Xiong Weiqun watched for a while longer. The young man lowered his voice angrily and scolded the child. Then he turned to Xiong Weiqun in a decent manner: "The child is not big or small. Did he cause you trouble just now?"
Xiong Weiqun also smiled and replied: "No."
Then the child tugged his little eyebrows and muttered silently: "I'm going to tell my dad..."
Xiong Weiqun felt that he was obsessed with communicating with his children and parents at that time. He was lying in bed in a panic. Looking at his children and parents, he wanted to go up and communicate. But in the end, he held back.
Thinking of his brother Zhong Ping, he once again thought heavily of what the smoking woman in the white coat said when she came over to check on her condition for the last time.
At that time, the woman rarely looked businesslike and told him: "Your final task has been completed, and the final reward has been completed for you. There is nothing left. Let me tell you, that little cutie contacted the boss.
Damn it, please be careful when you see him in the future. Oh no, don’t see him in the future."
Xiong Weiqun couldn't explain how he felt when he heard the "contact expert"'s speech. He had been suspicious for too long, and now that he heard this woman confirm his doubts with his own ears, he didn't feel much at all.
But in addition to the mentality of getting rid of Zhong Ping and getting rid of trouble, there is also the thought that if Zhong Ping disappears from his own world like this, he will also feel a little tight in his chest for no reason.
When the child finished playing with his mobile phone and lay down on the hospital bed to sleep, Zhong Ping had already picked up his bag and appeared at the door. It seemed that he had done a lot of psychological work before entering the door, and when he walked in, he had determination on his face.
, it seems that not even a crack can be made.
Probably getting inspiration from that early childhood psychology course, Xiong Weiqun felt helpless. When Zhong Ping came over, he asked before he could find a place to sit down: "When are you going home?"
"I'm not going home!" Zhong Ping's eyes widened and he answered decisively.
"You won't go home no matter what I say?" Xiong Weiqun still slowly started an offensive and defensive battle.
I originally thought I would hear Zhong Ping say "I don't know how to say it", but Zhong Ping hesitated for a long time and asked: "What do you want to say?"
Xiong Weiqun didn't think about what he was going to say, so he could only follow the trend and said: "A big shot like you should let go of a little guy like me who's not even worth mentioning."
Now it was Zhong Ping's turn to be surprised: "You knew I was a big shot, why didn't you tell me earlier? You didn't know until you hurt me...Have you met my brother a long time ago?"
Xiong Weiqun didn't know whether to be speechless or what to do here. The corner of his mouth twitched and asked: "You don't know who you are and you still want me to tell you?"
Zhong Ping was very innocent: "How will I know if you don't tell me!"
At this time, Xiong Weiqun was completely speechless. Taking a closer look at Zhong Ping's words, it seemed that he really didn't know anything about it... Now those movie star fans made sense. Xiong Weiqun let out a long breath. Again in his mind
After going through those words, he finally found the question again: "Have you met your brother?"
Zhong Ping shook his head regretfully: "No... But as Uncle Lei said - he is my brother - he is the boss of the underworld now... He is only as old as me, how come he got to do this job..."
Xiong Weiqun also shook his head, unable to accept such a large amount of information: "What did you say? Your brother is a member of v society?"
Zhong Ping waved his hand: "a? What is a? Oh, we grew up together, wore the same clothes, ate the same food, and went to the same school. Why is he not like me at all, insisting on being a gangster boss...
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"You said your brother is the boss? Did you hear wrong?" Xiong Weiqun asked still unwillingly.
"You heard that right..." Zhong Ping replied confused.
"It turns out that you know how to use all kinds of guns since you were a child because your family comes from a mafia family?! Then why didn't they teach you one or two self-defense techniques?"
Zhong Ping continued to answer all questions: "My mother was kind-hearted and sent me to school, otherwise I would have joined the underworld..."
"Aren't you the so-called 'complicit' now..."
"No! Absolutely not! I absolutely refuse! I really can't do anything in the underworld..."
"Refused?"
"Of course I refused!"
"Don't you still want to change the library to another place? Now that you have rejected the power, how are you going to do it?" Xiong Weiqun threw cold water.
Zhong Ping poured cold water all over him, then he stared at Xiong Weiqun: "By the way, there is still this problem! Then, how can we do it..."