I don't know if it's Friday or Sunday or what kind of holiday - or something is wrong with the city subway - all in all, the flow of people at the bus station today is really scary.
810.
Why don't you drive a private car, you ask
It is said that I should be humble and open-minded, go deep into the grassroots, and experience the life of civilians—by the way, recall the fun of my previous life.
Isn't a luxury car an insult to Ben Shao's ideological consciousness
811.
Murong Jihua and He Junle were squeezed into the corner of the bus by the crowd, and Murong Jihua was fully armed with sunglasses, masks, scarves and coats. He now felt like a stuffed pancake, fermented and hairy in a pot.
On the other hand, He Junle...
The clothes are really light and warm.
He looked like an ordinary high school student, but he was in a particularly good mood, and his smiling eyes made all the girls in the car look back frequently.
Burn the boiler, burn the boiler.
After a while, the carriage staggered, and Murong Jihua subconsciously wanted to support He Junle, but He Junle was one step ahead of him, wrapping his arms around Murong Jihua's waist to straighten him up:
"careful."
—Murong Jihua noticed with great reluctance that He Junle stood still like a mountain from the beginning to the end.
Hey! Isn't willing to be a man
812.
Bumpy road:
He Junle: "Be careful."
Murong Jihua: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry about me. Hey, you can see that your hair has been bumped up one, two, three, four... five strands! Come on, let me stroke it for you."
Carriage shaking:
He Junle: "Attention."
Murong Jihua: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to worry about me. Hey, you see that your collar is shaking up, one, two, three, four... ten lines of wrinkles! Come to your side and I'll give you Shun Shun."
Someone gets out of the car.
He Junle: "Stay aside."
Murong Jihua: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to—"
He Junle: "I said you step aside!"
The little loli who was blocked from the road: "Big brother, can you make room for the little sister?"
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "...Okay, I'm sorry."
813.
After little Lolita got off the bus, the seats next to Murong Jihua and He Junle were vacant. Facing the only bus seat that was fully occupied and easily available, Murong Jihua's mind had already started to automatically broadcast a large-scale dog-blood series in which brothers turned against each other. —
Unfortunately, they are not brothers;
Ridiculous, love creates miracles;
Alas, interests test people's hearts!
814.
Murong Jihua & He Junle: "You—"
Murong Jihua & He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua & He Junle: "You first?"
He Junle frowned lightly: "If you don't—"
Murong Jihua waved his hands again and again: "No need, I'm in good health, Brother Le, you've worked hard lately. Would you please?"
Before He Junle had anything to say, the driver's uncle's voice pierced through the sky—
"Big brother dei, flattering the leader is not a way to flatter you. Don't force me after all, it's so noisy that my forehead hurts!"
"..."
"..."
"I'm sorry, you, it's better to say that we are brothers who are brothers."
815.
Murong Jihua and He Junle quickly exchanged glances, and Qi Qi took half a step back, pushing the uncle Mediterranean who had been bending over and picking his feet behind them onto the stage of history.
Uncle: "???"
He Junle smiled lightly: "Respecting the old and loving the young are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation."
Murong Jihua remained expressionless (couldn't see the face under the mask clearly): "Brother Le is the truth."
The uncle smiled awkwardly: "Thank you very much, you guys, good baby, good baby. It's just that this uncle is old, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't stand and pick his feet. This one, let's leave it to other people who are destined."
816.
"If you don't want to sit down, let others do it."
A well-dressed girl came forward with a smile, sat down on the empty seat, and began to put on headphones and joke with her boyfriend like no one else.
Murong Jihua & He Junle: "..."
817.
He Junle stopped Murong Jihua from sending a message to Cui Guanshi, and gently rubbed his wrist bones through the cloth:
"Stop causing trouble to your poor butler, even if you shovel the girl's school, it won't change anything."
He pointed to a road sign: "We're almost there."
818.
The first thing Murong Jihua did when he got out of the car was to take off all the masks and scarves, and then buried his face in He Junle's neck - in his words - took a deep breath of immortal energy.
"You have no idea how bad it feels to breathe in a carload of people making carbon pentoxide."
"I don't want to take the bus anymore. You have to accompany me in the hot air balloon sports car and the two-person motorcycle helicopter."
"What's wrong with you, do you want to apologize to the people of the whole country?"
He Junle tugged at Murong Jihua's collar:
"...Don't act like a baby, and if you want to act like a baby, don't do it on the street."
819.
behave in a spoiled manner
This young man is domineering, manic, serious and serious with such an order,
You, tube, it, called, sa, coquettish? !
Murong Jihua can bear it, but this Murong Jihua's teeth can't bear it!
820.
—So he bit down hard on the mouth that always makes people jump back and forth in the bipolar world of extreme happiness and extreme unhappiness.
"click"
"Have you been photographed?"
"It was photographed."
"Does it matter?"
"It doesn't matter."
821.
When the two of them came to the familiar restaurant with the good mood of building a harmonious paradise of imperialism together, Murong Jihua immediately felt the taste of home.
The familiar big gray tent, the familiar empty houses, the familiar surface looks lonely and deserted, and the inside is actually one of the strongholds of the Junle Gang.
(This place appears in Chapter Forty-Five·Back to My Mother's Home)
...Suddenly, some tense pre-story outlines appeared in my mind.
This made Murong Jihua shudder involuntarily.
822.
Murong Jihua asked with eyes: "Can I go in?"
He Junle raised his eyebrows and replied, "What do you think?"
So Murong Jihua held He Junle tightly with one hand, and opened a gap in the heavy curtain of the tent with the other.
"Excuse me, everyone, I'll go back to your boss—"
"Come, come! Buy right and wrong, win or lose! Bet, bet, don't miss this game!"
"The gambling question in this game—do you think there will be a counterattack plot between the brother-in-law and the boss in bed? Come on, buy yes and bet here, buy no and bet there!"
"It must be! How can the boss be so wise and martial? I bet five thousand!"
"I don't think so. That kid from Murong's family is definitely not a kind person. He must have a few tricks to make the bosses admit that he is a subordinate. I bet on non, bet 10,000!"
"Yes! Twenty thousand!"
"No, four thousand!"
"..."
823.
Murong Jihua closed the door:
"He Junle, let's go."
824.
Murong Jihua should know the weight of the eight-character motto that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes.
went in.
825.
A second later, Murong Jihua and He Junle, who appeared as the focus, were successfully embraced by the over-enthusiastic Junle Gang Zhujun to the gaming table.
Along the way, Murong Jihua returned to the way he was when he first came to Junle Gang:
A small wreath with lace rabbit ears, a large gold chain as thick as a finger, a diamond powder tattoo sticker, and a large flowered jacket made of leopard skin.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "...It's so pretty, it's worthy of the eyes of my male brothers giving gifts."
Xueru couldn't hide the excitement on her face, she jumped over to wrap He Junle's arm tightly, and said coquettishly:
"I knew it~ brother is the best~ just come when you say it! Brother, hurry up and announce the result of the bet. These days, brothers have bet a lot of money and plan to double it."
He Junle pampered Xueru's head: "Okay."
826.
! ? !
You smell of her perfume~
Shame on her and drunk on her~
no,
This gambling game is simply a public execution, Brother Le!
827.
He Junle turned his head and smiled at Murong Jihua: "Murong, what's the matter, you don't look very good?"
Murong Jihua: "It's okay, it's a great honor to be able to participate in the entertainment activities of Gang Leader He's brothers."
828.
Table 1: Do you think the boss took the initiative for the first time between the two
Eighty-two people buy yes and no.
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "I really want to know, what kind of classic weak attack image do I have in their eyes...?"
He Junle was sitting in seat C, drinking coffee, blocking the gleaming eyes in front of the gaming table half a meter away.
He wiped the warm steam on the rim of the cup with his fingernails, and said casually:
"Announce it, Murong. Don't let the cubs go hungry."
Murong Jihua's gaze turned and turned on the gambling table, his thoughts turned a thousand times, and finally he answered honestly: "No."
829.
... the first time clearly—no, should—no, it’s better to be clear,
It was Ben Shao who took the initiative!
—It was this young master who threw him down on his own initiative, it was this young master who resolutely rejected the opponent’s request to attack, it was this young master—
Rounding off, it was entirely on the initiative of Ben Shao.
830.
Murong Jihua gave himself 10086 likes in his heart.
Murong Jihua is a real man.
"I... Damn it! My 30,000 yuan is in vain?"
"real or fake?!"
"Hahaha, I accidentally bought the wrong one, and it was a blessing in disguise!"
"No way, brother-in-law was the one who took the initiative for the first time!?"
The desperate crowd turned their eyes to their last hope.
He Junle turned his eyes to the side, and was facing Murong Jihua's shining expression of "praise me".
"..."
He flicked the messy hair on his forehead: "... your brother-in-law is right."
full house