Overwhelm the gangster

Fang Qian was in my arms, took a breath, then hooked my neck and said lazily: "What are you doing stupidly? Take me to rest, maybe I need to tell you personally where I live... ...Xiao Hu, entertain some uncles, I will be back in a while."

"Yes... Boss..." After Fang Qian finished speaking, the scar boy answered us with a bitter face, but just listening to the voice was absolutely respectful.

I coughed softly, and then walked towards the backyard with Fang Qian in my arms. Along the way, Fang Qian and I calmly ignored the attention gifts that were sent overtly and secretly.

It wasn't until I entered the living quarters in the backyard that I breathed a sigh of relief. There were no surveillance cameras or cameras in this place, but human stares were unavoidable. Even so, I had to hug Fang Qian and walk towards his room.

"Wrong." After walking a few steps, Fang Qian suddenly said.

I looked at him with some puzzlement, Fang Qian raised his head slightly and said, "I have been living in your room for the past few years."

I was shocked when I heard it, and then looked at him in surprise.

The corner of Fang Qian's mouth twitched: "Why is this expression? Could it be that I can't live in your room?"

"...Of course." It's just that I haven't thought about it.

I always feel that after losing a lover, shouldn't ordinary people avoid seeing everything about their lover?

I know that there are many memories about us in my room, even after we became lovers, it was the place where we had the most sex... If it was Fang Qian who left back then, I would definitely seal off the house he lived in, who I don't let them in, I use it as a top-secret place, I bury the memory and the house in my heart, and I won't open it easily until I get old... But Fang Qian is the opposite of ordinary people, which makes me feel bad premonition.

Even thinking about this, I can't do anything. Who made us lose five years, and I can't make up for these five years.

When I was young, Fang Qian and I lived together. Later, Fang Qingfeng planned to let me live with my younger brother after his autism was cured, but Fang Qian left me and became autistic. Fang Qingfeng had no choice but to leave me in the house. Backyard, but in order to show that I am different from Fang Qian, my room is naturally much worse than Fang Qian's, but Fang Qian likes to play in my room, and sleeps with me when he is tired, until later ...

The door of my room is not locked, and the surroundings have not been rested. It has been five years, and the mottled traces of the years are undoubtedly revealed on the wall.

I saw that the circles of my eyes were slightly red, Fang Qian shook his body, took off the sunglasses from his face, revealing his delicate face, he took a breath and looked at the door and said lightly: "Over the years, every time I come back here Tell yourself, maybe you will be inside when you open the door for any question... After waiting for so many years, today can be said to have come true." Speaking of which, he looked at me with a slight smile and said: "Fang Tong, don't you carry me in."

I watched him lightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay."

Fang Qian pushed the door open with my hand, and I walked in slowly with him in my arms. The room is not big, but it is very clean. The furnishings inside are still the same as the last time I lived in five years ago, but there are many more things, like when I go to school. The books I used when I was young, the fat doll I bought with money for the first time, and even the water glasses I drank from were placed on the table and wiped clean.

Fang Qian stood up from my arms, removed the canvas covering the chair, and naturally picked up the clean rag from the drawer and wiped the room, looking serious and beautiful.

I went up and took the rag in his hand and said, "Go to bed and rest, I'll be fine." Fang Qian glanced at me and nodded, walked to the bed and sat down, then put his hand on the desk and looked at it with his chin with me.

Although Fang Qian didn't live well mentally before, he was an out-and-out young master in life. He is so proficient in what he does now, probably because he is used to it.

But as long as I think of Fang Qian wiping the table clumsily at the beginning, I feel as if a knife has been stabbed in my heart, and it is slowly turning. The feeling is really life is worse than death. This feeling makes me breathe A meal, very uncomfortable.

"Fang Tong, you..."

"It's okay." I stood up straight and looked at him with a slight smile, "What are you doing stupidly, isn't there someone waiting for you in the lobby?"

Fang Qian looked at me and narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, then slowly stood up and said, "You come with me."

"Of course." I held his hand and said briskly: "My dear, don't worry, I will accompany you through the mountains of swords and fires. Now it's just to meet a few old men. Don't worry, I can hold on."

Fang Qian laughed and said, "I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on..."

I pursed my lips at him and didn't answer the words, but I didn't take it seriously in my heart. I have beautiful features in my life, and I don't hinder the appearance of the city at all. How could I scare them.

When we went, the lobby was quite quiet. I couldn't help looking at Fang Qian. He wasn't wearing sunglasses, and he had an arrogant smile on his face. The young man with the scar was standing in the corner holding a teapot, and saw the corners of our mouths crack , I think if the scene wasn't too grand and spectacular, he would have jumped out straight away, ran to Fang Qian and complained with tears streaming down his face.

There are six old men in the lobby, and I know them all. They were all loyal figures who followed Fang Qingfeng back then, and Fang Qian is not bad. These people have contributed to the fact that Xicheng has not fallen over the years.

Several people stood up when they saw us coming. Fang Qian nodded slightly and walked to the center, and then told the young man with the scar, "Little Hu, put a chair next to me."

The young man with the scar made a sound, his expression was a little surprised, then he looked at Fang Qian, then at the six old men, and finally stared at me, and I smiled at him.He hurriedly put the teapot in one hand and moved the stool.I shook my head for Fang Qian's arrogance in my heart, one side behaved and the other round, but I just let him go.

"Nephew, although this is not our annual formal gang in West City, we uncles are here, so it's inappropriate for an outsider to sit here." As soon as the scarred youth left, someone stood up and said, Five or sixty years old, with a calm face and a smile, seeing his eyes light up slightly, I raised the corners of my mouth towards him.

"Uncle Han, he doesn't know outsiders, not today, and he won't be in the future." Fang Qian looked at him lightly and said, "Speaking of gangs, Uncle Han, what wind brought you all here today."

"Nephew, why can't I come back to see you if I have nothing to do? You haven't met us old men more than five times in these years. We are old and can't care about what's going on in West City."

After Fang Qian heard this, he looked at the speaker, and when he was about to speak with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the young man with the scar moved a stool, so Fang Qian didn't say much.

But the young man put down the stool and stood aside, looking straight at me, which I didn't see at first.

"Sit here and rest for a while. If you feel bored, lie down on the table and squint for a while." Fang Qian smiled at me at this moment.

I nodded and watched Uncle Han sit down before sitting down. Even so, the corners of my mouth twitched unconsciously. Fang Qian is too shameless. If I really dare to fall asleep here today Well, maybe one day he will be shot dead, the reason is that he has no elders.Thinking of this, my body trembled, this way of dying is too unjust.

From the corner of the eye, he looked at the six senior figures present, all of them were silent, but there was some displeasure in their eyebrows, except for Uncle Fang, who was over sixty years old and had kind and kind eyebrows.

I couldn't help but look at him twice more. After he noticed my gaze, he nodded slightly, his expression was neither happy nor unhappy, his eyes were as calm as the ocean, making it hard to see through.

"Uncles, if you have anything to say, just open the door and speak directly." Fang Qian said calmly at this time.

Uncle Han looked at me and smiled and said, "You little boy, why are you so impatient... Okay, let's listen to you and don't go around the corner, nephew, I heard recently that things are not peaceful, the Dongcheng gang Is the guy still planning to fight against me, or just kill them."

"I've also heard that several of the hotels under my management have been troubled by people, and I think they are desperate." Someone immediately echoed: "What we have heard from you in the past few years is all serious business. This will become even more untenable on the road..."

Fang Qian waited for them to finish talking before lazily saying: "Uncles, beatings and killings are not popular now. Although black money and white money are spent equally, white money is better than black money."

"Nephew, that's what I said, but we, the older generation, came from fighting and killing. How can we throw away our guns and knives and wait to be hacked on the road?" Uncle Han said with a smile.

Fang Qian tapped his hands on the table and looked at the crowd with a half-smile, the atmosphere was a little silent.

I was a little bored listening to it. In fact, this kind of meeting is called a meeting. To put it bluntly, it is just a negotiation. It is nothing more than a hint that I have lost my place. Qian has a business in his hand, municipal engineering, which is very profitable. These people probably heard about it and wanted to take a share, and also wanted to take the opportunity to spy on Fang Qian's strength... Fang Qian probably let them speak all these years, I haven't had much objection, so these people have a taste, so they dare to speak openly and secretly.

But from this point of view, there are not many people around Fang Qian who are sincere, and it is not certain how many of these senior figures will help him.

Fang Qian didn't speak again, and the atmosphere became awkward for no reason.

Uncle Fang glanced at Fang Qian, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was admiring or moving his lips and was about to say something, when suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside, I looked over and saw Qiangzi leading A few people came in a hurry.

When Qiangzi saw me, his eyes narrowed obviously. I smiled at him, and he smiled too, but his eyelids were lowered. After he walked up and greeted everyone respectfully, he looked at me and said: "Isn't this the young master of Ouyang's family? It's almost the college entrance examination now, shouldn't we stay in school and study hard every day? Why is it in our west city? My child, the lanugo has not grown yet. This is a gangster, not everyone If you can come, go back quickly, lest your parents worry." After speaking, he looked at me with a smile on his face.

Provocation, provocation, a real and naked provocation from a rival in love.

Damn it, your lanugo is not fully grown.