Pingxie colleagues one by one, the flowers bloom on the Mo, and the king returns

The man called Fang Ergou, his real name is Fang Yao, he hated people calling him Fang Ergou the most, so he stood up and pointed at him and scolded: "Su Wan, what the hell do you mean, don't think that I dare not do that!" you you!!"

"Try!" Su Wan also stood up, "You know what I mean by yourself, Fang Ergou, don't say that I, Su Wan, don't give you face, put away your gaudy intestines, this early bird is not easy to be treated. "After speaking, he glanced at the people sitting with their heads down.

There are also four high-ranking elders sitting on the far left.

Li Cu watched coldly, smoking a cigarette.

Fang Yaoqi's face turned green and dared not speak out.

"Su Wan, why are you talking to Master Fang..."

Su Wan heard Wu Xie's words, pointed to Fang Yao, gave him a middle finger and sat down.

Wu Xie leaned on the big black and gold chair, and said coldly: "What's the matter, Ergou, I can't see that you care about me? Then you can take the lead this year and hand in the account book first, so that I can save my worry How about it?"

Hearing this, Fang Yao's face became even more ugly, he really didn't dare to wear this head.

They usually do a lot of tricks on the account books, but as long as it is not too much, Wu Xie will rarely pursue it. After all, this kind of thing, anyone will make a small profit, but if he is asked to pursue it, he really wants to be with you. If you settle the score, you won't give any chance at all.

Fang Yao didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Buddha, everyone came here because they were worried about your injury. They are all brothers. It's not appropriate for you to say that." One of the four main seats said with a sullen face.

"What Master Lin said is that, we have all heard that Little Buddha cut off our business with Mr. Chen for an outsider, but in the end we didn't get anything. Let's not talk about it. Seeing you like this, it's probably useless. You have to let The brothers under your command must feel at ease." Another person went on to say.

"That's not what you said, you Wan Daozi was targeted by the police last time, if it wasn't for the Buddha's presence, you would have already gone in, how much more can you do here?" The person who spoke was sitting in the third row. One, called Crazy, retired from the army, and later got along with Wu Xie, but he got along well.

"I'll fucking force you to listen to me again!" Guan Daozi hated that thing the most, and it wasn't something glorious in the first place, so he became angry as soon as he heard it.

The lunatic was so angry that he kicked over the stool, and several people he brought stood up immediately, almost fighting.

Sudden.

"Crack!" A teacup hit them at their feet.

All around suddenly fell silent.

"What's the fuss?" Wu Xie didn't make too much noise, enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

Anyone could hear the coldness in his words, and no one dared to speak immediately.

Fang Yao took a sneak look at the senior elders at the front, feeling that the anger in his heart was really aggrieved, and then looked at the estimates on his left, and after a calculation in his mind, he said, "Buddha, It’s not that I, Fang Yao, are not righteous. The doctor said that your left hand is probably useless. You should cultivate yourself and stop working hard. After all, a useless person can’t manage his own words, so how can he manage things? You are still young, If you cultivate yourself well, that hand might still be able to masturbate!" All the dissatisfaction in Fang Yao's heart, coupled with the anger just now, has the meaning of going all out, after all, most of the people here have reached a consensus, and he is also in his heart. It's a little bit down.

"Fart your mother, tell me the fuck, I've ruined you!" As soon as Fang Yao finished speaking, Li Cuo slapped the table.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped to the lowest level.

"Heh~~" Wu Xie stood up slowly with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't care if the clothes on his body slipped off. He was walking towards Fang Yao step by step. Everyone could feel the coldness on his body. meaning.

For a moment, no one dared to speak.

I have to say that even if some people smile, it will make people feel chills.

Fang Yao watched Wu Xie approaching, he didn't know why he felt a little scared, he hurriedly looked at other people, hoping someone would stand up and say something.

But no, even the people they reached a consensus in advance avoided his gaze. He realized that he was being used, and he was a little panicked at the moment.

"Buddha...Buddha...I didn't mean that!"

The smile on the corner of Wu Xie's mouth was slightly cold, and he quickly came in front of Fang Yao, grabbed his hair and made him bow his head: "Even if it's a waste, it can easily kill you! Fang Yao, I, Wu Xie, don't feed on the inside out. Things, weigh your own weight before you speak or do something.”

After speaking, under Fang Yao's terrified expression, he smashed his head to the ground violently, and at the same time one foot fell towards his shoulder.

"Ah~!" Along with the screams and the sound of bones breaking, Fang Yao clearly realized that his arm was useless due to the excruciating pain.

The surroundings were a bit strangely quiet. People on the road knew that Master Wu Xiaofo had always been gentle with others, but obviously after such a long time, some people forgot that he was a ferocious beast, not a cat.

Everyone's palms were covered in cold sweat, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that what Wu Xie said just now was for Fang Yao, and for them as well.

This is to punish Fang Yao, but also to warn them.

No matter whether Wu Xie's hand is broken or not, they will never have that chance. Behind Wu Xie, there are two major forces, the Xie family and the Huo family, neither of which they can afford.

But what Fang Yao said today may not be their default, so this is a warning.

can not happen next time.

Wu Xie stood in the middle of the lobby, and said lightly: "Carry it down, Zhizhi may still be usable..."

The pain of bone shattering had made Fang Yao faint.

Everyone was subconsciously glad it wasn't themselves.

Wu Xie looked at everyone: "What? Wait for me to give you bonuses?"

Everyone realized that no matter how unwilling some were, they could only put those thoughts in their stomachs: "Since Buddha is fine, let's go first, Buddha is busy."

Wu Xie waved his hand impatiently, telling them to get out.

After everyone had left, Su Wan came over and asked Wu Xie, "Boss, why spare Fang Yao's life? He has two hearts, so he shouldn't just..." Su Wan didn't finish, but Wu Xie knew what he was going to say.

Wu Xie closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at the big chair on the top in the middle of the hall, it returned to its original appearance: "You don't have to kill him to make an example of others." It is necessary to keep these people by his side all the time. , Ring the alarm bell!

After finishing speaking, Wu Xie walked back, picked up the clothes, and draped them over his shoulders.

Wang Meng hesitated to speak: "Boss...your hand?"

Wu Xie was silent for a while, then said indifferently, "It's probably useless." After speaking, he left, leaving the three people in the hall to watch each other.

Why does it feel like the boss is in a hurry?

Wu Xie left the entrance, didn't drive, didn't ask anyone to see her off, and walked home alone.He is not worried about whether that person has left now, after all, if he really wants to leave, no one can stop him.

What Zhang Haike said came to mind again.

According to Zhang Haike, he can understand that he is the key to solving everything.

But is it really that easy?Is the key that so many people want to get really as easy as Zhang Haike said, and his premonition is not good enough.

If this key really has something to do with pheromones, then grandpa should have taken action at the beginning.

Or maybe his grandfather didn't know about it at all.

And with the appearance of Wen Jin, did she not change, or did he really find a solution in that meteorite?What about his third uncle?

All of this is a mystery.

And what Wen Jin said.

Be careful Zhang Qiling!

This sentence seems to be the same as □□, as if everything is developing in an uncontrollable direction.

It was getting close to evening, Wu Xie shook his head, throwing everything out of his mind.

Changsha does not have the refreshing breeze of Hangzhou. There was a time when Wu Xie would often miss Hangzhou’s West Lake in the evening, buy a popsicle carefree, and walk on the path by the lake in flip-flops.

How many times did he think about letting go of it all? Why, why did he have to bear so much?

He is not a hero who saves the world, all of this has nothing to do with him, what Wang family, what Zhang family, he just wants to be his little owner of an antique shop, drink small tea when he has nothing to do, such a life is so comfortable that he forgets himself.

However, he couldn't let go.

Meeting Zhang Qiling may be the greatest suffering in his life, but if he has not met Zhang Qiling, he will always be innocent but has no intention since then.

If the price of meeting Zhang Qiling is that he is no longer naive, then he would rather become a demon from then on.

Without knowing it, he walked to his door.

In fact, a few years ago, Wu Xie's parents said they would move in to live with him, after all, there was only such a son.

But he was rejected by Wu Xie. His status in Changsha was not peaceful, and his own reasons also made him somewhat resistant to seeing his parents, so he hardly returned home for several years.

Opening the door, as expected, the room was pitch black. Wu Xie had already guessed that the man had probably left. Zhang Haike and the others hadn't left, and they were probably waiting for him.

Wu Xie let out a long sigh, stepped forward to open the door, almost instantly, his hands stopped.

There are people in the house!

Even in the dark, Wu Xie can feel that there are eyes on him, perhaps this is an intuition that has been cultivated for a long time.

Wu Xie went in and closed the door, and with his hand on the light switch, he could hear his own heartbeat.

The only person who will be at his house at this time is...

The moment the room was illuminated, he saw the person sitting on the sofa.

Wu Xie was in a particularly good mood: "Brother, why don't you turn on the light?"

Zhang Qiling didn't speak, just kept silent.

"You must not have eaten, let me order something to eat." His current hand is probably no different from that of a cripple, so don't expect him to cook. Fortunately, in this day and age, it is not a big deal to have Meituan .

The takeaway arrived soon, and the two of them ate in silence. Wu Xie occasionally talked to him, brought him some food, and smiled like an idiot.

After dinner, Wu Xie took Zhang Qiling to watch a movie together. It was an old movie. People of that era couldn't understand the young people of today. They still thought the movies of that era were good-looking, although they were not as gorgeous as the current ones.

Maybe it's their line of work, which has nostalgic feelings.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were on the TV the whole time, and Wu Xie played an American movie called This Killer Is Not So Cold.

He likes this movie because he feels that Leon and his younger brother have something in common. He remembers that Leon likes to hug potted plants, and he said that it is much friendlier than people.He was as silent as I was, never asked a question, and never tried to kill me.He, like me, has no roots. "

He is a killer. Although he has great skills, he is very insecure in his heart.He never even dared to sleep in a bed, but sat in a chair and kept his gun close at hand.

He sometimes wondered if a person like my brother would feel insecure, but after thinking about it later, he didn't think so.

He has lived for too long and has experienced too many things. A sense of security is what a person needs in his heart. He can be sure that the little brother's heart is strong enough, even indifferent to life and death.

At the end of the film, Lyon detonated the bomb, and both died. The little girl transplanted the potted plant into the ground and let it take root.

Even though he has seen it many times, Wu Xie still has a kind of pretentious little sadness in his heart. The little brother is expressionless the whole time, and he doesn't know if he has watched it, or he is just in a daze.

Wu Xie was silent for a while, then said suddenly.

"Brother, as long as you want, I can be your root."

After Wu Xie finished speaking, her face turned a little red, but the little brother still had no expression, and he greeted the Zhang family's ancestral grave in his heart.

Why is there no such thing as a stuffy oil bottle guide in this world? Is it so difficult to confess?Is it so difficult to chase someone?

Thinking about it, Wu Xie suddenly remembered that he had turned to such a passage when he was bored: If you like it, go and fuck it. If you confess, you will be rejected. , At worst, go to jail, you don't even dare to go to jail, how dare you say you love him?

Thinking about it, he silently glanced at his little brother, how about some raw rice, cooked rice or something, and then he hugged his thigh and asked him to take responsibility?

Wu Xie made up the scene in his head, he hugged his brother's thigh and said: I am already pregnant with your child, you have to be responsible for you.

Then he had a chill. If he really did this, he would probably die, and the death would be terrible.

Wu Xie was amused by her own thoughts, stood up and wanted to get a glass of water, just stood up.

Suddenly, as if a sharp sound slipped through his head, he felt a sharp pain in his head, which instantly spread to his limbs and bones, the pain almost made him unable to stand.

"Wu Xie!" Zhang Qiling supported him: "What's wrong?"

Wu Xie didn't have the strength to answer him anymore, cold sweat immediately came down, trembling all over.

why?

Obviously the blind guy has already given him an injection, so why so fast!Fragments of memories, his and others', kept flashing through his mind like a slide show.

Wu Xie covered his head and knelt on the ground. Every time he had an attack, the pain would become more severe. He felt that his head was about to explode, and soon there was a taste of rust in his mouth. It was not because of self-torture, but because it hurt.

"Wu Xie!" Zhang Qiling hugged Wu Xie and let him nestle in his arms. He was shaking with pain, and his hands firmly grasped the arm of the person in front of him, as if he was grasping the only life-saving straw.

"Brother...Brother..."

He called him over and over again, as if this could relieve the pain of being gnawed by thousands of insects.