Gan Qing looked around, but couldn't find any trace of Yan Hao. She drank the wind and ran again and again, which made her stomach hurt a bit. She shouldn't eat more chicken wings at night.
This may be retribution - last time she was open-mouthed and said "Tangqianyan" behind her back. Now she has become a big gecko. Today, she was trained by the big gecko for three streets.
On the courtyard wall, a heating notice that had been posted for more than a month floated halfway, fanning restlessly in the cold wind, and the writing on it was mottled.
Gan Qing stared at it for a while, then turned around and left, thinking: "No matter, love to die, I'm going back to sleep."
However, at this moment, a short exclamation sounded, and was interrupted immediately, Gan Qing slipped out like a fish, and was no longer in place in the next second.
This voice was called by Nie Ke, and by coincidence, Nie Ke woke up at this time.
A second ago, he was seducing silly Baitian with joy, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried on his shoulders like a sack and running wildly. Nie Ke's stomach pressed against Yan Hao's torn bag, and he didn't know what was so hard inside. He poked back and forth between his ribs, making him almost vomit.
Nie Ke subconsciously grabbed the old canvas bag, opened his mouth, and let go of his throat: "Ow, save..."
Yan Hao was taken aback and threw the man on his shoulders.
He hit the ground firmly from a height of one person, and Nie Ke felt that his internal organs were shaken three times, and the fall made his eyes black. Then, before he could see who the black-hearted kidnapper was, a piece of The sweat-soaked coat was smashed down, covering his head.
Nie Ke was about to go crazy, pulling Yan Hao's rag bag, lying on the ground with his old waist, desperately rubbing his butt into the distance: "What the hell are you... um... um!"
Yan Hao gave him a kick, and the man curled up into a big shrimp. Tang Qianyan, the unskilled kidnapper, was sweating on his forehead. He grabbed his bag and tried to hold Nie Ke's head. He died heroically in the torn between two men, and the contents fell to the ground.
Ayanbury!
Yan Hao angrily gave Nie Ke an elbow, and the thing finally stopped moving.
Yan Hao panted heavily, and hurriedly stuffed the things that fell out into his bag. Before he could check, he keenly caught a little movement. Yan Hao's expression changed, he bent over to carry Nie Ke, and turned to run. .
At this moment, a fierce wind swept across his face, blocking his path, and Gan Qing chased after him!
Yan Hao took a deep breath, raised his hand to fight in front of him, and he was short-handed with this leg. The two of them collided head-on and bounced off at the same time - Gan Qing bounced farther, and the difference in weight was still insurmountable.
Yan Hao's forearm hurt as if his forearm was broken, his whole body tensed, and he stared at the person in front of him: "You... Who are you?"
Some laymen think that the legs are stronger than the arms, and the legs are strong. out legs. Because people borrow and exert all their strength under a pair of feet, when the legs are lifted, the person is half empty first, and the center of gravity has to change. It is easy to sweep the legs out and know where to fall. What is even more difficult is that when they fall together, people will be invisible. There are a lot of empty doors, and it is easy to be counter-killed by opponents.
The other side's leg blocking the road seems to be menacing, but in fact, it is a bit similar to the behavior of the owner when the kitten and puppies make trouble.
If Gan Qing is not a "stick" who doesn't understand anything, then she has left a lot of leeway.
"Don't know me? When I was buying pancakes, I looked up every day and didn't look down to see each other. Once there was only one piece of crispy left, and you gave it to me." Gan Qing moved her numb shin a little. She stopped joking and lowered the pressure The voice said, "I will remember this favor. I will say it again for the last time. You put this person down, and I will not call the police."
"No, I won't let it go." Yan Hao took a half step back vigilantly, "He... he is a scum, he hurts people, pretends to be innocent, I saw... he wants to lie to others!"
"Who did it hurt?" Gan Qing listened to his insane words with difficulty, and was stunned for a moment before she realized, "His wife? You know her—Xiang Xiaoman?"
Yan Hao shook his head honestly.
Gan Qing was inexplicable: "You don't know her, so what are you doing here? What's your business?"
Yan Hao's vocabulary is quite lacking, and he doesn't even know how to scold people.
"So what? Are you here to do justice for the sky?" Gan Qing asked, "Are you from the Women's Federation?"
So concerned about women's rights
Yan Hao thought she was talking about "Reunion" - the Avengers - this man was mocking his arrest in Spider-Man's clothes!
A huge dimensional wall fell from the sky and lay between them, creating a chicken-and-duck talk.
Yan Hao's face flushed red, and he roared in grief and indignation, and bumped into Gan Qing regardless.
Gan Qing: "..."
What did she say wrong
Yan Hao is tall and big, and he does have an advantage. He regards Nie Ke as a big stick that is not very easy to handle. He wields it vigorously. Gan Qing taps his toes lightly, and instantly retreats three or four meters, not daring to take the move. , because this "big stick" is made of human flesh, and if it is accidentally broken, both of them have to become murderers.
In a flash, he slipped to Yan Hao's side, Gan Qing's fingers were like hooks, and they were drawn towards Yan Hao's throat. Yan Hao's neck got goosebumps. , Every joint was murderous. He was a little scared for a while, and after a while, Gan Qing hooked Nie Ke's belt with his hand and wanted to pull him off.
Yan Hao smashed Nie Ke down.
This move is comparable to "Liu Bei smashes the child". If he hits the key when he hits the ground, Nie Ke will have to be paraplegic in a high position if he doesn't finish playing. Gan Qing can't watch the scum fall into the adult cake, so he has no choice but to reach out to pick it up. She is the way of the sword, and she does not practice the kind of kung fu that can wrestle with people. She has never done physical work since the ancestors. Yan Hao didn't know how many hundred pounds this smashed, Gan Qing's arms sank, and he almost stretched his waist.
Before she could get a firm grip, Yan Hao swung Nie Ke forward and swept forward, knocked her away directly, spread his long legs and ran, after a few ups and downs, he disappeared again.
This person is like a gas bag, but his skills are not soft at all.
Just as Gan Qing was about to chase, a colic in her left abdomen stumbled upon her. She snorted, frowned and bent down, feeling a little nauseous—even a martial arts master can't exercise vigorously after meals.
At this time, a person ran over with the wind: "What's the situation?"
When Yan Hao stunned Nie Ke, Gan Qing casually told their leader. Yu Lanchuan had been waiting in the elevator room for 20 minutes at the time, during which time he had finished reviewing the monthly report on his mobile phone, and the person he wanted to meet hadn't come back yet. It was a little strange that he received a message from Gan Qing and hurried over.
"What's wrong with you?" Yu Lanchuan saw at a glance that her face was wrong, and reached out to support her elbow. Her elbow was hard and skinny, and when she curled up, she looked light and airy.
"Like a piece of paper." Yu Lanchuan suddenly thought in a trance.
Immediately, he shook off the inexplicable thought: "Where is the injury? Is it Yan Hao?"
Gan Qing: "..."
No, it's chicken wings.
"It's alright," she waved her hand and took a breath, "a bit of a mess... He's too good at running."
Yu Lanchuan: "What's going on?"
Gan Qing explained the matter in a few words, and finally asked feebly, "You guys are decent, have freaks become popular recently?"
Yu Lanchuan's ears moved, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at her - what do you call "you" these famous people
"Go back first." Yu Lanchuan said calmly, "I'll borrow some eyeliner from Uncle Yang."
Gan Qing's stomach was tumbling, and seeing that the protest was effective, she stopped making trouble. She felt a little better and was about to leave, when suddenly she saw something in the tree pit by the roadside, went over and picked it up: "Doll ?plastic?"
Carrying a bag of scum, Yan Hao jumped out of the small courtyard, and hid in an unfinished building in a panic. He took action, tied Nie Ke's hands and feet, and checked the bag that he tore open in distress.
Suddenly, Yan Hao froze, his eyes widened for a moment, he threw all the things in his luggage to the ground in a panic, and turned over them one by one... Ling Baoli was gone!
Yanning's night was very short, as if the last bus had just brought the tired overtime passengers home, and the elderly people who were walking their dogs and doing morning exercises were about to leave. It's not dawn, and the breakfast sellers have turned on their lights, and they are ready to welcome the first wave of customers. The owner of the pancake and fruit stall stopped the cart, picked up the iron spoon, and stirred it in a bucket full of sauce. Twice, I turned on the fire and roasted my hands. I saw a few beggar-like people sticking something on the wall from a distance, so I picked up the oiled paper, picked up a few fried dough sticks, and gave it to the beggars: "Brothers of the beggars today. Why are we so early?"
"Don't dare to delay what the old gang master ordered." The beggars thanked them and devoured the fried dough sticks.
As soon as the owner of the pancake fruit stall heard it, he knew that it was a grievance between the rivers and lakes. He leaned over with his hands behind his back and saw that there was a "Lost and Found" flyer on the wall with a black and white photo of Ling Bo Li on it. In the reception room of No. 10 courtyard, it is vaguely stated, "Replace with what you took away, and the overdue ticket will be torn before dawn."
"Let's get a... doll? I don't understand." The owner of Pancake Fruit murmured inexplicably, "Your gang is really becoming more and more trendy."
In Yard No. 110, Uncle Yang also thought it was outrageous. He and Boss Jiang from the laundry were over 150 years old together.
"Can it be done?" Uncle Yang glanced at Yu Lanchuan, still feeling that he had come up with a bad idea.
Holding a cup of black tea bought in the 24-hour store, Mr. Yu tapped the keyboard "clucking", and was concentrating on the next day's work, so that he could catch up during the lunch break without raising his head. Say, "Listen to me, don't worry. We've pitched for similar projects, and the fandom is more than you can imagine."
Uncle Yang didn't understand, so he glanced at Yu Lanchuan's work with a bit of awe.
There are more and more rumors about Yan Hao. Boss Jiang is afraid that he will not be able to bear it. He wants to ask Uncle Yang to help him find something that doesn't have to be public. Uncle Yang went home and fought with his granddaughter for several days. Finally, President Yang let go , promised him a security post. Boss Jiang was very happy, and before he had time to tell Yan Hao, the kid left without saying goodbye.
"How old are you, and you still play with dolls... Alas!"
"This child was delayed by his mother," Boss Jiang sighed, "His grandmother was saved by Senior Yan in front of the hall when she was a child, and she talked about it all her life, which affected the child. When Yan Hao was young, he was quite unprofessional. , I dream of being a hero every day, and because of this, I do everything possible to marry brother Yan... Fortunately, brother Yan is a honest man. After marriage, the couple lived a good life, but it was not too early. After he left, There are orphans and widowed mothers left in the family, and they have relied on some friends from the Yan family to help them. I always feel that he is not a man, so I forced him to learn kung fu, and made him stand on a pile at the age of five or six. I went there once, and the child cried while practicing."
Nowadays, there are not many people who practice the boy's kung fu. Contemporary martial arts focus more on strength and speed. The master does not teach it to children who are too young. First, they are afraid that the muscles and bones will be damaged when they practice hard skills. If you don't come out, you will delay your child's serious studies. Even Yu Lanchuan's family background was learned from Yu Huaide after he was ten years old.
Boss Jiang: "Look at what he's doing now, he's done a lot of work, but what's the use other than causing trouble? How can he stand in the society in the future? Tangqianyan, it's better to cut off the inheritance completely."
At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the door, and with a "click", the two old men who were talking with Xu Xu shut their mouths at the same time, like two agile old apes, grabbed the door, and Yu Lanchuan raised his head.
Yan Hao, who was carrying Nie Ke, finally showed his face in dew.
His coat was wrapped around Nie Ke, and he was wearing a khaki sweater with holes on his body. He had stubble on his face that had not been shaved for a few days, and his eyes were bloodshot. Avoiding the sight of Boss Jiang, he lowered his head. Looking at his toes, he reached out to Yu Lanchuan: "Give it back to me."
It was almost dawn, a whistle was heard in the courtyard on the 110th, and a group of nearby beggar gangs showed up.
A disciple of the Beggar Gang carried two supermarket shopping bags and whispered to Uncle Yang, "Sect Master Yang, everything has been checked with the receipt."
"Come on!" With a wave of Uncle Yang's hand, the disciples of the Beggar Gang carried Nie Ke up to the eighth floor in a well-trained manner, slipped the door to pick the lock, and unknowingly sent him to their bed and put Nie Ke on his body. He untied the rope, took out a bottle of wine from his own shopping bag, dripped a little bit into Nie Ke's mouth, spilled some on his body and clothes, emptied the wine bottle, and created the effect of the smell of alcohol in the house. Clean footprints, filed out.
In the communication room, Yu Lanchuan stood up, put away the computer, and took Ling Li.
Yan Hao hurriedly shouted, "Give it back to me!"
Yu Lanchuan looked at the plastic figure in his hand, threw it up and caught it, sneering: "Let's talk about it when you calm down."
Yan Hao's lifeblood was thrown around by him, his eyes were splitting, and he was firmly held down by the disciples of the Beggar Gang. Boss Jiang slapped Yan Hao on the back a few times with hatred of iron, and he was furious.
"But he's a scum, Uncle Jiang!" Yan Hao was familiar with Boss Jiang, and he spoke a little more neatly, "His daughter-in-law was driven mad by him, and I even saw him giving money to a black-hearted doctor in a black clinic! She There's a reason to kill him!"
"So what!" Boss Jiang was furious, "That's the matter of the couple, and the honest officials are constantly doing housework!"
Yan Hao: "I..."
"Do you have any evidence? The court and the police are going to see the evidence." Uncle Yang interrupted him gently, "My child, I know you are kind, but outsiders can't explain this kind of thing."
But... what about her? What about Xiang Xiaoman
How can you do this
Yan Hao looked at them blankly and helplessly.