Quick travel: Boss, have the guts to fight me!

Chapter 255 The Underworld Godmother (30)

Xin Jiujiu drove him to the door, and Shen Jie put his arms on the door frame to stop the molesting and anti-molesting.

"I won't make trouble anymore, don't chase me away, I have serious business!"

"what's up?"

"About that business!"

In the quiet space, the man smoked with the window open and exhaled a thin puff of smoke. The woman sat on the dressing table, playing with the imitation Mauser pistol.

Just now, they formulated a plan for arms trading. If possible, this would be the first pot of gold for the second generation of rogues to start their own businesses.

"Heaven knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, when the time comes, I will give you someone..."

"Gao Fei didn't even tell, so he just discussed with me. Brother J put his bet on the family, so he wouldn't be afraid of losing his fortune?"

"That's what you said. Don't doubt anyone who is suspicious of you, but don't be suspicious of those who employ you! But if...you dare to slander me, as long as I don't die, you won't be able to live!"

Shen Jie turned around suddenly, and slapped Xin Jiujiu on the Mauser that Xin Jiujiu was playing with. Xin Jiujiu was startled, and the pistol was just like that, and was pressed to death by the opponent on the table.

"Sister-in-law, I still want to...fuck you!"

"..."

The murderous aura at that moment just now has completely changed into an unscrupulous ruffian at this moment, making people suddenly think that what happened just now was an illusion, but his hand was indeed pressed on the gun...

Xin Jiujiu's fingers trembled: "I want to learn how to shoot, will you? Find me a teacher to teach me!"

"Ok?"

"If I were the Shanghai Gun King, you would have died by my hands [-] times just now!"

What he said was that just now he turned his back to her like this, and she was playing with a gun. If she wanted to kill him, it would be so easy!
Shen Jie paused, took a puff of the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, pinched Xin Jiujiu's chin, and kissed it without hesitation, Xin Jiujiu's eyes widened.

Fuck, is it disgusting? !
I've seen people feeding chocolate to each other, I've seen people eating a piece of noodles, but I haven't seen people feeding cigarettes yet!

roll! ! !Let me go, I'm choking to death...

"Cough cough cough..."

Xin Jiujiu clutched his chest, coughed violently, and did not realize that tears were bursting from the corners of his eyes. He greeted Shen Jie's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but he still couldn't calm down.

"Shen Jie! Are you fucking sick?!"

She was angry, angry at his perverse behavior, angry at his unrestrained speech, angry at him forcibly entering her heart.

But he was amused by her annoyed look and burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Neuropathy!"

"I love my sister-in-law's swearing!"

"abnormal!"

In the world, there is such a kind of people, who are neither serious nor serious.

This time, Xin Jiujiu didn't care about how Shen Jie behaved, and threw him out decisively.

The two doors were closed and the bolts were inserted, and she leaned against the doorframe, thinking quietly.

The next day, the weather was still fine, and it was a week in the blink of an eye.

The sorbet sold by black foreigners uses cream and cheese and is sweet and greasy. After a child eats it once, he will never eat mung bean soup or crushed ice again.

"Grandmother, I want to eat ice cream, I want to eat ice cream..."

One dime for an ice cream is enough for his father to drive a rickshaw for a mile. How could a woman be willing to buy ice cream for her child.

If the child refuses to obey, he must be beaten and scolded.

"Little red follower, if you take off the coffin and go home, you will be hanged and beaten by your father!"

The woman's scolding was accompanied by the child's crying, but at this moment, the two young masters walked by, and the young master dropped a dime, not too much, not too little, enough to buy an ice cream...

The woman rolled her eyes, walked over quietly, stepped on a dime, and waited until the two young masters disappeared on the street before picking up the money.

"Little B, adopted son, just once!"

(End of this chapter)