The perfect future of rebirth

"Hey, just call me brother, and I'll do it." The guy said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng interrupted coldly: "Get out!"

"Ok?"

The flower shirt was stunned for a moment, then his face became ugly, and he turned to look at Zhao Fusheng: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were gloomy, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, looking at the flowered shirt, he said word by word: "I tell you to get out!"

"Hehe, brat, I think you are impatient." The flower shirt looked at Zhao Fusheng fiercely, and the two companions behind him also surrounded Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, as if chasing flies, he said, "Take off the arm and throw it out."

The next moment, the floral shirt felt as if he was flying!

Chapter 441

People all want to get better, the only difference is whether they can persist in making efforts to get better.

For these children who grew up in the orphanage, the video game city today carries their future. In other words, from the day she came here, Zhang Limei knew that as long as the business of the video game city is good, the younger brother in the orphanage My sister's life will be happier.

As for her own grievances, in the eyes of Zhang Limei and other girls from the orphanage, it was nothing at all.

Anyway, since I was a child, I have suffered more than one white-eyed grievance this time, and it passed after I endured it.

However, she could bear it, but Zhao Fusheng couldn't.

We always express some weird emotions to inexplicable people and things, and then attribute them to our own growth.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng might choose to watch from the sidelines when he encountered the situation today, because just like what Zhang Limei thought, it was just a small grievance. In broad daylight, these little gangsters dare not do anything. Just a little cheaper.

But why?

Should honest people suffer?

Whether it is a prodigal son in love or a green tea whore wandering around, if you are tired of playing outside and want to find an honest man to spend the rest of your life with, the honest man must be a pick-up man?

The honest man provoked whom...

"The arms are all removed and thrown out."

Accompanied by Zhao Fusheng's words, Hua Shirt suddenly found that his two companions fell limply on the ground, and then, two men with malicious intentions walked up from behind the companions, staring at him as if looking at something Like something interesting.

"I think I can lift him up with one arm." Li Kunlun said to Zhang Qian beside him, clenching his fists.

"I can too." Zhang Qian blinked, and took a deep look at the floral shirt: "Otherwise, let me punch him, just one punch."

"Can you show some face, just your fist, if you send this grandson to the hospital again, we will have to spend money to see a doctor for him."

"What's wrong, he provoked us first. Besides, I'm communicating with him with my fist."

"Using fists, communicating?"

"Nonsense, don't use your fists, why not use your mouth?"

Zhang Qian said with a chuckle, "I may be interested in women's mouths, but for men, it's better to communicate with fists..."

Hearing the shameless swear words of the two guys in his ears, Zhao Fusheng instantly had a new understanding of Zhang Qian's image, this guy is just a sullen bastard.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, throw it out."

So, the flowered shirt was thrown out.

Of course, the guy's joints had been removed.

"No matter who they are, if they dare to make trouble in the future, they will be thrown out, and they will be called to the police to catch them." Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian, Li Kunlun and others: "We open the door to do serious business, why should we look at people's faces?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but still nodded slightly, after all, Zhao Fusheng never missed what he said.

After appeasing the terrified Zhang Limei, Zhao Fusheng turned and left the video game city. Just like what Qian Dongliu said, everything is going well here, and he doesn't need to worry about anything.

Walking in the crowded shopping mall, Zhao Fusheng felt a little lonely for no reason.

In fact, loneliness is a kind of feeling, sometimes it comes out of nowhere, even in a very lively place, occasionally there will be such a feeling.

A lonely person has a calm heart and cold eyes. Even though there are countless people laughing and laughing around him, he seems to be in the void.

That feeling of loneliness often drives people crazy.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes has such a feeling that he is in an unreal world, and the people around him, whether they are laughing or talking, whether they are happy, angry or sad, have nothing to do with him.

At this time, he was really calm.

For many people, this may be hypocritical.

Everyone sees the world differently. People are born to be lonely. It is estimated that many people may not understand this truth.

It's like sharing happiness with the wrong person, it becomes a show; sharing sadness with the wrong person becomes hypocritical, even a joke.

Some irony is a high-level entertainment. Those who don't understand it take it as a compliment, and those who understand it take it as humor.

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhao Fusheng looked at the phone number on it, and wanted to find someone to chat with, but found that he couldn't tell anyone what he wanted to say.

Perhaps this is the real loneliness, and there is no one to talk to or read.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory.

"You bastard, where did you go wild after running out all day?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Don't mention it, I played with my sister in the playground all day, and was scolded by my mother at night."

"Haha, you deserve it. Auntie should teach you a lesson." Wen Yu gloated.

For this, Zhao Fusheng could only give him a middle finger in return, and then cursed this guy silently. When dating Han Meimei, it was either windy or hailstorm.

"By the way, Lao Wang hasn't come to class these two days, do you know what happened?" Wen Yu asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, and shook his head: "I don't know, isn't he with his girlfriend?"

In the past few days, Wang Zhen didn't come to school for class, but he could get through on the phone, saying that he was with his girlfriend, and he didn't say anything extra, so everyone didn't ask any more.

Now that Wen Yu mentioned it, Zhao Fusheng felt a little strange.

"Let me make another call." Wen Yu thought for a while and said to Zhao Fusheng.

After all, he and Wang Zhen have been hanging out together before. Although they may be a little bit distant because of having a girlfriend, if there is something, it is impossible not to care.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, watching Wen Yu on the phone.