Zeng Li shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, it's not necessary. It's good for me to wake up like this. Brother Su, walk slowly... walk slowly... It's really hard to work so late. It's better to go and rest... Good night... Bye. …”
Su Zhan left, and Zeng Li hit his head on the pillow: "Ma Dan, I was scared to death..."
When he thought of Su Zhan's excuse for him to save his life next time, he suddenly wanted to cry. Damn... He had lost everything he could use in his brain!
Zeng Li really felt that there was no way he could survive this day. If this continued, he would be killed by Su Zhan sooner or later.
Or run away.
But there are people outside, how can we escape
Especially, now that he has a broken leg, if he wants to go out like this, he is looking for death, and he will directly hit someone's gun.
Zeng Li looked up to the sky and sighed, Damn, God is really going to kill him!
If you escape, you will definitely die.
If he doesn't run away, if he has a life-saving reason to get along with him, he can live for a few more days.
Zeng Li thought about it and felt that the latter was slightly better for him.
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Late at night, tiny snow particles fell from the night sky in Los Angeles, hitting the glass and making a slight sound.
Arthur's cell phone fell to the ground and he sat on the carpet with his head lowered and not knowing what he was thinking.
Mir came over and handed him a glass of wine.
"Have a drink. It's a good time to have a glass of red wine on a night like this."
Arthur didn't move. After a few seconds, he said, "Bring me the whiskey."
Mill: "It's not good with whiskey at this time."
Arthur raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were red and bloodshot, like a beast in desperate situation, ferocious and terrifying.
Mir spread his hands, turned around, took two empty glasses, and came over with a bottle of whiskey. He poured a glass for Arthur and handed it to him.
Arthur took it and drank it in one gulp.
However, he drank too much, coughed, and his face turned red.
Mir sat cross-legged opposite him. He didn't drink. He watched him cough violently and remained motionless.
Mil said: "Arthur, actually, what are you insisting on?"
"If you persist like this, she won't understand. Maybe, not only will she not understand, but she will blame you for it. She will think you are hypocritical..."
"You two used to be best friends, but after this incident came out, you still regarded her as your best friend, but she didn't necessarily think so? When she doubted you, she said that you were placed under the enemy's control The position and the years you think are important are, perhaps, worthless to her, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden bang and he received a solid punch in the face. He was so fast that he didn't even see how the person opposite him struck.
Arthur put down his hand. The red color on his face had not retreated yet. He said coldly: "Shut up. Who allowed you to slander her? What do you know? You think I don't know. The purpose of your saying that is just to think." To make me hate her and drive a wedge between me and her, aren’t you just impatient to take action?”
The corner of Mir's mouth was broken, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Yes... I want to do it, but isn't what I said wrong?"
Arthur stood up: "Even if it is right, you are not allowed to say anything. It is not your turn to intervene in the matter between me and her... Don't forget your identity."
Mir suddenly laughed at himself: "That's right... I shouldn't interfere, but I just can't bear to see you being so inseparable from her!"
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It’s the last few days of this month, and it’s time to clear your monthly tickets. My dears, go through your pockets and see what else is there