Sister, you miss me

For the next half an hour, Yang Feng had been tired of Qiao Xuan's warm and comfortable arms. From time to time, he secretly opened his eyes and saw Qiao Xuan's blushing pretty face.

However, during this half an hour, a lot of things happened.

The car carrying the drug dealers and hostages had just left, and Dong Yong, who had witnessed all of this, laughed loudly, made a rental, and went straight to Sister Hu's salon.

When she arrived, there were two tables of guests at the barbecue stall of Sister Hu. It was not closed yet, and the eldest daughter Xiaolin was there to help.

Dong Yongcheng arrogantly found a place to sit down and patted the table: "Menu."

Hu Xiaolin was ignorant.

When Dong Yongcheng yelled for the second time, Hu Cuihua retorted: "Oh, who's that! Dong Yongcheng, you still want to eat barbecue? Are you rich? You have all your money out of it?"

Two tables, dozens of guests, dozens of glances at Dong Yongcheng, his look like a person, a ghost, and a ghost can speak for the image of "addicts and smokers".

"What do you look at! Auch ——" Dong Yongcheng has a pair of bruises on his wrists, which are given by Yang Feng and Qiao Xuan. At this moment, it is still a painful pain. When I think of this, I don’t get angry, and I think of myself. The reason for coming.

"Cuihua, as the saying goes, a husband and wife will have a hundred days of grace in one day, we still have a love crystallization, you talk to me about money, it's too strange!"

It turned out to be a husband and wife!The gazes of the guests were more searching.

"You are invincible if you are the most humble!" Hu Cuihua nodded bitterly, "Dong Yongcheng, can you be more shameless and lower?"

"Hu Cuihua, how can you be like this, how can you slander your child's father like this!" Dong Yongcheng asked with a smile, and the purpose of his trip was to ridicule.

"Dong Yongcheng!" Hu Xiaolin was trembling with anger, "Yes, you have a child with your mother, but what about the marriage you promised? Have you fulfilled your obligations as a father?"

"Xiao Lin, no big or small, how can you talk to me like this, after all, I'm still your mother's... mother's man!"

"Dong Yongcheng, that was just the past. Now, you are the enemy of our family." Hu Xiaolin looked at the two tables of guests. "Everyone, please be your testimony today. This person is Dong Yongcheng, who is my mother’s boyfriend. He eats my mother's and lives with my mother. He hasn't mentioned marriage for a long time. Every time my mother mentioned it, he said he would get the certificate when he had a child."

Hu Cuihua closed his eyes. This is a tragic life experience and the scar of the soul that he least wants to touch.

"Hu Xiaolin, you shut up!"

"Scumbag, shut up!" A guest glared at Dong Yongcheng, then smiled at Hu Xiaolin, "Little sister, continue."

Hu Xiaolin nodded gratefully: "Dong Yongcheng is an out-and-out scumbag. After my mother became pregnant with the child, he disappeared. However, just today, he came back again, and he was infected during the period of disappearance. Being addicted to drugs, it was not his conscience to find out that he came back to steal money."

"What, it's still not a human being!"

"It's the same for drug users, and the six relatives don't recognize the drug addiction."

"There is always a time to be sober, this kind of person is not worthy of being a person at all."

"..."

The guests babbled and spoke viciously, which was tantamount to Ling Chi. Dong Yongcheng clenched his fists, wishing to plunge his head into his crotch.

Hu Xiaolin looked at the guests and said loudly, "Thank you. You are right. Dong Yongcheng is not worthy of being a human being. He is a scumbag and a beast. If not, he should know how hard my mother is. She is a woman and has no proper career. He has to raise two children. He actually wants to steal money from his mother. Isn't this breaking our life! Tiger poison does not eat children, he is inferior to a beast!"

"Enough!" Dong Yongcheng slapped the table and stood up. His thin chest was violently up and down, and the drug addicts were already irritable. Now that his meager self-esteem was trampled repeatedly, Dong Yongcheng was outraged.

"Why? Speaking of your sore spots? I want to hit or kill, I'm not afraid of you!" Hu Xiaolin straightened up her immature chest and confronted Dong Yongcheng tit for tat.

Dong Yongcheng suddenly smiled in anger: "Haha, I almost forgot the purpose of coming here, I am in a very good mood today, because there is a good thing to inform you."

Everyone is quite uncomfortable with Dong Yongcheng's change, especially the mother and daughter of Hu, the second monk is simply confused.

"What's the matter?" Hu Cuihua couldn't help asking.

Dong Yongcheng laughed "poof", and then laughed loudly: "I know, why aren't your mothers afraid of me? Isn't it just a little white face?"

"Shut up!" Hu Cuihua's face paled with anger, Dong Yongcheng's words were so vicious that even his daughter Xiaolin was taken with him.

"What are you excited about?" Dong Yongcheng smiled and shook his head, "Hu Cuihua, do you know how your little white face is now?"

"What happened to Xiao Yang?"

"What happened to Brother Yang?"

Hu Cuihua's mother and daughter spoke in unison.

"Haha, there is such a tacit understanding, I still don't admit it." Dong Yongcheng shook his head and sighed: "Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Hu Cuihua, when you were a concubine, you never considered your daughter."

"You fart, what happened to Xiao Yang?"

"Yes! The dog can't spit out ivory, just say, what happened to Brother Yang?"

"Look at you two bitches in a hurry, that kid Yang Feng can't come back!"

"What's going on!" The mother and daughter agreed again.

"I just took a couple of mouthfuls for fun. He was nosy, and brought a policewoman who wanted to catch me. By the way, here's one thing to add, Hu Cuihua, your little white face doesn't know how many boats you have stepped on."

"What happened?" Hu Xiaolin urged.

"Brother Biao knows, he ran into Brother Biao's business, Brother Biao was besieged by the police, and your concubine was taken hostage by Brother Biao." Dong Yongcheng smiled triumphantly, "I want to fight Laozi, but he is still tender. Even the gods are helping me. You should know that if you are hostage of Brother Biao, what else can you end up doing?"

"What?" Hu Cuihua couldn't help taking a step back. Of course, she knew that Yang Feng dealt with Dong Yongcheng to relieve her mother and daughter's worries. In this way, Yang Feng had three long and two shortcomings, and the culprit was her. Blame it.

"Mom, this...it's not true, Brother Yang will be fine." Hu Xiaolin's eyes were red, and she was worried.

Dong Yongcheng shook his head: "Look at you mother and daughter, it's really a virtue. You can't live without a man? Or else, you can take care of me, maybe..."

"Fuck!" Hu Cuihua shouted, holding a cleaver in his hand, and rushed directly at Dong Yongcheng.

"Ah -" Dong Yongcheng exclaimed, hugged his head and fled, ran a dozen meters away, turning around and cursing: "Hu Cuihua, you are crazy."

"Dong Yongcheng, you kill a thousand knives. From now on, don't let me see you again, otherwise, my old lady will kill you with a knife, and then immediately commit suicide, telling you that this day is no longer possible, I have had enough. I have long wanted to live!"

After all, Hu Cuihua threw a knife and took Dong Yongcheng straight. Dong Yongcheng jumped to the side and escaped.

"Mad, crazy..." He shook his head, cursed and cursed a few words, then buckled his waist and walked away dejectedly.

Dong Yongcheng walked out about 100 meters, looked back at Sister Hu’s barbecue stall, touched her shriveled belly, swallowed a few mouthfuls, as if he could smell the smell of meat mixed with cumin here, his belly Called out of despair.

Tonight’s dinner hasn’t settled yet!

Dong Yongcheng turned his head and left, desperate and listless. The street lamp stretched his lone figure very long, like a lonely stray dog, lingering and living a day.

...

Wang Datong, Park Zhongsheng, and Jin Zishan watched Yang Feng being robbed.

Wang Datong asked, what should I do if the fourth child is taken away?

Jin Zishan said, thinking of ways separately.

Park Zhongsheng glanced at Jin Zishan and agreed.

"Separate? What can I think of?" Wang Datong shook his head.

"Lao Wang followed the second child."

Park Jong-sung glanced at Jin Zishan again and shrugged: "Well, I have no problem."

Jin Zishan went to a North Korean restaurant, and Park Jong-sung went to a taekwondo gym.

Half an hour later, the boss of the North Korean restaurant Jin Zishan bowed his head and stood in front of Jin Zishan: "Young master, his subordinates are not doing well, please punish you."

"Lost?"

"Yes!"

"waste!"

"Yes!" Boss Jin dropped his head lower.

"If my brother has any shortcomings, I will ask for you."

"Yes!"

"Keep looking, at any cost."

"Yes!"

"Can you change the line?"

"Young Master, yes, no, yes, is it..."

Seeing Boss Jin speaking incoherently and sweating profusely, Jin Zishan couldn't help but wiped his forehead, then waved his hand, Boss Jin left as if he were amnesty.

...

Park Zhongsheng stayed in a taekwondo gym called "Tianji", but he was not idle and changed his clothes. Within half an hour, he knocked down a dozen people, and Wang Datong's eyes almost fell off.

At this moment, a black man with a size of 1.9 meters is working as a sparring partner for Park Zhongsheng.

Then, the owner of the museum hurried in: "President."

"Speak!" Park Zhongsheng stopped.

Wang Datong is completely messed up. Park Jong-sung is really hidden. He is the president at a young age. The owner of the pavilion is so respectful to him. This Taekwondo gym is 80% his property. In Wang Datong’s impression, This taekwondo gym called Tianji is definitely the highest-grade boxing gym he has ever seen.

"President, we..."

"did not find?"

"There is no clue." The curator replied with his head lowered.

"Stupid pig, a bunch of useless things." Park Zhongsheng twisted his hips and raised his hips. A sturdy, 1.9-meter black man was actually kicked.

Wang Datong opened his mouth wide in shock, and found that the curator with half-white hair was shaking.

Park Zhongsheng took a deep breath: "Keep on searching, the capital is just this big, you better pray that my brother is okay, otherwise..."

"President, your brother must be fine, I'll go down and make arrangements."

The elderly museum owner stumbled away. Wang Datong stared at Park Zhongsheng with wide eyes, and said in a bitter voice, "Old... second child, what kind of a big person you are!"

Park Zhongsheng shook his head: "Lao Wang, don't think too much about it, it's just that there is some money at home. In fact, no matter what my identity, I hope that our brotherhood is pure."

"I hope that the fourth child will be able to turn a good luck this time, and die into prosperity." Wang Datong closed his eyes and kept drawing a cross on his chest.