It's so embarrassing, my scalp is numb when I write it! ! !
Change the angle, attack and receive reversed
408.
Obviously, in the eyes of all members of the Junle Gang, Gongshou is really not just a position.
It often represents the status, the majesty and courage of a man, and the self-evident strength——
How can a gang with brotherhood as its core watch its pets—ah, the gang leader’s wife lie under other men
Nothing to say! Not even the legendary Young Master Murong!
409.
The banquet fell into a deathly silence.
After a long silence, a trembling soft voice asked: "Then, are we going to change our name to Da Furen, bro?"
"Brother ass!"
Just now, Chen Ergou who said "the boss's wife is my wife" immediately turned his face and denied anyone, obviously he did not intend to follow the "boss' old Gong is my old Gong" - this mirror image principle. He stood up and stared at He Junle with tears in his eyes:
"Think twice, Boss! If you are forced to, call some of our brothers, each with an arm and a leg, and we will definitely take this kid down!"
Murong Jihua imagined this scene for a while, only to feel black lines flying down three thousand feet all over his face.
It's too thunderous.
Hurry up and smoke a cigarette to calm down.
410.
He Junle knocked on the table, and signaled the other party to calm down with a cold face, Chen Ergou immediately withered, and sat back obediently.
"I know many of you in this room can't believe that fact."
He Junle's voice was clear and clear, and everyone's heads nodded like rattles.
"However, the most important thing for us to come out to play is to be able to afford to lose, to lose with integrity, and to lose beautifully!"
"Boss is right!"
"Do you know why I'm down?"
"have no idea!"
He Junle stretched out his hand, and patted Murong Jihua's shoulder heavily, with a correct accent:
"Because in terms of size, I am slightly behind him. You say, should I accept this or not?"
411.
As expected of Boss He!
Who is better at prescribing the right medicine? Country A and City A are looking for Junle!
Murong Jihua took a deep puff of his cigarette and praised him greatly.
However, why didn't I know that I was older than him
412.
"Ah..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
Intellectually, they have accepted this after having been in society for many years;
emotionally...
This, after all, is He Junle who beats the world with one pair of fists and two legs—
I really can't accept it for a while!
Everyone looked at Murong Jihua with helpless resentment.
He Junle raised his eyebrows at Murong Jihua: It's up to you.
Murong Jihua smiled slightly, and stood up to help the case, every word and sentence, with awe-inspiring righteousness:
(The numbers below represent harmonious organs)
"From a secular point of view, it's true that Ben Shao used 1 to replace your boss' 0, but!"
413.
"You guys are more aware of your boss' strength than I am, why can't you consider it? It's him, He Junle, who used 0 for Ben Shao's 1!"
414.
After saying this, time seems to have passed for a long time... a long time...
It was so long that Murong Jihua counted the beads of sweat on the faces of all the members with different faces and wide mouths in surprise.
Then—in the applause led by He Junle, time flowed again, and Murong Jihua was submerged in the thunderous applause.
"... Yes! My brother is right!"
Helping everyone hold up their wine glasses with some wit and initiative to toast to Murong Jihua:
"Our anal sex is not afraid of those who wear shoes, as long as there is love, go to the top and bottom of the mother. Bro, I toast to you, I wish you and the boss and the United States and the United States!"
Barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes...
Murong Jihua picked up the wine glass, collided with the other party in the air, drank it down in one gulp, full of pride.
The atmosphere of the venue suddenly became lively.
415.
In the next three hours, Murong Jihua slowly blended into the lively atmosphere, and most of the gang members were relieved by the president's fallacious brainwashing.
There are staggered toasts, singing and dancing, boiling against the sky.
Occasionally, when the eyes meet, Murong Jihua can see He Junle's charming facial lines softened under the hazy purple-orange light.
The other party's light pink dress was hidden in the dark, with his back against the piano, the wine glass aside, and his fingers lightly plucking the keys.
— shadowy in the whirl of shadows.
He will also have such a moment, is he looking at me
416.
"Brothers, my brother-in-law has prepared red envelopes for you. Come in line and scan the QR code, and each person will receive once!"
"Thank you bro!"
"Long live the eldest lady, yay!"
417.
Love is a glass of wine, everyone gets drunk if the wine is not intoxicating.
President Murong, who considers himself to be able to handle alcohol, couldn't stand the toasts of dozens of people back and forth, and finally passed out under the joint diss of red wine, white wine, fruit wine and various wines.
Feng Shui takes turns, and the sky will spare no one.
He Junle helped Murong Jihua, and originally wanted to use the terminal in his hand to contact Cui Guanshi to pick him up, but was stopped by Chen Ergou, who was crying so much that Lihua was pouring down with rain.
He Junle: "..."
Chen Ergou burst into tears: "Boss! Don't think we are nagging, we really can't get over this hurdle in our hearts! No, if you and your brother-in-law don't stay at our house tonight, Boss, we won't live !"
He Junle: "...you drank too much."
Chen Ergou: "We're fine, we can't drive a motor vehicle after drinking a little bit, but we still have a bicycle tricycle, which is spacious. Boss, please do me a favor!"
Beloved Little Brother, Crazy Demon, Secondary School Boy, He Junle: "..."
418.
friends! Do you still remember the rickshaws that were popular in China in the last century
The head of the bicycle holds the buttocks of the pickup truck, and all the aunts and uncles who sell vegetables in the vegetable market love it——
In short, it is right.
419.
He Junle, who carried Murong Jihua in the back compartment of a tricycle, was fortunate enough to cross 80% of the class gap in one day, taking a hot air balloon in the morning and riding a tricycle in the afternoon.
Now he really thinks that Chen Ergou must have drunk too much.
The one who agreed to sit on him for three rounds must have been quite drunk.
420.
The North District was not originally a wealthy area. The night was hazy, and the sound of tricycles creaking and clanging rang freely in the narrow narrow roads. He Junle casually played with the hair of the president who was sleeping on his lap, while consciously or unconsciously glance back.
Somebody follows at a distance;
Needless to say, he also knew that it was the plainclothes bodyguard sent by Cui Guanshi.
"I really want to know what kind of expression the CEO's family will show when he finds out that I take their young master to ride a tricycle..."
He Junle secretly raised the corners of his lips, and took out his terminal to take a picture of the CEO's rare drunk face.
421.
"Um?"
Suddenly there was a cool touch on his cheek, and he looked down, and met the drunken eyes of President Murong.
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I really just want to change it on the weekend, but I can't control my hands
In the final analysis, you are too cute and hot (*^▽^*)
Shall I give you a testicle
422.
Murong Jihua: "What are you doing?"
He Junle: "Are you awake? Get up and sit up by yourself when you wake up. Now we..."
Murong Jihua: "What are you doing?"
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua tilted his upper body, he was suffering from a severe headache now, and it took him a long time to successfully move his hands from He Junle's nose and eyes to the terminal in his hand.
Break your fingers, but don't move.
He Junle: "..."
A very impatient expression appeared on Murong Jihua's face, he "tsk" all over his body, and moved his body closer to the opponent, and began to grab the terminal more vigorously:
"Give it to Master Ben!"
He Junle sighed silently and let go.
As a result, the brain blinded by alcohol did not understand privacy at all, and Murong Jihua unceremoniously opened He Junle's VV communication software, checking other people's chat records like an Internet policeman.
He Junle sat with arms folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
Do you want to remind him kindly that his screen is down
423.
President Murong, who took down the screen here and didn't know it, of course couldn't make out any words in the clusters of double images, but he still recognized the colorful girls' heads, so Murong Jihua snorted coldly, flipped through the The terminal was dropped on the ground.
Hearing the noise, Chen Ergou stopped pedaling three rounds:
"What's the matter, boss?"
"...It's all right, you drive your car." He Junle rubbed the space between his brows, thought about it for a while, and was too lazy to reason with the drunk, so he decided to bear with it for a while, flipped Murong Jihua away, and lowered his head to pick up the terminal.
Seeing the opponent's purpose, Murong Jihua let out a "hum", and stomped the terminal firmly under his feet.
The hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly.
"..."
He Junle's face darkened, and he looked up displeased.
424.
Murong Jihua pursed his lips, as if trying to think about something, after a while he figured it out, took off the small lace wreath with rabbit ears on his head, and put it on He Junle's head.
Murong Jihua: "For you."
He still didn't think it was enough, so he tore off the big gold chain from his neck and hung it around He Junle's neck:
"This is for you too."
He Junle: "..."
"And this, this, this, and this,"
Murong Jihua just pulled off everything that could be pulled off from his body, and hung it on He Junle:
"It's all for you."
He Junle couldn't laugh or cry: "Where do you want to play?"
425.
When Murong Jihua heard this, his hands suddenly became ruthless, and he pulled the gold chain around the other's neck, touching the tip of his nose:
"Delete them, I signed a contract to support you."
"This young master can contract all the fish ponds for you. Can you fish me out of your fish ponds?"
He Junle's eyes flickered, he was close at hand from the other side