You are the black one!

When the injury on An Ya's head was almost healed, bastard Li asked a professional plastic surgeon to come over... to make it old.

To make old, literally means to make new things a little old, to show its sense of history and culture, and to put it bluntly, it means to wear the very new scar on An Ya's forehead like it was smashed a few years ago.

After countless times of peeling and waxing, the scar is finally natural... old.

Anya honestly allowed Li Zhetian to flatten and round his face. His honesty was outrageous. Of course, apart from beating a few plastic surgeons, flipping the dining table three times, and smashing the mirror in the toilet in an attempt to disfigure his face, he was still very rude. Cooperate with work.

Brother Li was still very polite to this naughty kid, and specially ordered his subordinates not to leave any injuries.

This is not allowed, there is a lot of water.

If it is the guard of the important government officials, it is estimated that they have to watch safely, but that group of people are not vegetarians, and they have worked hard with Brother Li for so many years before they can be dressed in suits. Did not disperse clean.

While closely guarding Comrade An day and night, he practiced his hands and warmed up by the way.

Total internal injuries.

After professional repairs by professionals, Anya finally succumbed to Li's despicable power.

Read the newspapers and study the video tapes carefully.

Brother Li has an order: Stay away from the computer, cherish life, learn it, and avoid being beaten, Chen Bo is good, and you are also good.

An Ya was very distressed, but he had no way to survive, so he had to learn every gesture of that person from the back every day, even the emphasis of speaking, and even the habit of dressing.

I have to mention the point of wearing clothes, because that person is purely of the perennial spring type!

You said that you can wear a transparent shirt in summer, but in winter you can wear a leather jacket without buttons!It's not cold to show a big breast and a small belly, you!

Not to mention the pants, the ones with a low waist are almost a bird!

What's even more infuriating is that that girl doesn't wear underwear, which is called ruining the beauty of the clothes!

I've seen perverted ones, but never such a perverted exhibitionist!

Fuck, An Ya vomited in anger.

Brother Li is rich, everyone knows that.

However, if you bought a whole house of clothes just for a substitute, would that count as having money to burn?

An Ya touched them one by one, picked a thick and old-looking shirt at random, and put it on. He accidentally saw the price tag on it that he hadn't cut off in time: 29999!

Note that this is five digits.

An Ya was furious, damn it, it cost 3 yuan to buy a shirt that looks so ugly like a rag!

...It's even worse than me!

Not only that, but in order to cultivate the tacit understanding between the two of them, bastard Li turned down all the entertainment every night, and came back to accompany the beauty... Uh, man, to practice tacit understanding.

This 'accompaniment' also has great scalability.

For example, An Ya gave theoretical guidance during the day, and actual combat drills at night.

Specifically, the eyes should be lingering, the words should be ambiguous, and the behavior should be explosive.

"look at me."

Anya glanced bitterly at Li Zhetian, then poked it back and rolled his eyes.

"You look at me like this, is it lingering?"

An Ya adjusted his mentality, and cast a sad look in his eyes.

"Give you another chance."

An Ya finally resigned to his fate, and honestly cast a wink over him.

However, in the eyes of Brother Li, this look is no different from throwing a bomb. Moreover, he has been around for so many years. He is either a watermelon knife or a bench leg. If he can wait for one thing in less than three days, his patience is good.

"what!"

An Ya received a solid punch on the head.

Because it is blocked by hair, it is extremely hidden, so it is the most enthusiastic target of Brother Li and his brothers.

If he shaved his head, put on a yellow cloth and found a lotus platform, Comrade An would become a Buddha.

After Mr. Li personally repaired...uh, under his guidance, Comrade An finally understood what it means to be lingering, and he wanted to refuse and welcome.

Just like learning English before and being unable to remember the marked pronunciation, Comrade An has developed a set of top-secret formulas by himself.

Lingering eyes: picking up money, admitting enemies, sneering, and reaping the rewards.

The main steps are: the eyes drift down first, then inhale as if seeing a hundred-dollar bill, then hold it back, look at Li Qiuren, thinking of his future misery, the corners of the mouth can't help but curl up, then slowly exhale, withdraw look.

If it were someone else, those eyes could kill, but An Ya was born with beauty, a pair of winking eyes cast a winking look that would ecstasy one's soul.

Bastard Li was shocked, but of course he was very satisfied. He hugged Anya in his arms, "Proceed to the next item."

What's the next item, oh, the words are ambiguous.

An Ya thought for a long time but didn't want to understand what ambiguity was, so he simply yelled, "Brother Li...Brother."

Chen Bo used to force An Ya to call him brother, and after nearly ten years of forcing, he still managed to overcome this difficulty.

The bodyguards behind immediately fell down with a clatter.

Brother Li finally had deep internal strength and did not vomit blood to death, "An Ya, do you want to disgust me to death?"

An Ya thought it would be fine if that was the case, so he could only tell the whole story, "I've never dated a woman before, who knows what ambiguity is!"

Brother Li was furious but didn't know what to do, so he had to sweat profusely for China's literacy work.

After re-education, An Ya was finally able to say bluntly, "Li Zhetian, you are so fucking bad, I broke your waist, don't even try to touch me this week!"

Brother Li stroked his chin proudly, "Pay attention to your tone of voice, your eyes, and your movements. Hold your waist."

An Ya didn't understand why he supported his waist and put his hands on his waist to finish the job.

Brother Li didn't look like that at all. He frowned and pondered to make this idiot understand the pain in his back. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he grinned, "An Ya, if you want to be real, you have to practice it."

Anya was dumbfounded, backed away again and again, "What!"

Li Zhetian pressed on every step of the way, pushing An Ya close to the wall, with no way to escape.

When dealing with unknown things, human beings can always weave endless imaginations and then generate great fear. An Ya's legs are weak, and he has never heard of such a thing. How to deal with women is only theory without practical testing, let alone Not to mention men!

"You...don't come here!"

Whoa, that's even closer!

Li Zhetian propped his hands on the wall, locked him firmly in his arms, slowly bent his body down, his eyes were menacing.

An Ya's heart was beating like a drum, and he secretly yelled ah, it's over, it's over, it's over now!

The brain was stunned and the legs were more competitive. Once the legs were bent, the man was much shorter, and he was able to escape from Li Zhetian's armpit. It's a pity that Brother Li came from here, so he squeezed his foot between An Ya's legs and held it firmly. Sliding body.

Li Zhetian sneered, run away, if you don't think it hurts, go ahead.

As soon as Anya remembered the hooligan thing Li bastard did last time, he immediately stood up straight in reflex.

Things are changing rapidly, brother Li is a little bit too low because of staring at people, and Comrade An is standing up too fast and straight. The distance between the two was very close at first, and it was nothing at all. Unpredictable stress responses.

Shrinking his head, he rubbed again.

But this time Brother Li's head was lowered, and the four pieces of meat were stuck together firmly.

'Boom--'

An Ya froze for five seconds before remembering to push the pervert away, but he had already reacted half a second earlier, throwing him aside forcefully, his face was so gloomy that ink dripped out, he gave An Ya a hard look and walked away go.

With you rushing over by yourself, you still look like a bird who is depressed by others, you are sick!

Half a minute later, An Ya jumped and cursed, "Fuck your mother, Li Zhetian! I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

The bodyguards rushed forward, taking the opportunity to avenge themselves publicly.

Disgusting death does not pay for life, let's beat the head office a few times.

The big bags on Comrade An's head covered one after another.

Anya went back angrily, and was dragged up just after lying down...Fitness? !

Facing the luxurious and extravagant gymnasium, and a huge swimming pool, An Ya was not interested at all, and was so sleepy that he dozed off, why was it in the middle of the night.

A black skin stepped forward and read out the imperial decree, "Run for three hours, do push-ups one hundred times, and stretch arms five hundred times..."

Anya didn't understand what was going on at all.

When I understand it, I also understand the 'practice' that Li Zhetian said.

Sore back and sore back, no matter how the process is done, as long as the result is the same, satisfactory results can be achieved.

Sure enough, when An Ya appeared the next day, the bodyguards all admired him in their hearts. It was Brother Tian who was clever. Look, he staggered, his eyes were black and haggard, he looked haggard and weak, and he walked with his back on his back.

It was really hard last night~

The effect is surprisingly good.

But Li Zhetian didn't show up for several days, probably because he got together for a drink and didn't return all day and night.

Combining Anya's theory with practice, he has mastered the practice of lingering and ambiguous practice (of course, the supervision of bodyguards is essential), and combined with the obvious symptoms of back pain, he can start his career.

Everyone is eagerly waiting for Brother Li to appear, so that they can check and accept the practice results during this period of time so that they can be rewarded for their merits.

Wait left, don't come, wait right, don't come yet.

It was so easy to wait, it was very early, 03:30 in the morning.

People are so drunk that they walk sideways, and several people can't support them.

Brother Li stumbled with his left foot and got angry, "Get out, get in the way!"

The bodyguard hesitated for a long time, and when he saw that his master was going to Comrade An's room, he immediately withdrew knowingly.

The door is locked, and Li Zhetian has no key.

But he has feet, he had kicked a person to death before, and he kicked his stomach with only one foot.

It means that people have extraordinary feet.

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise, and An Ya woke up from his dream. He was shocked to see the door flying towards him, and he was furious, "Who the hell is disturbing my sleep!"

Li Zhetian pointed to his chest and leaned against the wall, reeking of alcohol, "Me!"

Anya threw the pillow over, "Get out!"

Li Zhetian's eyes were as big as a cow's, "How dare you tell me to get out!"

An Ya wanted to stare but his eyes were bigger than others, so he continued to throw the pillow, "Get out of here!"

Li Zhetian sneered, very charming, "Zhao Xiaofei, you should clean it up!"

Anya just wanted to ask, this name is familiar, I remember someone taught it during the daytime class, who came.

A huge black shadow smashed over, overwhelming the sky.

"Whoah! What the hell are you trying to do!"

"What are you doing, fuck you!"