Zhao Qianyu would not have to die.

Browning was sent into the storage ring, only to find that there was a wolf head ring lying quietly inside, which was the relic of Xing Wood Wolf.

Opened the boxing sheet handily, there were words and images, like Zhao Qianyu's hand-painted handwriting, Yang Feng looked at it, and it seemed that Zhao Qianyu and Xing Timberwolves were fighting against each other, as well as Li Hu's.

Just like playing a movie, every frame can be paused and played back.

After watching it along, watching it backwards, fast forward and fast rewinding and watching again, Yang Feng danced in the room and imitated.

...

The environment is born from the heart.

Obviously it is the thriving early summer season, but Zhao Baogang uttered: The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sorrowful.

Obviously the moon is shining on the river, but he said: The moonlight is like frost.

The son is dead.

The old man did what he said, and he really broke off the relationship with his daughter and son-in-law in the newspaper.

The little nanny also lost contact.

Standing barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the dark room, Zhao Baogang suddenly felt that he was abandoned by this world, there was nothing left, no meaning to live, no reason to live, he thought of death.

Shengsheng smashed a goblet, ignoring the blood in the palm of his right hand, pinching a fragment, and repeatedly gesturing on his wrist with the street lamp outside the window.

At this moment, he hesitated again, considering whether to choose a more comfortable way of death.

In movies and television, suicide by cutting the wrist usually chooses to lie in the bathtub, which seems to reduce the pain.

Sleeping pills and red wine should be a good choice. There are a lot of red wine at home. You have to buy sleeping pills right now. People will not sell them if they are too many.

Jumping off the building can't do it, it will become horrible.

Like jumping in the river, it will be eaten by fish and shrimp, even if you don't eat it, it will be horrible after being soaked in water.

Hanged?The tongue will be exposed, even if it is a ghost, it will not be taken back.

...

Suddenly, Zhao Baogang found sadly that it was not easy to find death.

However, he really has nothing to love, and he still wants to die.

Zhao Baogang is an activist who wants to do it.

He immediately put in a bathtub of hot water; opened a bottle of Lafite in 1983; found a sharp fruit knife in the kitchen and repeatedly disinfected it with 84; shaved his beard clean; simply drafted a will, Donate all property under the name to charity.

After finishing all this, he lay down in the bathtub with his clothes and leather shoes on his feet. While tasting the expensive Lafite, he browsed hot news with his mobile phone. Finally, he came up with a whim that he wanted to take a picture of his suicide. To the circle of friends.

Suddenly, he lost interest again, because he once again sadly discovered that he had no circle of friends.

After reading the news, the phone was thrown aside, and a bottle of Lafite basically bottomed out. Zhao Baogang was a little dizzy. He picked up the fruit knife, raised his left wrist, and gestured back and forth.

At this moment, he cried. The faces of grandpa, father, mother, and son flashed in front of him like lanterns, and all the happy, painful, proud, frustrated, various experiences and memories in this short life. When it was over, he gritted his teeth and cut the skin of his wrist with a fruit knife.

"His—" He still felt the pain, he put the wound in hot water, the pain eased, and he was about to continue cutting.

"I'm here, my relatives." Zhao Baogang burst into tears, using his right hand hard.

"Namu Amitabha, Nammu Amitabha..." The mobile phone suddenly called, Zhao Baogang threw away the fruit knife and picked up the mobile phone to connect.

"Gangzi, you have to hold on, there is no flame mountain that you can't get past." The old classmate said earnestly.

Zhao Baogang's fragile and cold heart was immediately filled with warmth, and he was moved to the ground: "Brother, thank you!"

"The kid who killed Xiao Liang went to Hong Kong."

"Is the news reliable?"

"What am I doing?"

"Brother, you are my brother!"

"Hey, brother can only help you so much!"

"There has always been a lot of icing on the cake, and less charcoal in the snow. As soon as the announcement came out, how many subordinates who had previously bowed to their knees are now retreating to me, like seeing a plague. So, your love has been written down."

"Okay, okay, you can figure it out."

The old classmate hung up the phone, he couldn't stand Zhao Baogang's babbling.Where did the old classmate know that he pulled Zhao Baogang back from the ghost gate with a call.

In fact, this can't blame Zhao Baogang, who can he confide in his heart?

The cut just wasn't deep, and the blood didn't flow by itself.

Zhao Baogang didn't want to die anymore, he found a reason to live-revenge, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, and desperate revenge.

Zhao Baogang thought of two-pronged approach, he first called Alpha.

"His Royal Highness Alpha, I am your friend Zhao Baogang."

"Oh, Deputy Mayor Zhao, what's the matter?"

"I have a message, I want to share it with you."

"You said."

"Qin Zhong's only son, Yang Feng, is now in Hong Kong. Should you do something?"

"Why, you still cling to the hatred of the past."

"I don't understand, is your Highness willing to deceive yourself and others."

"What do you mean?"

"If that kid knew what you did back then, would he be indifferent."

"You threaten me."

"No, I will always treat you as a friend. I have decided to use my entire life for revenge, so please help me."

"Why are you so resolute? Did you forget the revenge fund that I said, even if you kill him, you won't die."

"He forced my son to death, and I want him to die! I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of death!"

"So, I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"What can I do?"

"You can do a lot, and so do I. Our common goal is to make that kid's soul break the Pearl of the Orient, so that Qin Zhong, who is still serving his sentence, will not want to live and regret not having it."

"Deal."

...

Yang Feng, sweating profusely, just showered, and the doorbell rang.

"Chen Long, stop making trouble!" Yang Feng said impatiently.

The doorbell continued to ring.

"Damn!" Yang Feng pulled a towel around his waist, went to the door and opened the door, and a woman pressed on him.

"Hong Xin, what are you doing."

I just practiced a little too much, this will make my whole body limp, and Hong Xin tripped on the carpet, and was actually crushed by her.

The door clicked and closed automatically.

Leopard-print black silk has big waves, turbulent, plump and slim, red lips are plump, and eyes are like silk. The two of them are almost separated by a layer of tulle. What's more, Yang Feng looks up slightly and you can see Black lace, bottomless career line.

"Hong Xin, you..." Yang Feng was a little annoyed, and his whole body was sour and soft, but he was hard in one place.

The two were intimate, Hong Xin naturally felt Yang Feng's physiological reaction, and smiled confidently. In the end, he was full of blood and couldn't withstand stalking, but so.

"Xiaofeng..." Hong Xin bit her lip, frowned her eyebrows, her eyes were boundless with spring: "My sister fell in love with you the first time she saw you."

"You never asked me..." Yang Feng wanted to get up, stretched out his hand and pushed, never thinking that it was actually holding a soft thing.

"Hate!" Hong Xin said greasyly, but pressed the back of Yang Feng's hand.

Yang Feng's face flushed, and he pulled his hand away.

Reinstall, see how long you can last?Hong Xin sneered in her heart, but panted again and again, grabbing Yang Feng's wrist with both hands.

"You..." Yang Feng was tight, and he had never encountered such a fatal and stimulating tease.

"Relax!" Hong Xin bit his ear, and her voice was soft enough to melt everything, "Life is too short, so enjoy in time, obey your heart, and leave it to instinct."

The soft hair brushed across the neck, and the tender tongue licked his chest, piercing the bones that had never happened before, causing Yang Feng to bite his teeth, clenched his fists, his body stiff, and his feet straight.

This woman is so fucking capable!As Yang Feng clenched his teeth, suddenly felt that the bath towel was lifted.

I was cold, my mind regained clarity for a moment, and a few pure and innocent smiling faces appeared before my eyes. When Hong Xin lifted up the leopard skirt, Yang Feng bent his knees.

Hong Xin was taken aback for a while, looked at Yang Feng's face, but found a light cloud.

"you……"

Yang Feng sat up, wrapped the bath towel, gently lifted up the dumbfounded Hong Xin, and said: "It's rude, I change my clothes."

Yang Feng walked into the bathroom, walking calmly.

Hong Xin looked at the back of Yang Feng's departure, with many thoughts.

A man who can control his lower body is definitely a great man. This kid has this kind of concentration at a young age, and he will definitely be a great person in the future.

As soon as Yang Feng entered the door, he closed the door, he slammed his heart, and secretly called out the danger!

Turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on his face, the flame in his body was finally extinguished.Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Feng waved his fist and gave himself a thumbs up.

However, he suddenly had an idea. Compared with Hong Xin, Chen Lin was a little bit behind. Wang Bingqian was just a baby, and if he had the opportunity, he needed training.

All things in the world are knowledge, including bed matters.

Faced with the charming and sultry Hong Xin again, Yang Feng is already dressed properly, calmly and calmly.

"any drinks?"

Hong Xin knew she was a complete failure tonight, but she admired this young man a little. She shook her head and stretched out a hand: "Xiao Feng, I hope I can be friends with you. Excuse me, goodbye."

"I will give it to you."

Seeing Hong Xin being sent out by the gift, Hong Tian closed his phone and laughed, the manipulator forcefully pressed a young head under him.

This is Hong Tian’s bedroom, and here is Hong Tian’s bedroom. On the extravagant European-style palace bed, a young enchanting and curvy woman is lying on Hong Tian’s shriveled legs, waiting for the Hong Tian. A veritable earth emperor.