stand shoulder to shoulder

Tao Li clutched his buttocks and wanted to turn around, but his hands were grabbed, and then the beating began.

The people who were swaying around left the stage in a panic, the DJ stopped the music, and his screams resounded in the bar.

Tao Li had never been beaten in public before, and Yagar didn't come to help. He was angry and in pain. After he broke free, he copied a wine bottle and was about to turn around and fight——

His eyes fell into the cold chestnut eyes.The owner of the eyes has all his hair combed back, showing his arrogant facial features, whoever it is if it's not Berlusconi.

Taoli was stunned for a moment, the bottle drooping down, but when he saw clearly the tool Berlusconi used to hit him, which was the rubber strip he solicitously lifted all the way yesterday, he raised the bottle again and asked, "You What are you doing hitting me!"

Berlusconi was not timid at all. The old man was turning his wrist on the ground, as if he was warming up. He smiled perfunctorily at Taoli: "Brother, do you want to drive the simulator in the bar?"

Tao Li's anger was extinguished by the flood, and he looked away guiltily.

"I'm also today... Aww!!"

Taoli ran around in pain. He had no face to start a fight with Berlusconi, so he wanted to run away, but Berlusconi, with his long hands and long legs, grabbed him casually, pushed him down on the sofa, and Black tape pumping.

"You still lied to me, I've watched the surveillance video, and you've only been driving the simulator for two days."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." If you are lazy, you will be beaten, so telling the truth, isn't it the same as going into a coffin?Taoli buried her head in the couch, refusing to face reality.

The bar manager came late with security guards, and when he saw this scene of "beating his son", he stopped in a daze.

Yagar, who came with Tao Li, hid in the crowd, couldn't bear to record a video, and sent it to Tao Yue——Tao Li was beaten by the boss.

·

When Taoli was beaten and went back lying on Berlusconi's shoulders, tears fell on Berlusconi's back.

Berlusconi gave a "tsk" and said in disgust, "It doesn't hurt so much."

It really didn't hurt enough to cry.

What a shame!

"You can fight all you want, why do you want to fight in a bar!" Tao Li choked up and complained, "I don't have the face to go there in the future!"

"This is my purpose." Berlusconi said coldly, "I lied and went to clubs at a young age. These bad tempers should be eradicated at once."

While speaking, Berlusconi freed one hand and opened the door of the apartment.

Tao Li drooped his head, feeling guilty and trying to argue: "Who can work completely according to the schedule? You are too unreasonable! And I will definitely not be able to keep No.3, why should I work so hard?"

Berlusconi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and suddenly put him down on the fabric sofa. Taoli's buttocks stuck to the sofa, screaming in pain.Berlusconi turned him on his ass.

"The unfinished tasks must be caught up as soon as possible, and we will start working overtime tonight." Berlusconi left behind a sentence and walked away.

"I was beaten like this by you, and I still have to work overtime???" Tao Li yelled tearfully, with his chin on the sofa, "I don't want to work here anymore! I want to cancel the new contract!"

The sound of steady and casual footsteps was getting closer, and Taoli sniffed and turned around, and saw Berlusconi bent down, pulled his waist up, took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and threw it to his hand.

"Hit." Berlusconi ordered simply and neatly.

Tao Li wiped his tears with one hand, picked up his mobile phone with the other, and really called the manager, saying that he wanted to cancel the new contract.

The manager politely read the default amount to him, which made him startled for a while.At the beginning, he only cared about the salary and the length of time, and he didn't care about the liquidated damages. Only now did he realize that the capitalist's routine is so deep.

Tao Li hung up the phone angrily, and suddenly heard the sound of dragging a chair, he looked for the sound, Berlusconi pulled a chair and sat beside him, with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, rolling the ointment and asked indifferently: "How is it, have you canceled it?"

Knowingly ask!

Taoli was so angry that he turned his head away from Berlusconi.

Immediately afterwards, Berlusconi stretched his hand close to Taoli's stomach, all the way down.

"What are you doing!" Taoli frantically grabbed Berlusconi's hand, but Berlusconi still unbuttoned his pants.

"Give you medicine."

"no, I'm fine--"

Tao Li fluttered fiercely, Berlusconi pursed his lips, and lifted his legs to press Tao Li's waist.

Tao Li couldn't do any tricks, so he could only yell, blushing, "You can't look at my ass!"

"Don't be hypocritical." Berlusconi yelled casually, squeezed out the ointment on his fingertips, and then went to pick up Taoli's pants.

The pants are half-faded, revealing two waists, and a handful of buttocks with red marks.

Berlusconi paused slightly.

Tao Li, whose ass was cold, buried his face in the sofa in despair, and after a while, his pants were pulled up again.

Taoli pulled out his head from the sofa, glanced at it with red ears, and only saw Berlusconi's slender arm.

"I'm too lazy to paint it for you, do it yourself." Berlusconi's voice was hoarse. "Work overtime immediately after finishing."

After speaking, Berlusconi threw the tube of ointment to Taoli's hand, got up and walked away.

Tao Li breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then couldn't help muttering: "I'm sick when I said I wanted to paint it."

The flush on Tao Li's face gradually receded, he buttoned his trousers, grinned and got off the sofa.

"Where is your toilet?"

"Turn right, just look for it." Berlusconi was standing in front of the refrigerator, looking for a cold drink, his tall back slightly irritated.

Tao Li didn't dare to ask any more questions, and consciously turned right.

·

Half an hour later, Taoli awkwardly came out of the toilet, looked around, and found Berlusconi in a room with an open door.

Berlusconi sat on the curved recliner in the simulated cockpit, holding the steering wheel, and the light from the screen flickered on his face, looking strangely indifferent.

Tao Li turned around and wanted to leave, but Berlusconi ordered coldly, "Come and see."

Taoli's buttocks were still hurting, and he didn't dare to do anything wrong. He said "Oh", and walked over to stand beside Berlusconi, watching him drive the simulator.

Berlusconi was not driving fast this time, and the car behind kept trying to overtake him, but he was crushed to death.

After the game, the driver of the rear car scolded Berlusconi in the chat room, and Taoli watched with gusto.

Berlusconi didn't respond at all. He turned off the simulator, pointed to the computer on the kitchen bar, and asked calmly, "I've downloaded the car video, do you want to watch it?"

Tao Li asked cautiously: "...do you want me to think?"

Berlusconi looked at Taoli, with a half-smile that made Taoli dream back to the bar in an instant.

"Oh my god, how did I just now realize that these vehicles are worth seeing?!"

Tao Li turned left, walked to the computer, moved the mouse, and the screen lit up, showing that 50 car videos had been downloaded.

Berlusconi stood up, picked up a cold drink, and said benevolently: "After reading these, you can get off work."

Listening to Berlusconi's tone, Taoli felt that he was dazzled and didn't see the number clearly just now, so he stared again and confirmed the number of videos again. The numbers on the screen did not show any fluctuations.

He closed his eyes and began to savor every wonderful character sent by the driver of the car behind.

"Because you have a criminal record, you will report to me on your work progress on a regular basis." Berlusconi said, throwing a notebook into Taoli's arms, and the latter hurriedly took it, "Handwritten."

Tao Li reluctantly responded "Yes", and Berlusconi returned to the room. He stood at the bar and watched the video. After watching a video, he drew a horizontal line.

Berlusconi came over to pour water to drink, and Taoli had already drawn five horizontal strokes at an amazing speed.When Berlusconi saw it, he knocked on the table and said: "Every car has something worth learning."

"Yes."

"Write them all down."

Taoli, who was staring at the video, raised his head abruptly, while Berlusconi on the opposite side looked back lukewarmly, seeing that Taoli was defeated, turned a page, and began to write.

"Berlusconi, do you have a Chinese name?"

"No."

"Your name is Huang Shiren. This name suits you very well." Tao Li wrote notes in a random manner while talking.

"Write better."

"Already worked very hard!"

Berlusconi pursed his lips and walked around the bar.

Taoli turned his head to see where Berlusconi was going, but saw him walk behind him and circle him.

"...what are you doing..." Taoli's voice was getting lower and lower, because Berlusconi had already bent his head against the side of his ear, dictated the correct way to write notes, and took his pen-holding hand, writing a page demonstration.

"...whatever you do, find ways to do it better."

Tao Li couldn't get the essence of the notes at all, he only felt the hard body, the taste of a mature man and the deep and mellow voice.

"Got it?" Berlusconi asked.

Taoli was about to shake his head cheekily when the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated crazily, and Berlusconi behind him felt it.

Berlusconi ordered: "Shut down the phone."

Tao Li also felt that the phone was a mess, and when he took out the phone, he saw the word "sister" shining brightly on the caller ID.

These two characters are in Chinese, Tao Li didn't panic, and was about to swipe right to hang up——

Berlusconi reached out and pressed Taoli's hand: "Hey, your sister called."

Tao Li's eyelids twitched, and the phone dropped from his hand: "Hey hey——"

"Tao Yue, I'm Paul."

Seeing that Berlusconi answered the phone, Taoli was so nervous that he had to go to the auto repair shop after chatting for 3 minutes!

Taoli hooked Berlusconi's shoulder recklessly, trying to grab the phone back——

"I'll ask Tao Li to call you back after he finishes working overtime."

Tao Li was taken aback for a moment, and his hands dropped. Berlusconi had already hung up the phone and pressed the power button for a long time.

"Here."

Berlusconi left the blacked-out phone on the bar.

"Even if it's your sister, she can't disrupt the rhythm of working overtime now."

Tao Li said happily: "I really appreciate your work attitude."

"I wanted to talk to her on the phone before, but she always said she wasn't free." Berlusconi lowered his head and smiled slightly. The drooping strands of broken hair softened his tough features, adding a bit of an elegant gentleman's temperament, "this time she said I must wait for you, when you finish working overtime, we will call her together."

Tao Li's renewed smile froze again.