Sister Zijin and sister don't seem to like Su Yu very much, the elder sister is fine, after all, there is blood and hatred, why does sister Zijin dislike Su Yu, because of the nature of women's jealousy
Sister Zijin is generous, with a straightforward personality, giving people a sense of spring breeze. Ordinarily, there should be no jealousy, even though Su Yu is very beautiful.
I don't understand. I don't understand.
I really don't have a clue about this.
"Ding!"
Qin Ze waited for a while, but there was no movement, and asked, "What's the matter with the system?"
system:"??"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I misheard it. It's my text message." Qin Ze reacted and changed the ringtone of the text message the next day. Every time he came to text messages, he always misheard it as a task sent by the system.
System: "Forcibly brush my sense of existence, well done."
The system, a salty fish, was so frightened that he didn't show up for several days because he was afraid that some big boss from the system world would come over, and he didn't dare to release tasks.
"You continue to hide. I'm sure there is no guy showing up, and I will inform you that you are safe." Qin Ze clicked on the text message, and it was actually sent by Zhao Tiezhu. They had already exchanged mobile phone numbers at the dining table. When Qin Ze When he asked him for his mobile phone number in the tone of a big brother, Comrade Tie Zhu turned into Xiao Mengxin, bowing his head to the big guy while reading out his mobile phone number.
Text message content: "Qin Ze, have you ever practiced martial arts? I have been in the army before, and I have seen a tough guy like you."
Although they are not allowed to become masters after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the national art is real, and it is not so mysterious. It is just the use of strength and speed, coupled with years of hard training. The army also has a set of specialized fighting skills, such as special forces, it should be no problem to hang four or five adults.
"Practice." Qin Ze replied.
"What kind of trick was that just now?" Zhao Tiezhu sent a message to ask.
Qin Ze thought for a while and replied, "A unicorn arm that has been around for twenty-three years."
He meant to be joking, the old drivers have heard of the name of the unicorn arm, but he forgot that he and Zhao Tiezhu are not from the same world, how could Mr. Zhao be proficient in Internet memes, and when the keyboard man was crackling on various forums, Mr. Zhao is also fighting, he is fighting for the beds of goddesses.
It's not the same world at all.
Comrade Tie Zhu thought it was true, and asked, "Do you have a gang?"
Qin Ze's brain twitched: "Yes, I'm a student of the Zhatian Gang."
"Zhitian Gang?" Mr. Zhao didn't know what to do.
"Well, there are not many people, but all of them are elites."
"awesome."
At this time, Zhao Tiezhu dialed the number of an old comrade in the army in a pure black BMW car.
This comrade-in-arms is amazing, He Nanren, who learned martial arts in Shaolin Temple for several years when he was a child, chopped bricks with his hands, smashed tiles with his brain, anyway, all kinds of tricks exploded.
Fortunately, the phone got through and I wasn't training.
"Hey, Ma, I met a martial arts master."
"A master of martial arts? A boulder in the chest or a steel bar in the throat."
"You're all jugglers. My friend is so awesome. With one hand, he holds a cracked thick-bottomed glass. What's the concept? If you shake hands with me, it will crush my palm in minutes."
"Impossible." The comrade-in-arms did not believe it, and said in a firm tone.
There have been such videos on the Internet. Ordinary people can easily crush eggs, but if it is the grip of the palm, even if you use your strength to suck the eggs, the eggs will still be intact.
Of course they didn't know that Qin Ze had started to hang up, and the second set of primary school gymnastics presented to him by the system had begun to bear fruit. If you can't even crush a cup, how can you be a man comparable to Teddy
"I can swear this is absolutely true. I just had dinner with him and provoked him, and he cracked two glasses on the spot to show me."
The comrade-in-arms was silent for a moment: "If so, congratulations."
"No, you're mistaken, I didn't accept him as a bodyguard."
"No, no, you made a mistake too. I just want to congratulate you on escaping a catastrophe. If what you said is true, you can be slapped against the wall with a single slap. Your stud life, Mr. Zhao, So GG."
Zhao Tiezhu laughed and said: "That's not true, by the way, he said he was from the Zhatian Gang. Have you heard of it?"
"Fried... Heavenly Gang?"
The comrade-in-arms thought to himself, which bastard dares to take such a brainless name, isn't he afraid of being punched out
"Maybe it's a folk genre, I haven't heard of it."
hang up the phone.
Zhao Biao asked the driver: "Is there a club nearby?"
The driver is a local, and sighed: "The investigation has been strict recently, the world is difficult."
Zhao Biao said with a smile: "No cost, no loan, bring your own equipment for production."
The driver said: "Brother Zhao is very politically aware, so where are we going now?"
"Find a bar. I'm going to get a jerk."
Qin Ze and Wang Zijin returned to the community and took the elevator upstairs. Before entering the door, Wang Zijin suddenly said, "Ah Ze, my foot hurts. I may have sprained it somewhere. Can you carry me on your back?"
It's all at the door, and you have to carry it home? Based on his understanding of his sister, he must be sitting on the sofa right now, waiting for them to go home with an unhappy expression. Based on his understanding of Wang Zijin, this is definitely not a simple matter of "just carry me home".
Qin Ze recharged a 250 intelligence card for himself, then refused the request of Miss Wang's family, and decisively took out the key to open the door.
In the living room, my elder sister sat upright with a golden knife, looking at the maggots and wolves who had blacked out their hearts, and they both returned home.
Qin Ze was thankful for his wit. He was going to carry Wang Zijin home, but his sister's little face was not expressionless, but dark as hell.
Once, Qin Baobao asked Qin Ze to carry him home in the car. He was too young at that time and thought his sister was just acting like a baby.
Now Wang Zijin has revenge.
The routines of the sisters are as deep as the sea.
Xiao Mengxin was trembling.
The living room is air-conditioned and very warm.
"Yo, it's time for a date." Qin Baobao said in a strange way.
She looked like she had just taken a shower and washed herself to nothing. She was wearing a large T-shirt that reached to her thighs. She should have worn fat clothes inside, but it was covered by a T-shirt, which made people feel that her lower body was not wearing anything. Originally, Qin Ze had the opportunity to see if his sister was wearing fat clothes. But the moment his younger brother and best friend came in, Qin Baobao changed from the posture of a big horse with a golden knife to a sitting posture of a lady with his legs together.
"Yeah, I had a lot of fun. By the way, baby, have you had dinner? If you haven't eaten, order takeaway. We didn't bring it for you." Wang Zijin smiled.
If it were two months ago, Qin Baobao would tease her so much, she would have blushed and denied it.
Qin Baobao didn't lose his temper. He hugged the pillow and watched TV. Qin Ze told her that meeting friends and discussing business, of course, not confessing to his sister was a py transaction.
But invisibly, there is still a strange atmosphere.
When Qin Ze saw the two sisters looking at each other, murderous intent surged, and he felt the pill.
I don't know when, the two of them fought more and more frequently, their intrigue became more and more cunning, and routines emerged endlessly.
I remember that when sister Zijin first came, my sister was fighting with me, and she was watching a play from the sidelines.
Now Feng Shui turns... Hey, this doesn't seem to be something to be happy about.
"This bloody brother, he has to drink vinegar even after eating, and it's difficult for him to move forward." Wang Zijin thought to himself.
"Sima Zhaozhi's heart is well known to everyone in the house, and the pressure is huge." Qin Baobao thought to himself.
Qin Ze pretended to be nonchalant, pressed the remote control to switch channels, and chose a costume drama at random.
"Have you heard the news from Xiao Lingzi that Empress Gao is about to return?"
"Don't talk nonsense, it would be nice to ask Li Guiren to listen."
"She's just a noble person. If the empress really returns to the throne, you and I will turn around the limelight. How can we care about her?"
"I heard that Li Guiren has always had some bargaining chips in his hands..."
…
It's so hard to die, it's a palace fighting drama.
Wang Zijin rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Ah Ze, the food in that restaurant is quite delicious. We will go again next time we find a chance."
Looking for an opportunity is extremely heavy on the three words.
Qin Baobao immediately looked at his younger brother with charming and pitiful eyes, his soft eyes were full of grievances.
Shameful cute.
Qin Ze said, "It's just a business deal, we'll eat it another day, let's go together."
Wang Zijin: "..."
Pig teammates.
The elder sister cast a provocative look at Wang Zijin.
Wang Zijin knew a long time ago that ordinary methods were not enough to deal with this dead brother. It is necessary to hold back a killing move that seals the throat with blood.
"Sister Zijin, are you going next week?" Qin Ze asked.
Wang Zijin was expressionless: "Don't call me Miss Zijin, that Wang Zijin back then is dead, and now I am called Niu Colu Zijin."
Qin Ze: 囧