The big man Zhao Xiuli brought a group of people to see Qian Mo's cruelty. It was not that he was a pervert, but that he needed these "newcomers" to become familiar with an art called 'killing' and at the same time make them realize how ruthless their boss Zhao Xiuli was.
rough-faced but attentive
Qian Mo did not disappoint Zhao Xiuli. As the newcomers' pupils dilated and their bodies trembled slightly, Qian Mo stretched out his right hand from his trouser pocket, raised it high, and punched the newcomers until they were hung from the beam.
man's face
Simple and direct, this is cruelty to Qian Mo. Even a big man must admit that Qian Mo punched the man directly in the face, causing his face to become distorted and deformed, and his eyes bulged half out.
The layers of eye sockets and the collapse of the bridge of the nose make the viewer's scalp numb. Qian Mo's punch is a deterrent, and the effect is very good!
Qian Mo was a little tired and had no time to waste on unnecessary things. He also had no habit of abusing prisoners, so after a simple and direct punch, he quickly ended the matter and needed to go back to rest.
"Ahem...my brother was a little violent today..." Yin Xiong swallowed his saliva and had difficulty pronouncing: "I don't know if this person's skull is too soft, or if that guy's strength has increased..."
After getting the news that this person was from Yicheng, which was enough for Qian Mo to temporarily resolve the matter, Qian Mo walked out of Warehouse No. 22 again. Just like when he came, it was the two young men in suits.
Someone helped him open the door, but the difference was that the two people changed from respect at first to awe now.
Seeing Qian Mo's voice disappearing outside the warehouse door, Zhao Xiuli looked at the man with a deformed head with a grin, and couldn't help shrinking his head: "Hey, it's too violent, but I should say it's violent, so rough.
Violence! I’m afraid none of us can bear this punch.”
The "we" Zhao Xiuli mentioned were not all the people in the warehouse, but only Xiao Li, Yin Xiong and himself. Even the thick-skinned and rough-skinned self did not dare to take this punch.
"Qian Mo has been in a bad mood recently, and it would be a good thing to vent his negative emotions." Bai Nao Xiao Li took a deeper look: "This person is relatively unlucky. He just happened to hit the muzzle of the gun when he needed to vent his emotions. However,
We should be grateful to him, lest Qian Mo comes to us with itchy hands in the future."
The last sentence can be said to be one of Xiao Li's few joking words. It's a pity that Yin Xiong and Zhao Xiuli didn't give face to them. Not only did they not smile, but their expressions became more solemn. The only thing that could make Qian Mo irritated was his personal affairs.
Other than that, there are only things that even hand shields find difficult.
…
When Qian Mo went home and lay down with his head covered to sleep, on a certain road in Kyoto, a stretched Rolls-Royce was slowly traveling on Xiangzhang Avenue.
"Is the investigation clear? Are there any traces of people from Kyoto?"
In the spacious carriage, a man hidden in the darkness looked at the video intercom in front of him and asked. It could be heard from the voice that this man was middle-aged.
The person in the video has the unique ferocity and calmness of a man, but when facing the middle-aged man like Rolls-Royce, some of them can only show respect from the bottom of their hearts.
"Sir, this matter was entirely done by Qiu Yu from the Qiu family in Yicheng. No one else in the Qiu family knew about it. I checked Qiu Yu's phone calls and text messages, as well as the people he came into contact with and the places he visited during this period.
There is no trace of these people in Kyoto.”
The man in the car seemed to be thinking about something. The man on the screen was still standing upright, not showing any impatience. Even if his father let him stand for a whole day and night, he would not frown.
"So, this person is not a player in the chess game, he just accidentally jumped onto the chess board?"
The man in the car smoked a Yun cigarette. He liked the energy of this cigarette from his hometown: "I thought it was someone who wanted to come out for a stroll, but I didn't expect it was just a young man who didn't belong to the mainstream. But you have to pay for your mistakes, little guy.
It seems that you care about that girl very much. What I'm going to do...go to Yicheng and ask the Qiu family's parents for some eye candy. I don't want the Qiu family's little guy to be able to see the sun tomorrow."
"Yes!" The man in the car said in a tone that was not deliberately majestic, but just calm and ordinary. However, the man on the screen stood with his feet straight and responded loudly and respectfully.
The person in the car turned off the screen, and the bright light in the car without the screen dimmed again with the curtains drawn.
"I didn't expect the little guy to be so affectionate. Haha, he also fell in love with several little girls at the same time. He has a headache." He blew out a smoke ring. When the man put down the cigarette, a tall bodyguard next to him immediately took it.
Pass the ashtray to catch the ashes
"Sir, smoking is harmful to your health. Madam told you not to smoke before she came here." He has no control over my affairs, but he has to say what the madam told him, otherwise it will be his dereliction of duty.
The man called Ye smiled casually: "She's just saying it. She really can't stand it if she doesn't smoke. Why don't you take one too?"
Without the dignity that a superior person deliberately maintains over his subordinates, 'Master''s methods of controlling his subordinates are more casual.
"I don't smoke, sir," the tall bodyguard said, "Madam is actually right. Smoking too much will always harm your body."
The master waved his hand, saying that he, as a personal bodyguard, would always stick to what he believed in, even if he was his master.
"We will discuss this later, let's not talk about cigarettes now."
Take a deep breath to make the cigarette butt turn as red as possible, then put the cigarette out in the ashtray
"This time when we return to Kyoto, the first thing we visit is our old friend Gong's family. I just don't know how willing Gong Jinming is for her daughter to go to Hong Kong City." He brought the topic to this trip: "But let's not care about it for now.
Reluctantly, in general, that dream girl has already lived in Hong Kong City, so this old friend of mine has expressed her attitude."
"But Master...we are coming back like this...if the other old ghosts know about our situation, our situation will be dangerous." The bodyguard man had his own worries. He found opportunities to speak out along the way. Only this time did his Master take the initiative to mention it.
, he dared to ask
I tapped my fingers on the table and leaned back comfortably on the chair: "It will be okay. If there is any danger, I still have you guys. Besides, that little guy decided to come to this smelly land at the end of the year.
, he’s not afraid, so what can I be afraid of?”
Kyoto, in the eyes of some people, is a piece of cake, attracting countless people's pursuit, but some people think it is smelly, but they don't think that smelly things can attract certain animals, and they don't think they are some kind of pure thing.
, I am just a fly that will move forward whenever I see something smelly.
…
Qian Mo was very tired. His body was tired and his heart was tired. He returned home and covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep. Qian Mo's sleep had always been light, but this time he slept so deeply that he actually dreamed.
It is said that what you think about every day and what you dream about every night is hard to say whether it is true or not. Some people think about getting rich every day, but the things they dream about every night have nothing to do with money.
In Qian Mo's dream, he was still a little boy who had just learned to walk, and he kept chasing the woman in front of him. The sound of "Mom, mommy hugs" the baby was a little kawaii. After hearing this, the woman in front of her knelt down gracefully and held the baby.
Qian Mo hugged her, but the picture in the dream was too blurry to see the woman's face clearly.
Dreams are really changeable. When Qian Mo tried hard to see clearly her mother hugging her, she realized that she was already standing at the playground. A man and woman in the distance were smiling at him on the merry-go-round. Those were his father and mother! It’s just that
, this merry-go-round couldn't stop, Qian Mo really wanted to get closer and see them clearly...
When there was still a picture of the couple, the background had changed again. There were many uncles in black clothes wearing sunglasses around them, and next to them there was a big plane that he had only seen in the sky. Xiao Qianmo was crying, don't they want him anymore?
?
I've had this dream for a long time. I dreamed of the Middle East, but I couldn't see the characters clearly. The only thing that was clear was the boundless darkness.
"Mumu, my name is Liu Yiyu, you can't bully me."
"Qian Mo, you said you wouldn't hide anything from me in the future."
"You are everything in the dream. Without you, my dream life would just exist."
Liu Yiyu, Lin Bingqi, Gong Yanmeng and Qianmo tried hard to see clearly, but in the end they became farther and farther away, until they could no longer see...
Dreams are short, but they are also long and deep. Qian Mo dreamed of many people, such as Li Qi, Guo Ling, and Xiao Li. They all passed by in a flash. I don’t know when, but the protagonist in the dream had slightly cloudy eyes.
He shed tears, and all the floating shadows passed by without being able to catch them. He felt... helpless
I don’t know how long I have been dreaming, nor how long I have been asleep. When Qian Mo woke up, the sky outside was already dark, and I only felt that the corners of my eyes were a little moist. After a while, Qian Mo could no longer remember the dream just now.
No one can permanently remember the things in dreams, so no matter how bizarre the dream is, it will always be beautiful.
Wiping the sleepiness from the corners of his eyes, Qian Mo walked out of the room. In the hall, Li Qi teased the little girl Gong Ran'er as usual, while Gong Yanmeng on the side watched the boring variety show with a smile.
"Qian Mo, you're awake. I've adjusted the water temperature for you. You go take a bath first." The woman was very attentive. As soon as the door was pushed, she had already turned her head to look.
Li Qi lifted the apple up and down in exactly the same way, and the little girl jumped up and down chasing the apple as before. Li Qi didn't look back, and the words also reached Qian Mo's ears: "It's not boiling water. Girl Meng lowered the temperature of the water a little. She
By the way, my Xiaomo is so nice that it makes my aunt jealous."
Ignoring Li Qi's words, he nodded towards Gong Yanmeng. A thank you made the smile on the woman's face even more charming.
Open the bathroom door, close it, take off your clothes, and turn on the water valve. It's very simple and smooth.
The water temperature is not high, only about 50 degrees, and there is no steam, which makes Qianmo not very accustomed to it, but he still lets the comfortable warm water wash down his hair, and it feels good.
Qian Mo enjoys the feeling of water flowing across his skin. This is a luxury that is impossible to enjoy in the Middle East. From this point of view, Hand Shield is an easily satisfied person. In his eyes, simplicity is good.
ps: My major had a break-up meal today, and dormitory students will also start their formal internship next Monday. I originally asked for a day off today, but I don’t want to invalidate more than a hundred days of continuous updates, and I will continue to do so.
Update, one hundred days, two hundred days, three hundred days will continue. I drank too much today, I hope you can understand.