Boss, I was wrong!

After such a rude and vulgar thing rose to the level of thinking, he finally couldn't help laughing. He squatted down and covered his stomach with one hand and slammed the ground with the other hand, laughing like crazy.

"What are you laughing at?" Brother Wen was obviously taken aback by his laughter, and asked in a particularly horrifying manner after scanning around with his eyes and finding nothing unusual.

Huang Xiaomu made a fuss and wanted to tell the truth, but suddenly felt that if he told the truth, his vulgar image would be exposed and everyone would think Brother Wen was really noble, glamorous, elegant and pleasant. This shit is too scary and incompatible He thought he had a very literary image, so he coughed twice and said seriously: "Autumn, the beautiful season, the harvest season, the golden season is as yearning as the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, and as enthusiastic as the scorching summer. The snowy winter is as charming, the beauty of autumn is mature, it is not as shy as spring, and summer is so bare. Dew, winter is so introverted. The beauty of autumn is rational, it is not as charming as spring, and summer is so hot, Dong is so subtle... Looking at the apples hanging on the tree like smiling faces of dolls, my heart is full of joy. My smile is on my face and sweet in my heart. I am proud of socialist construction and the rise of China And proud, I believe that as long as we work together, the apples will be ripe, and the communist society will be far behind? So looking at the bright red apples, I smiled so brightly and joyfully, do you understand? "

Hearing Huang Xiaomu's words, the corners of Brother Wen's mouth twitched, but after a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Huang Xiaomu as if thinking of something: "Why do you say this? To tell me that you are very mature, right?

"Dude, you're overthinking." In fact, I just don't want to expose my vulgar IQ, you think me too greedily.Huang Xiaomu murmured something in his heart, but he was not ashamed to say it.

"At first, I thought your IQ was at the middle school level, but after hearing what you said just now, I understood. It turns out that your IQ is even in primary school. Mom, you didn't graduate!" Brother Wen, as a student.Black elements despise that kind of patriotic thought, socialist communism.The production society is so weak, isn't it?If it is not poor, who the hell will take the risk to go black.Fighting in the city and playing gangsters in the underground, this kind of life is like a mouse, with countless cases and hiding in places where the sun doesn't shine every day, this kind of life is really enough...Sometimes I wish I could completely disappear in this world ………mix.Almost all black people have this kind of thinking. Although most of the top bastards are noble and glamorous, their cars are the most expensive, women are the most beautiful, and they are followed by countless younger brothers when they go in and out, attracting the envy of countless people, but only Only when they really sit in that position will they find that all of this is just vanity under the contrast between life and death, white and black. Maybe what they have been pursuing is the plainness and happiness of life, but there are some roads that cannot be quit once they go , I can only allow myself to sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire, to the point where I either continue to walk or die in place...

"Fuck, what do you mean? Do you think I'm a fan of the motherland?" Huang Xiaomu is a very patriotic person. Although the political teachers these days say they want to chop their hands after their lectures, Huang Xiaomu is still Maintaining the image of the motherland: "If there is no new China, how can we have what we are today? The land of China nourishes our growth, and the party's call protects our rights, but you people do not want to make progress all day long, either complaining on the Internet or Bringing new troubles to the country, thinking about immigrants all day long and thinking about the United States, if one day you really successfully immigrate to the United States, that is not conducive to the physical and mental health of the Chinese people. For your shameful behavior, I just want to say four words: Please take me with you!"

"Okay, you're not a brainless fan, but a black fan..." Brother Wen finally got the truth.

Huang Xiaomu shrugged his shoulders: "There are some things that you know and I know that you know everything, why do you say it? Don't destroy this feeling." Brother Wen smiled and patted his head as if he suddenly remembered something: "Young man, let's take the topic a little further."

Huang Xiaomu nodded and looked at him very seriously: "Yes, following the topic just now, you said that my thinking is immature, which is obviously a manifestation of your overestimating your IQ and looking down on others. It is unhealthy, it will affect academic performance, affect interpersonal communication, and even be harmful to the development of personality. You must take it seriously and see a psychiatrist when necessary. I just know a doctor in a psychiatric hospital. Would you like to reserve a bed for you?"

Brother Wen stroked his forehead and suddenly thought of what the fat version of Mr. Bao said just now. His, mother, fat man is simply too witty. Normal people can't communicate with Huang Xiaomu at all!It will lower your IQ by a block!

"Did the teacher tell you not to interrupt when adults are talking?" Brother Wen said with some helplessness.

Huang Xiaomu looked at him and nodded seriously, with a pious expression like a primary school student.

"Then can you shut up first and listen to me, okay?" Brother Wen almost burst into tears looking at him, where did he find this weird thing? His dad didn't shoot him on the wall because of Mao Ah, why did you let him be born here to harm the world and torture himself to commit crimes! !

Shi Mengfan, who was in the bar with Cao Xue, sneezed.

Cao Xue snorted coldly and shook her head......

Shi Mengfan pressed the back of her head helplessly: "Baby hasn't kissed just now, turn your head back, or my neck will twist!"

095 This must be there!

Shi Mengfan pressed the back of her head helplessly: "Baby hasn't kissed just now, turn your head back, or my neck will twist!"

Cao Xue narrowed her eyes and glared at him: "Who said my mother is going to kiss you?"

"You said it yourself just now. If you don't believe there is surveillance here, I'll call it out for you!" Shi Mengfan immediately presented the evidence.

"That was before you sneezed." Cao Xue hugged her arms and folded her legs and placed them on the table ten centimeters high. The crystal high-heeled shoes were dazzling and coquettish under the gradient light.

"Fuck me, my son doesn't think a bitch is ugly or a dog is poor. A few days ago, it was written in the newspaper that there was a girl whose husband was paralyzed in bed for 15 years. The girl has never left her. If I sneezed, you don't want me." Did you spit out the inner alchemy when I sneezed just now, and you are actually the thousand-year-old demon king who lurks beside me just for that inner alchemy?" Shi Mengfan asked seriously with a hurt expression on his face.

"I don't dislike you, it's just that kissing is all about the atmosphere, and I can only blame you for not picking the right time when you sneeze." Cao Xue took off her high heels and looked at Shi Mengfan like a queen: "Finally Let me give you a piece of advice, go to our hospital for a checkup, save there will be too many people and there will be no beds, and what you are saying now is exactly the same as those of my patients."

Shi Mengfan shrugged his shoulders with a look of disbelief: "Girl, what are you kidding? With my IQ and my brain type, how could I be mentally ill. Sick!"

"What's your IQ and brain type?" Cao Xue squinted at Shi Mengfan, eyes full of contempt: "Let me tell you, this disease has nothing to do with IQ, and the more people who are under pressure from life and study, the easier it is to get sick , I really don’t know if you’ve been studying for nothing for so many years, it’s terrible to be uneducated, your complex facial features can’t hide your simple IQ, go to our hospital and let the dean save you!”

"Shut up, if I'm really mentally ill, then let me choose to give up the treatment, remember to bury me in the spring, there will be your memories..." Shi Mengfan said quite j8 sadly and artistically. Cao Xue hit him on the head with a beer bottle.

At this moment, Brother Wen who was opposite Huang Xiaomu suddenly became serious. He looked at Huang Xiaomu and smiled slightly: "Okay, it's almost time, I have to say that I enjoyed chatting with you." The man smiled politely, However, the smile did not reach the corners of the eyes, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Before Huang Xiaomu could speak, the man continued: "...Do you know what I am here today?"

"Step on me." Of course Huang Xiaomu wasn't stupid enough to think that the other party was here to talk to him. After all, life is like toilet paper. Try to talk as little as possible when you have something to do, otherwise it will be bad for your physical and mental health and cause kidney deficiency.

"Then do you think I've finished stepping on it?" Brother Wen smiled coldly, as if the mask he had been wearing just now had finally been torn off.

Huang Xiaomu smiled a bit as if mocking, then he looked at the more than 30 young people around who had already started talking fart and playing poker and shrugged helplessly: "Of course not."

"Then continue to step on it now?" Brother Wen squinted at Huang Xiaomu.

"You seem to have completed today's task. You shouldn't be the one who stepped on me next, right?" Huang Xiaomu squinted at him.

"Well, this time your thinking finally didn't diverge." Brother Wen nodded in relief, stretched out his hand to rub his slightly curly hair, and finally commented: "It feels good."

"..." Huang Xiaomu was speechless for a while: "Even if you diverge, you can guess it, just like you said, your task is to step on me, but you brought these little brothers. Don't tell me that these people are you from the street 50 Yuan every extra actor invited here. And if you really want to step on me yourself, you will fight me seriously just now, right? But I have a question that is very curious, why don’t you fight me seriously, don’t take the high level of thought Say something, I don't think I