"Brother Chao, there will be the annual King of Duck King Contest for hegemony in a few days. This time it will be held at Afeng's venue. Will the cowards of Hongxing take the opportunity to make trouble?"
"Problem? I want them to make trouble! It's best that the old woman of Sister Thirteen takes the lead in making trouble!" Brother Chao held the wine glass coldly.
"Then we will take the opportunity to use this excuse to fix them?" The subordinate smiled and guessed.
"Fuck, you know it, you know what a fart." Brother Chao's laughter and cursing came through the phone headset.
Lizhiyuan District.
Full of alcohol and food, Zhang Yuan took a chair and sat on the balcony with his legs crossed. He laid his feet leisurely on the edge of the balcony. Two big feet without socks extended far from the balcony. They kept rubbing each other.
"Miss Yang, have you heard of the King of Duck King Tournament?" Zhang Yuan raised his head and asked.
Not far away, there is a weighing scale on the ground, which was bought by Zhang Yuan at the request of Yang Huimin. At first, Zhang Yuan didn’t know what he wanted this thing for, but now I know that she dares to weigh her before and after every meal. One weight.
Huimin was busy checking the weight and snorted non-committal.
Zhang Yuan wanted to hear more details, and found that she was just busy with herself. Zhang Yuan was unhappy and said, "Why are you weighing? It's okay to look for trouble, aren't you doing well now?"
"I haven't been weighing it for a long time. There are so many things that worry me every day, and I can't worry about it. How can I think about it?" When it comes to topics such as her figure or maintaining her appearance, she suddenly talks a lot.
"You haven't weighed for a long time. Why did you run to me to weigh?" Zhang Yuan was depressed. Is it because I'm so kind, I came across a stinky problem.
"Yes, because I met you, I have the courage and confidence in life, and also have my own new ideals and pursuits. Therefore, after I have weighed every meal in the future, I have to record and compare."
Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly, "Weigh your weight every day. Your ideal is great enough, but I think weighing six times a day is not enough."
"Oh?" Yang Huimin looked back suspiciously.
"You think, your measurement before and after meals is just to get the data on how much food you have eaten. This is inaccurate, so you have to weigh it before and after every time you poop and urinate to see to the end. How much did it pull."
"You are disgusting.", all in wa
Yang Huimin threw an angry roll of eyes and ignored him.
Zhang Yuan smiled triumphantly, "Why don't you tell me about the Duck King Contest."
"How do I know that contest?" Yang Huimin walked over after weighing it.
"You paid back just now."
"Then you are asking if you know if you don't know. Last night it was not the third place that Liu said. I don't know if I don't say it."
Yuan nodded. Although he was well-informed, he really hadn't seen this Duck King Contest, so I didn't know what it was.
"This year's competition will start soon." Zhang Yuan raised his head and said again.
Unexpectedly, Yang Huimin immediately asked him a sentence that made him half angry, "Do you want to compare?"
Zhang Yuan fainted, "Do you really think of me as a duck man?"
Knowing that he would not participate, Huimin nodded, as soon as I understood, and then said, "You look like this, I'm afraid that you won't pass the first level."
"No." Zhang Yuan opened his mouth wide, and asked without giving up, "Then what about me?"
"That...hehe." Yang Huimin covered her mouth and smiled like a flower, "I don't even qualify for the competition."
Zhang Yuan is so depressed, is it that Laozi is so bad? Too hateful, no, I have to say.
"You hit me, but if I am like you said, why are there so many female friends? Are they all blind?" Zhang Yuan asked angrily.
"Because they want a man, not a duck." Yang Huimin dropped a blank eye and walked away with a smile.
Zhang Yuan was stunned, stood up suddenly, and asked Yang Huimin's graceful back, "Which one do you want?"
"What do you mean?"
She knew exactly which one she wanted. Zhang Yuan just wanted to tease her, his mouth curled up, turned around and sat down, and then started listening to the conversation in the earphones. Even if he was talking to Yang Huimin just now, his ears were not idle.
At this time, I only heard the guy inside who was suspected of Brother Chao's with a smile again, "Brother Chao, why do you have to get along with Sister Thirteen? Could it be that the woman still has Feng Yun still thinking about it?"
Zhang Yuan heard a moment of silence. It was obvious that the subordinate had asked too much and touched on Brother Chao’s secret. Zhang Yuan even imagined that Brother Chao was turning the glass and looking at the subordinate coldly, and then asked, “Who made it? You come to inquire about this!"
However, Brother Chao didn’t ask that, and after a few seconds of silence, he smiled, “Old Qiang, I think you are tempted by the 13th sister? Haha, in fact, I am tempted by her daughter. That girl is pure, listen. It's still a place."
Zhang Yuan chittered. Obviously Brother Chao didn't tell the truth. Hong Jinqiu is not worthy of him no matter how good-looking. What's more, it is ridiculous to use pure to describe Xiaotaimei. This shows that Chaoge is not clear about Hong Jinqiu in many aspects. His idea is pure nonsense. For this animal, his favorite is other people's girlfriends.
Zhang Yuan's reconnaissance of Brother Chao started out only because he wanted to investigate the news of Catherine from this clue, but when they heard them talking about the Thirteenth Sister Hongxing, Zhang Yuan suddenly had a new idea.
Brother Chao is forcing the 13th sister to surrender what baby? Why didn't Hong Jinqiu tell her life or death? Does this matter have anything to do with Catherine? Was it because I was implicated by the little sister? Or are Hong Jinqiu and himself the targets they need to attack
Just when Zhang Yuan's thoughts kept growing, he listened to Brother Chao with a low laugh, "Boss, I've stayed in Hongxing before, and I know a secret about Sister Thirteen."
"Oh?" Not only the old Qiang focused his attention, even Zhang Yuan couldn't help but listen.
Brother Chao said in a low voice, "Don't look at the thirteen sisters, there is still a lot of fun. Forty or so is like her in her thirties. She looks pretty and has a good body, but you know, she will be scared as long as she takes off her clothes. Damn you!"
"Why?" Old Qiang asked Zhang Yuan's question.
"Tattooed!"
Lao Qiang laughed. "The women who are in the Dao gang have more tattoos, and they won't scare me to death. If I say I still like tattooed girls, I am tattooing my heart and arranging flowers in the ass drum pattern. I've done it."
Brother Chao sneered, "Do you think I came from the country? If this is a tattoo, I will tell you a fart!" Brother Chao paused, then whispered: "She took off her clothes, and the whole inside was tattooed. She doesn’t even have a piece of white flesh, and it’s a ghost with tattoos that makes the scalp numb. Listening to the talk, it’s not only a tattoo, but a curse, she’s very spiritual, she’ll die if she hears of it. ."
Don't say that Zhang Yuan doesn't believe it very much, and the old Qiang doesn't believe it either. "It's just a legend. I believe the tattoo, but the curse is too high. Besides, her ex-husband Dafei divorced her many years before he died."
Brother Chao also felt that the curse was a bit untenable, but he said: "Anyway, that tattoo is terrible. Do you know why Dafei divorced her back then? It's because the tattoo is so horrible, Dafei can't have desire at all. Hard, come to her and just look at those terrible things."
Old Qiang nodded, "I'm a little bit convinced, which man do you think does not like white flowers and white flesh? If there are horrible ghosts in front of me, let alone play, my mother will have nightmares when sleeping in the same bed with her. That's right." After the old Qiang finished speaking, he asked again, "Brother Chao, have you seen it? What is the tattoo?"
"I don't know, I just heard that all the people who have seen it are dead."
The conversation on the other side came to a halt again, and then I heard Lao Qiang’s voice ringing again, "If we can know the tattoo design of the thirteen sisters, then we can be in the last level of the Duck King Contest. Use that pattern, hehe, when the thirteenth girl sees it, she still wonders what she thinks."
"Haha." Both men laughed shamelessly.
In the end, Brother Chao's sentence ended the chat, "If you want to know that the tattoo on the body of the thirteenth sister is worse than killing her, it is useful to make such a famous name. What I want is not as simple as she is angry."
When peace was restored in the earphones, Zhang Yuan took off the earphones and looked at the tall buildings not far away, wondering in his heart, what are the tattoos on Hong Jinqiu's mother's body? Tattoos can actually make men lose their sexual interest. Is it really scary? The most important thing is, what is she doing to tattoo these things
Also, the Duck King Contest seems a bit interesting, and I don’t know what it compares to? Could it be a row of men standing on the stage, and a referee measuring them with a ruler? Or one woman, one woman, whoever persists for a long time? Haha, interesting, if Lao Tzu hadn't been sealed for Tao Hua Gong, wouldn't he have become a super duck king
Just as Zhang Yuan was thinking about it, the doorbell rang out again.
Originally, Zhang Yuan thought that something was wrong with Sister Li, but he saw Yang Huimin take a look at the cat's eye, then walked quickly like a thief, and hammered Zhang Yuan again.
"Hua Xin Gui, hooked up with a little sister again."
Zhang Yuan is depressed, it seems that it is not Sister Li, then who else is there? There are no acquaintances here