He Jingjing sighed, and put these paintings back to the dark grid one by one, constantly confirming whether there were any clues left.
He Jun suddenly picked her up, turned around, and said happily: "We succeeded, haha, succeeded."
"You have to celebrate a few times, so excited!" He Jingjing groaned.
"I still want to'celebrate', let's go to the bedroom!" He Jun raised his eyebrows ambiguously.
"It's not serious." He Jingjing kissed him, "Go to the store and have a look."
The two came to the front door, He Jingjing glanced outside, and suddenly said, "Weird, why the other pawnshops are closed. Could something happen?"
"You think too much, it is about to rain, they closed early, let's close too, no guests will come at this time."
He Jingjing nodded in agreement, and the two closed the rolling shutter. He Jingjing finally took a look at Shangma Street. The darkness and silence outside was terrifying. She knew she was a guilty conscience. She must calm down and take out her usual girl. The strongman's posture must not reveal any flaws.
The landline in the store rang suddenly, frightening He Jingjing's heart pounding, He Jun picked it up and said roughly: "Who? What are you talking about?"
"I'm coming!" He Jingjing asked to pass the receiver.
A gloomy man's voice came on the phone, as if he was speaking with a cloth covered in his mouth, "I really admire you. I dare to fight against Lie Lao's idea. You must be scared to death by now?"
He Jingjing replied indifferently: "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"What I'm talking about, you know in your heart that there are some things you can't hold. If you have to take it, your fingers will rot, and then the whole arm will rot, and finally even people will rot, because you don't have that blessing. , That thing is wealth in the hands of Old Lie, and disaster in your hands!"
"Neurotic!" He Jingjing hung up the phone.
"It's just a bluff..." He Jingjing just finished talking to He Jun. Suddenly, the unlocked rolling shutter was opened from the outside. Several villains in black suits walked in and He Jun shouted, "What the hell!"
He Jun stretched out his hand to stop him, and the man headed by the impressionist oil painting man pointed at him, "touch me and try, be careful that your fingers rot!"
He Jun withdrew his hands in fright.
The "Impressionist" made a gesture, and his subordinates began rudely searching for things, and threw the items on the shelf like frost. He Jingjing frowned, her face looked like frost.
They went into their own house again, and started searching, kicking open the cabinet door roughly with their feet, lifting the mattress, and the "Impressionists" took out the remaining sausages from the refrigerator to eat. When he walked to a large vase, he pushed the vase to pieces, and then stared sharply at He Jingjing.
"Boss, I didn't find it!" the subordinate reported.
"Impressionists" pointed at He Jingjing with his sausage fingers, "Why don't you feel bad? We smashed or fell your things, why don't you have a painful expression, I see, these are nothing to you, you You must have won the lottery recently, or made some evil money!"
He Jingjing felt like being pointed at her neck by the tip of a knife, and said in the most calm tone as possible: "You are Lao Lie. You are usually taken care of by Lao Lie so much. How dare we say no!"
"You also know that you have been taken care of by Old Lie, so you return him like this?" "Impressionists" sneered.
He Jingjing knows that the other party is bluffing. Sowing fear is a good thing for this group of people. In fact, they don't know anything, because if they knew it, it would not be the current way of confrontation.
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
"Impressionists" walked up to He Jingjing, stared at her face, and then stretched out his tongue to lick a drop of sweat off her face. He smacked his mouth like a wine tasting.
"What are you doing!" He Jun said angrily.
"Impressionists" walked up to He Jun again, staring at him, He Jun stepped back fearfully, and suddenly "Impressionists" pushed his lips together and violently opened his mouth with his tongue. After a violent tongue kiss, He Jun retreated. , Pooh, spitting.
"Impressionist" smacked the taste, squinted and said: "Your tongue is very bitter, you are nervous, why!"
"I am RNMLGB!" He Jun cursed, feeling greatly insulted.
"Impressionist" seemed to have bad ears, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want me to do?"
He Jun didn’t dare to speak any more, and the "Impressionists" added drama to himself, "If you want to be with my mother, then you are my dad, dad! Dad! Dad! The person I hate the most is my dad, you actually It's my father!"
He Jun showed an extremely embarrassed expression. He didn't know how to deal with this situation. What kind of madness is this? He Jingjing said: "Big brother, you calm down..."
"Shut up, mother!" The "Impressionist" roar almost shattered the glass. "You come hit me, Dad, hit me like I did when I was a kid, please!" He put his face in front of He Jun. Pat hard.
"Boss, can't I make a mistake?"
"Dad hit me! Hit me!" "Impressionist"'s eyes were almost falling off.
He Jun had nothing to do. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, slapped the opponent's face with a slap. The "Impressionist" was stunned. He vomited the blood in his mouth and said, "Strong harder, Dad!"
He Jun was really irritated this time, kicked him on his stomach, "Impressionist" fell to the ground, got up and laughed, "I haven't eaten, use more force, within three strokes, you won't kill me. , Hehe, I will kill you!"
"You said it yourself!" He Jun grabbed a piece of the ground, pointed it at the "Impressionist" neck and thrust it in. He Jingjing was so scared that his heart stopped beating.
The "Impressionists" grasped He Jun's wrist steadily, stared and said, "You are really going to kill me!"
Then he hit He Jun's face with a head hammer, He Jun backed up a few steps, bleeding in his nostrils, he yelled a national curse, punched him back, the "Impressionist" carried his arm on his shoulder and turned his back. A shoulder fall knocked He Jun to the ground, and He Jun fell to the ground and rolled.
The "Impressionist" laughed weirdly like a hyena with its prey, and put his hands in a circle around He Jun, then kicked a chair over and put He Jun's leg on it.
He Jun, who has been on the road, knew what he was going to do. He planned to break his knee with one foot. He Jun desperately begged for mercy, "Big brother, I was wrong, don't don't!"
"Aren't you my father? When you are a father, you have to take responsibility. If you can't take responsibility, then what kind of father are you?"
"I damn, I damn, don't do that!"
"Impressionist" looked bored and said, "I'm boring!" Then he raised his right leg, ready to stom it down.
Then a voice came, "Stop!"