The relationship between people is a very delicate matter, especially the thoughts of girls. Zhang Yuan found that Fan Lingling's attitude towards him has improved greatly.
Maybe she felt that Zhang Yuan was in trouble, maybe she felt that Zhang Yuan was going to be unlucky and give me a dying consolation, or maybe she was a little scared when she heard that Zhang Yuan was so powerful, and it was even more likely that the girl’s aunt was clean and happy. .
In short, Fan Lingling did not call Zhang Yuan a "poor ghost" as soon as she met a few days ago, but changed her name to a slightly more pleasant one.
"Poor boy, early." Fan Lingling got into the passenger seat.
Zhang Yuan was still dissatisfied with this title, and gave her a blank look, "Why don't you sit behind and go?"
"My car, I can sit wherever I like." Fan Lingling fastened her seat belt.
"Cut." Zhang Yuan cursed shamelessly, "Your family? This belongs to the country, the people, and the taxpayer. Whose name is on this vehicle license?"
"That's not your name either." Fan Lingling also glanced back at him, muttering to herself, "You can control it, virtue."
Zhang Yuan didn't continue the battle with her with white eyes. He put on his sunglasses and started the car. He didn't go too far, and the corner of his eye saw Fan Lingling rummaged in her small bag, and finally turned out a piece of paper folded into small squares.
Fan Lingling took it out without saying a word, so she slipped it into Zhang Yuan's coat pocket.
"What is it?" Zhang Yuan was inexplicable, "My pocket is not a garbage dump."
"A letter from someone to you." Fan Lingling said in a long tone.
"The love letter you wrote to me?"
"Fuck you! My dad investigated the situation of Zhu Chenglong's house for you, don't forget it." Fan Lingling murmured, and put her hand in Zhang Yuan's pocket again.
"Who said no, you said it earlier." Zhang Yuan hurriedly clutched his pockets.
"Forget it, this lady doesn't care about you poor boy."
As soon as Zhang Yuanyi let go, Fan Lingling grabbed something from his pocket, not the piece of paper, but a small plastic square bag.
"What's the thing?" Fan Lingling didn't know it at first. After watching it for several times, she didn't know which fake and shoddy product was out of the factory. There was only a brand and no name.
"Well, this..." Zhang Yuanmeng stretched out his hand to grab it back, unexpectedly Fan Lingling would have guarded his hand.
"Hey, I want to grab it, no way." Fan Lingling felt proud to bully the poor boy. She brushed the zigzag on one side, pinched it out with two fingers, and pressed her finger, "Finger cots?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned. When he didn't know how to explain, he saw Fan Lingling slap his head, "Haha, I see, balloon."
Seeing that Fan Lingling's lips were about to lean up to blow up the balloon, Zhang Yuan felt that he couldn't say anything, and said embarrassingly: "Well, cough, that's... a safe... condom."
"Huh?" Fan Lingling's rosy and shiny lips had already touched her. She didn't expect this transparent plastic film to be that thing. Suddenly, a very disgusting feeling surged up, and she threw the thing out of the window with an instigation. As if thinking of something again, he vomited outside for a while, "Bah! Bah! Bah!"
"Okay, what are you vomiting? I haven't used it, clean." Zhang Yuan smiled.
"You bastard! Rogue! Rubbish! Perverted!" Fan Lingling almost roared and cursed, "Why didn't you remind me earlier!"
Zhang Yuan aggrieved: "I wanted to say, but I didn't expect you to move so fast." Then he persuaded: "Oh, it's not dirty. The factory just came out, disinfected and sterilized, and it's more hygienic than your mouth! Let's talk about you. Haven't you watched those videos? Those women still use their mouths to lick men, what are you?"
"Disgusting!" Fan Lingling's face blushed. This is her culprit, just like the painful spot behind Zhang Yuan. As long as she says this, she wilts.
However, Fan Lingling soon thought of the question again: "Why do you carry this thing with you? Desperate."
"Oh, actually..." Zhang Yuan didn't know how to say it. He thought about explaining: "Actually, this was given to me by an elder. I was afraid I would use it in case of any situation. It would protect myself and girls ,is not it?"
"Cut." Fan Lingling showed an expression of someone who believed her.
"I'm really not... I'm still a virgin, a man." Zhang Yuan explained, he thought, hell, what shall I explain to her, is it necessary? I stepped on the accelerator, "Forget it, believe it or not, just in case there is something wrong? Besides, I didn't give it to you. You grabbed it from my pocket."
"The second rule of the driver's rules is that you are not allowed to drive me with such things!"
"Hey, hey, are you wrong? This is my own business, what right do you have to care about me? Even your servant shouldn't deprive me of my sexual rights, right?"
"Go, go, you guys just talk about this." Fan Lingling ignored him, turned her head and looked out the window, letting some cool wind blow on her hot face.
Zhang Yuan curled his lips. It seemed that Lu Yao had also said this sentence, is this what boys do? It seems so, who knows.
Zhang Yuan took out the piece of paper from his pocket as he drove. It was output from a color inkjet printer with a hint of ink.
There is a photo above. It is Zhu Chenglong’s father Zhu Jianqiang. As expected, there must be a son. Zhu Jianqiang also has a sturdy face, a bald head and a fierce appearance. Looking at the resume, the young professional underground black boxer. Competition 212 The game was unbeaten, and was later favored by the wolf gang, the largest gang in China Shipping, and became the wolf gang's first gold medalist.
Finally, there is this guy's address, daily location, and even a general schedule of actions.
"Such details." Zhang Yuan frowned, "What does your dad mean? Let me kill him?"
"I don't know." Fan Lingling was still immersed in the shame just now.
However, Zhang Yuan felt that Fan Dasheng would not tell his daughter even if he was interested in that, even if he would not order himself in person, these high officials would not say so clearly, but should he take orders from him
Zhang Yuan didn’t want to participate in this kind of gang fight, nor did he want to end up with endless hatred. He didn’t want to make Fan Dasheng a gunman inexplicably. When the car passed a remote trash can, he stopped, lit it, and burned it completely. Stepped on two feet again.
Zhang Yuan doesn’t want to make the conflict bigger, but people with hatred and strength will certainly not end up here. They always find a place, otherwise the son of the wolf gang’s number one gold medalist will be annulled. To swallow? How can you still mess around on the road in the future
This morning is destined to be not so peaceful.
The first one who came to the door was the small east gang, another major force on campus. Like the Young Wolf Gang, the Xiaodong Gang originated from the Pudong Gang, the second largest gang in China Shipping, and it can be said that it was supported by the Pudong Gang. The competition between the Xiaodong Gang and the Young Wolf Gang in this school is fierce. Everyone wants to recruit more powerful young masters with backstage as their younger brothers. As for those who can play well, that can't be let go.
"Are you really unwilling to join us?" The boss of the Xiaodong Gang, Mao Dawang, went out in person, but he didn't expect to be rejected by Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan said neither overbearing nor overbearing: "Boss Mao, thank you for your kindness, but I am really not interested in joining the club."
Before Zhang Yuan had finished speaking, the thugs of the Xiaodong Gang immediately became uproarious, "Damn, only come to you if I can't stand you! I look down on you, which green onion are you?"
"Don't give face to our boss! You offend the Young Wolf Gang and want to offend our Little East Gang. Your kid doesn't want to live anymore?"
"Okay!" Xiaodong Gang yelled, "It's all annoying your mother! Shut up! After beating his men, Mao Dawang smiled again: Brother Zhang Yuan, although you won't join us, I still want to treat you as a brother. If Young Wolf is helping you and you need help, remember to talk to your buddies."
After the Xiaodong Gang boss finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
Zhang Yuan understood what he meant. He must think that Zhang Yuan hadn't suffered yet, and he was dragging him a lot. When the young wolf helped Zhang Yuan get in trouble, he would naturally be softened. But is it possible to ask Zhang Yuan to follow him as a horseman
Looking back, Qin Xiaogang was quite a friend, standing by his side, his fists clenched tightly, ready to fight at any time.
"Relax, relax." Zhang Yuan patted him, "It seems that your actual combat experience is still not enough. Before the fight, you should be nervous, but don't be overly nervous. This is not a contest. There is no need to follow the rules when fighting. But don't be stupid, turn your head and run."
Qin Xiaogang smiled, "I am not afraid of them, I am..."
Zhang Yuan followed Qin Xiaogang's eyes and saw that from the classroom, he could see the playground in front of the school, and saw that more than a dozen cars had stopped on the playground. The first stop was a few vans, and many men in black suits came out of the car, standing in a row with well-trained training, until they stood up, the last black Lexus stopped at the end of the line.
Then came down a tall and strong man, bald, fierce, affectionate and cold. When the man got out of the car, a large row of dozens of black suits in front of him immediately bowed and gestured neatly, just like a gang on TV.
Zhang Yuan hadn't spoken yet, and there were already boys in the classroom screaming, "Zhu Jianqiang!"