The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Fortunately, the four male protagonists are all masters of pretending to be stupid. Obviously, the messy and intertwined peripheral vision is enough to poke the four people present into a sieve without pulling each other. face to face.
It's just that after giving the royal badge to Ryan, Rachel frowned and felt a little regretful—he admitted that he seemed impulsive for a while.
So, in order to avoid doing more things that made him regret, the king in Building No. 2 just smiled slightly at the fact that he was accused of being scolded by others and scolded him for being unconscionable, and finally turned around and strode away, leaving only a handsome And calm back. When I returned to my No. 2 building, I always did whatever Rachel could do. So when the king of No. 2 building drank coffee and half-closed his eyes, he sat in a large armchair, lazily admiring the newly caught downstairs. When the eyeliner in Building 4 was whipped, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and the person who walked in from the outside was DK with habitual facial paralysis.
dk actually came in to gossip.
The people below reported that after Lei Qie left, the black-haired kid in Building No. 3 was suddenly shrouded in holy light in the dining room and killed all directions. In just one dinner time, he went directly from the 21st floor to the 26th floor. Floor, if it wasn't for the eagle eye to stop, there might be an extra important high-rise in the third building tonight.
After dk finished speaking, he stood beside Leiqie with his hands tied. He looked at the boss sitting in the armchair with a blank expression on his face, and couldn't tell what he was thinking. While counting the stars and considering whether to say or not to say the words that came to his lips, suddenly, the red-haired man sitting on the chair finally moved.
"Say what you want to say, and go out if you don't." Lei Qie put down the coffee cup, and the background sound was the scream of the eyeliner in Building 4 when he was whipped, "Don't hesitate to talk next to me, the most annoying This set."
Those hog-killing screams DK just turned a deaf ear to, looked at Lei Qie and just wanted to say, when you are in a bad mood, you probably won't like any set.
"Don't say? Then you can go out." Rachel gently crossed her hands and placed them on her lower abdomen.
This is a sign of a man getting angry—dk knows that if the words in his mouth are not spoken out today, those little shoes will have to wait for three months to wear out
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"Boss, what I want to say is very simple." DK's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't deny that at this moment, he, who was always calm, still felt his heart beating fast.
"Oh," Lei Qie nodded slowly, and responded without emotion, "Which aspect?"
All aspects—although I really want to answer this way, but the reality is cruel, especially the reality of the existence of Rachel. So DK thought about it, and finally chose a slightly less annoying aspect. He stood by Leiqie's side, looked at the blue pupil half covered in the shadow, and still used his own A voice without any ups and downs, without any personal emotions, said: "Building No. 2 just took over Building No. 3 today, and some people are still not used to it... This afternoon, in the corridor of No. 3 Building, the people under Hawkeye Three clashes with our men..."
DK's words are very elegant, but anyone with a brain can understand, his meaning is actually nothing more than the translation - don't kill everything, just accept as soon as it is good, where there is suppression, there will be resistance, and it is not good if it backfires.
But that's all for now. There are some things that they can think of, and Lei Qie can definitely think of them, and if they say it, it is nothing more than holding the slightest hope that they can get the most vague explanation-no one present is a fool, the first time DK opened his mouth, Rachel knew that these high-level officials were probably coaxed by Uncle Sparte to ask for an explanation.
DK, the direct person of the pillow wind, bears the brunt and is the easiest to be coaxed.
Lei Qie glanced at the high-level executives standing obediently beside him, gave this inexplicable person a sympathetic look, and then fell into deep thought on his own—he had sex with people from other buildings on a large scale three times in one afternoon, this kind of thing Speaking out, it's not just that Eli is going crazy, in fact, it doesn't matter which side wins the beating. Things, in the eyes of Baitang and Sui, it's like singing a big show, making nonsense, this rabbit is my full text.
After thinking about it for a while, Lei Qie was suddenly a little upset, so he tapped the eyeliner of Baitang who was laying bloody and bloody through the air, and said for no reason: "Twenty more whips."
When the eyeliner who was about to die heard it, he almost couldn't take it off in one breath.
He deserves to be unlucky, tonight the king in Building No. 2 is really in a bad mood.
"Boss?"
"What?"
"I'm done
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"oh."
"..." So, what about the good "saying"
"Let Shaoze deliver some medicine to the injured people below, oh, yes," the man paused, and under the wide-eyed and expectant gaze of his subordinates, the man smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
"..."
Then there is no more.
Playing stupid and pretending to be stupefied, Leiqie is number one in the world.
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At the same time, Building 3 next door to Building 2.
Ruan Xiangyuan moved up to the twenty-sixth floor. The legendary room for four people - Jue Wing Hall is different from the prisons outside. There are many cells and few prisoners, and there are only a few people in the upper floors. But in most cases, it is very possible to enter the cell only to find out that it is the treatment of a two-person room or a separate VIP cell.
When Ruan Xiangyuan stepped into the new cell with such hopes, he was silent when he saw the room full of people.
On the left, the door of the private bathroom was opened, steaming mist came out of the bathroom, like fairy air, followed by an old man with one and a half feet in the coffin, full of fairy air—uh, The barefoot fairy that fairy.
"Hey, why did you come up?"
Holding the washbasin in his arms, the old godstick threw the changed clothes into the laundry basket next to him—on the upper floors above the twenty-fifth floor, put the clothes that need to be changed directly into the laundry basket, and there will naturally be the next day. Prisoners on duty are brought up by prison guards. Prison guards sent the king's clothes directly to a special laundry room—because their cells were not accessible to ordinary prisoners, and to be precise, they couldn't even take a look at them.
"I was caught by the eagle eye." Ruan Xiangyuan replied casually with twitching lips, stretched his head to look into the cell, and then he saw the white sparrow and the clown.
After all, Dabanya's strength is still limited. He relied on brute force to beat up to the 20th floor, but he couldn't beat him anymore. Before leaving, he told Ruan Xiangyuan that he decided to stay on the 20th floor, a place where he can't get high or low. To support the elderly, the future is left to their young people—the miracle is that when Da Banya said this without changing his face, the old god stick stood next to Ruan Xiangyuan as a member of the "farewell to good roommate Da Banya team"
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"The eyeliner in Building No. 4," Ruan Xiangyuan pointed to the old god stick, and introduced his "new roommate" to himself very calmly, and then pointed to the sleepy uncle who was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, "The uncle of Building No. 2 .”
The black-haired young man turned his head and looked at the clown sitting at the desk reading with a blank expression: "Is Sui treating you well?"
"Don't make trouble," the clown replied without raising his head, "I am a native of Building No. 3."
"Well, then we are the latest chapter of Miss Ningbu Chengen, a good-for-nothing in a country." Ruan Xiangyuan moved a chair and sat next to the clown to show the sincerity of the team—it's a pity that the other party didn't appreciate it very much. Just sticking to the book all the time, never raising his head to look at him.
The white sparrow threw a pair of white eyes and a sneer at the black-haired young man who pretended to be passionate and hot, with a cold butt.
"You have a toothache?" Ruan Xiangyuan raised his head to look at the white bird.
"I'm curious," Bai Que remained lying on the bed, "Where does your sense of belonging to Building No. 3 come from? You've been bullied worse than a dog."
Ruan Xiangyuan was silent, he wanted to tell Uncle Sleeping God: I have more experience in being a dog than you, and then I can clearly tell you that the status of "dog" in the Absolute Wing Pavilion is really much higher than that of "human" - I think back when he was a pup , except for being teased by Mira in the end, and occasionally being tricked by the stupid master to ask for trouble, he really didn't even lose a single hair—oh, the natural hair loss during moulting is not counted.
Ruan Xiangyuan was sitting on the chair, covered in stinky sweat—it came out during the fight before, and now there is heating all the way back. The sweat didn’t dissipate for a while, and he could feel the severe rejection from the clowns around him, but Ruan Xiangyuan It's just sitting down and not rushing to take a shower, and will fall into deep thought for a while.
After Bai Que turned over impatiently on the bed and began to shake off the quilt to assume a sleeping position, the black-haired young man sitting below asked abruptly, "Why did you leave that devil training camp before?"
The white sparrow was stunned, the clown put down the pen in his hand thoughtfully, and the sound of shuffling the cards from the old magic stick stopped abruptly.
In the face of gossip, everyone is equal
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Uncle Sleeping God turned over and sat up, slightly lowered his head and looked at the pair of black pupils that looked up at him indifferently for a long time, finally, with his thin lips slightly parted, he said flatly: "Because the superior is incompetent, and the inferior is stupid."
"So you left?"
"yes."
Ruan Xiangyuan smiled: "Then tell me, what happened to Finch on the 21st floor?"
The white sparrow was silent.
Finch on the 21st floor now occupies the 20th floor. He is a male, aged between 40 and 30. He is still lying in the medical room. Last week, on the same day that Yu Ruan Xiangyuan entered the confinement room, this unlucky guy was beaten by a white sparrow in the floor battle, and his limbs were broken, and his blood was spattered all over the sky. Seeing as a half-useless guy, this guy probably came out of the medical room After that, I couldn't even stay on the 20th floor.
At that time, the friends who witnessed the floor battle in the restaurant were all stunned, because they had never seen what kind of skill the legendary Baique was. for ten minutes.
The strike is in place, very brutal.
Ruan Xiangyuan knew that this guy was just bragging, and said, "The people in the devil training camp are just like that, shit. A bunch of shit." It was from hearing that name that Que instantly transformed into Lord Hades.
"That's what it means," Ruan Xiangyuan touched the tip of his nose, and said bitterly, "I can despise my things, but I can't let others ruin them... Did you see those people downstairs?" Ruan Xiangyuan pointed to the soles of his feet, " A group of elders, who were bullied to the point of disgrace, those who heard it were heartbroken, and those who heard it shed tears."
"That's it?" The white bird responded quickly this time.
"Well, it's really more than that." Ruan Xiangyuan hooked the corners of his lips, very calmly, "There are also some personal emotions in it, for example, when I saw Ryan and that red-haired man together, I felt angry and very angry-oh, You can record this and tell him the truth, it doesn’t matter.”
The author has something to say: The comments on the homepage did not remind me to update them, but they were all about discussions (wars) and debates (controversies) in high-rise buildings. The author expressed his comfort and joy, and you are so caring—witty author, please stay.
ps: The finale is coming soon, and I suddenly don't want to abuse, Emma, just keep a happy pace.