"People are scoundrels." Liu Shu said. "This kind of people are scoundrels."
A rogue is someone who puts himself in a very low position. He tells others that he is a pile of shit, and if you step on him, won't the soles of your shoes be stained by shit
If you are barefoot or wearing a pair of cloth shoes, then it is not a big deal to step on them. At most, you can wash your feet or change your shoes. If you are wearing a pair of expensive leather shoes tailor-made for you by a famous Milanese designer, it would be a bit bad to step on them. Although they will not care about the price of a pair of leather shoes, they don't like the bad smell that comes from their feet all the time.
"There is a popular garbage man law in society now." Jiang Zhuliu smiled bitterly and said, "Many people are like garbage people. They run around everywhere, full of negative garbage. They are full of frustration, anger, jealousy, calculation, hatred, arrogance and prejudice, greed and insufficiency, complaints, comparisons, and can't stand others being better than them. As the garbage in their hearts accumulates more and more, they will eventually need to find a place to dump it. Unfortunately, I happened to meet such a person - I was spit on by someone, but I couldn't make the same vulgar and rude gesture as him."
"Is that the end of the matter?" Liu Shu asked with a smile, shaking the red wine glass in his hand. On either side of him sat two women, one young and fashionable, the other plump and charming. Both women were of excellent looks, and there was no trace of worldly air about them. At first glance, they were ladies from well-off families.
The two women appear to be peaceful and friendly on the surface, but their words and actions are full of murderous intent. In order to win the favor of Willow, they always have to kill their opponent first.
This is exactly what Willow likes.
He likes women to fight for him, he likes women to scheme for him. Moreover, he is also a fair judge. The final winner will eventually enter his arms and become the woman he loves.
Temporary woman.
It was a game, but he enjoyed it.
Among the four beauties in Flower City, Willow is the most romantic. She is invincible in the love field and has never failed.
"Forget it?" Jiang Zhuliu narrowed his eyes and laughed. He drank the red wine that had not yet fully fermented in his hand in one gulp and said with a smile: "How can I just let it go like this?"
"Mr. Jiang, who is this guy?" someone asked curiously.
"Does it matter?" Jiang Zhuliu sneered. "This is Flower City."
"Yes. This is Huacheng." Liu Shu nodded. He put his arm around the sexy and plump woman, and the young girl on the other side immediately blushed and felt extremely sad. "This is our territory. We can do whatever we want."
"Whatever you want------" Jiang Zhuliu poured himself another glass of red wine and said, "Lu Chaoge, it seems that she is going further and further away."
"Still like her?" Liu Shu laughed. "I never thought that Master Jiang, one of the four beauties in Huacheng, would be such a love-crazy man. There are many better women in the world, why do you have to love only one? Have you ever thought that Lu Chaoge, whom you have loved for many years, might have been slept with by that little teacher? They hugged, kissed, and caressed each other, and that rascal used all the methods he could think of to possess her - if you thought so, would you like her more?"
Jiang Zhuliu tried to use him to fight Fang Yan, which made Liu Shu feel extremely uncomfortable. If he could make Jiang Zhuliu uncomfortable for a while, he wouldn't mind fulfilling his wish.
"Liu Shu, do you believe that I will tear your stinky mouth apart?" Jiang Zhuliu said, staring at Liu Shu viciously.
"Hahaha, did this hit the nail on the head? Everything is possible." Willow laughed wildly, as if he had encountered the funniest thing in the world.
Liu Shu and Jiang Zhuliu, the two top young masters, were bickering with each other, while everyone else was silent, lowered their heads to drink and eat, pretending not to hear what they were saying.
A fight of this level was not something they could get involved in.
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If Fang Yan suddenly got angry and beat up Liu Shu or Jiang Zhuliu, Lu Chaoge would not find it strange at all.
When Chiba Yoshitake of the Wu Ren inspection team attacked Tang Cheng from behind, wasn't that what he did
It is simply impossible to ask him to abide by discipline and rules, or to pay attention to influence and stay rational.
Fang Yan didn't care about Liu Shu and Jiang Zhuliu's background. If they really provoked him, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson. Just as he slapped Jiang Zhuliu in the face, we could tell his character.
However, Fang Yan did not hit anyone.
Moreover, not only did he not hit anyone, but he also planted a patch of thorns in Liu Shujiang Zhuliu's skin with just a few simple words. When they tried to get close again, the patch of thorns would pop out and prick each other's bodies, making it difficult for them to hug each other as tightly as before.
Fang Yan, he is not a warrior or a reckless man. He is scheming and intelligent. A martial arts master is cultured, which is scary to think about.
Fang Yan cut a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it gently, enjoying the ultimate deliciousness of the marbled beef ribs airlifted from Australia.
"Eat. The food is getting cold." Fang Yan saw Lu Chaoge standing there motionless and reminded him.
Lu Chaoge pulled out a chair and sat opposite Fang Yan. He picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak unconsciously, but he had no appetite at all.
"You have a luxurious house and a luxurious car, and you are recognized as a favored daughter of heaven." Fang Yan said. "It seems that your life is not as good as we thought."
"Whose life is easy?" Lu Chaoge said expressionlessly. "Everyone has his own difficulties. You have your own difficulties, the willow tree has its own difficulties, and Jiang Zhuliu has his own difficulties too--"
"You were right to reject Jiang Zhuliu." Fang Yan said. "This guy is too petty. We were just having a meal together as normal superiors and subordinates and ordinary friends, and he brought people over to mess things up. Is this what a man should do? Anyway, I can't do it."
"If you were him, what would you do?" Lu Chaoge asked.
"I'll just beat myself up, then pull out a chair and sit across from you." Fang Yan said. "If you don't have a big heart, you have to do things in a big way - you have to have a unique temperament to attract women. Especially women like you. Right?"
"What is your unique temperament?"
"Me?" Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "The kindness that grows naturally in my bones."
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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain water that had no time to drain from the ground was rising, and it was already showing signs of flooding the Golden Mountain.
The wind was howling, the clouds were rolling, and the rain was so heavy that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.
"I'll take you home." Lu Chaoge said, looking at the rain outside.
"If I had a car, I would say this to you." Fang Yan said embarrassedly.
The main entrance of Sky One was still some distance away from the parking lot, and the security guard ran over holding two umbrellas, one large and one small. He used the small umbrella to cover himself, and the big umbrella to cover Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge, preparing to take them to the parking lot to pick up the car.
Snap!
Fang Yan's shoes got wet as soon as he came out of the rain forest, but Lu Chaoge had some advantage in the altitude because of her high heels.
The raindrops were heavy and fast, and Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge could only press their bodies tightly together to avoid being soaked by the splashing rain.
The hem of Lu Chaoge's uniform skirt was blown by the strong wind, clinging tightly to her thighs. Her exposed calves were dazzlingly white, and with raindrops falling on them, it gave people a faint feeling of wet temptation.
A faint fragrance wafted into her nose, as fragrant as orchid, very pleasant to the touch. Even with heavy rain and strong winds, Lu Chaoge still walked calmly and elegantly.
This woman does have her strengths.
In order to take good care of the guests, the security guard's clothes got soaked and water was dripping down.
"Sorry to trouble you." Fang Yan said embarrassedly.
"This is my job." The security guard smiled innocently. When he smiled, two dimples appeared on his face. According to physiognomy, people with dimples on their faces are more caring. It seems that he must be a good son and a good husband.
After a pause, he added: "You are different from the other guests."
“How is it different?”
“No one said thank you before,” the security guard said.
In order to block the strong wind and rain from behind, the security guard tried his best to hold the umbrella down. Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge could only look forward, and their view behind was completely blocked.
Boom-----
There were flashes of lightning and thunder, and white light streaked across the sky, as if the sky was about to be torn apart with a huge hole.
For no reason, Fang Yan suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up and a strong chill ran down his spine.
Danger!
"Get out of the way." Fang Yan roared.
He pushed Lu Chaoge to the side, and both of their bodies rolled and slid in the rain.
When the security guard heard Fang Yan's shouting, he had no idea what was happening. Before he could even turn around, his body was blown into the air like a kite with a broken string.
His pupils widened, and he could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.
Why on earth would a wild car suddenly come rushing towards me from behind
Even if there were cars coming, they should have turned on their lights and honked their horns. How did they sneak over here? And how could they drive so fast in front of the hotel
He couldn't figure it out.
boom!
His body fell heavily, and then slid a long way in the mud before stopping.
"Xiaobao-----" He tried hard to shout out the name, but a large amount of thick blood spurted out of his mouth.
Soon, the twitching of his body stopped.
Eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.
The small black umbrella in my hand flew away, drifting away, and was carried away by the strong wind to an unknown distance. (To be continued)