From then on, Weasel got to know this young man with a huge head and a fierce spirit.
Maybe the weasel wanted to win over the other person, or maybe he just admired the young man's fierceness and loyalty. In the days that followed, you took great care of this young man.
The young man was also grateful to the weasel and helped the weasel solve several difficult things with his fierce energy.
Over and over again, the boy became half a weasel's younger brother.
Weasel was also kind to him, and later helped him open a sand mining factory of his own, and the protection fee was permanently waived.
The boy quickly bought a house in the city, built a very beautiful small bungalow for his parents in his hometown, and bought himself a Mercedes-Benz. This poor boy who came out to work in the countryside finally became a phoenix.
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At the same time, he also regarded the weasel as his closest benefactor in the world, other than his parents.
His life has undergone earth-shaking changes, but his stubborn character has not changed at all.
So when he saw Weasel's circle of friends, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Brother Huang might want to recite poems and compose poems again.
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang!"
Little Sweet Potato arrived at the Weasel's villa in a hurry carrying a lot of nutritional supplements. After seeing no one in the hall, he went straight to the backyard.
"Brother Huang, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Little Sweet Potato asked anxiously.
The weasel was sitting on an old wicker chair, with his elbows on his knees and his chin on his palms, as if he was possessed.
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang, are you okay?"
Seeing the weasel like this frightened the little sweet potato to death.
"Don't yell."
The weasel said calmly, "I'm admiring the flowers."
Little Sweet Potato was startled, then followed the weasel's line of sight and saw a pot of golden chrysanthemums under the corner of the wall.
"Brother Huang, what's wrong with you?"
Little Sweet Potato didn't understand what was involved in flower viewing. What he was most concerned about at this time was the weasel's physical condition.
"depression."
Weasel responded calmly, "Severe depression."
Little Sweet Potato looked confused, "Depression?
What kind of disease is this? Is it cancer?"
The weasel slowly turned his head and said, "You have cancer!"
"Then what kind of disease is this?"
"Little Sweet Potato asked.
"depression."
Weasel explained, "It means that when a person's ideological realm reaches a certain height, his thinking about a certain field falls into a state of temporary confusion."
Little Sweet Potato opened his mouth wide and couldn't understand what the other person was saying.
When Weasel saw Little Sweet Potato's expression, he immediately said angrily, "I usually ask you to read more books but you don't listen. You don't even know about depression."
"This is a disease that only intellectuals and thinkers are qualified to suffer from. In short, if you have this disease, you will feel very bad."
In front of this one-minded tiger, the weasel wanted to show off as a cultured pussy, but it was all about playing the piano to the bull, and in the end he could only express it in a very straightforward way.
Little Sweet Potato scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he still had a confused expression, "I'm not in a good mood. How about I take you to a new factory tonight? I heard that a new group of girls have come over there.
, let’s have a good night.”
"Grass!"
Weasel finally couldn't help but cursed, "Depression, depression, this is a disease, not a bad mood, it's a disease, it's a disease, do you understand?"
Little Sweet Potato looked confused, "It's an illness. Then, how about I go and brew some isatis root for you?"
weasel:".…….."
The only thing in this world that can make a weasel speechless is a tiger-like little sweet potato with only one muscle.
"Oh, I remembered it!"
Little Sweet Potato suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Among my girlfriends, there is one who is very good at making soup. The soup she makes tastes amazing. How about I ask her to make a pot of soup quickly and bring it to you for your replenishment?"
Body?"
"Wait a minute!"
Weasel was stunned, "What did you just say?"
Little Sweet Potato repeated, "I said my girlfriend is very good at making soup..."
"That's not the sentence. Just repeat what you just said word for word."
Weasel said with a strange expression.
Little Sweet Potato scratched his head and had to start over, "Among my girlfriends..."
"stop!"
Weasel put the index finger of his right hand on the palm of his left hand and made a pause motion, "Your 'these' girlfriends?"
"You mean, not only do you have girlfriends, but you also have many?"
Little Sweet Potato nodded, "Yes, there must be seven or eight people who have officially confirmed the relationship between men and women. The ones who only had sex but didn't confirm the relationship can't remember it clearly. My math scores are not very good, and the numbers are slightly
If it gets bigger, it will give me a headache.”
After hearing the grunt, the weasel swallowed a gulp of saliva, then stood up and circled around the little sweet potato a few times. He really couldn't figure out where he lost.
Little Sweet Potato is 1.6 meters tall. Because he did not keep up with nutrition when he was growing up as a child, his body is very thin.
But he also has a huge head that looks like a sweet potato. Although he has a baby face, it definitely has nothing to do with being handsome.
But why is he so comfortable with women?
"Brother Huang, what are you doing?"
Little Sweet Potato was confused and didn't understand why the weasel looked at him with such strange eyes.
"How much do you...those girlfriends...spend for them every month?"
The weasel racked his brains and finally could only think of the reason that the sweet potatoes might have been raised directly from his wallet.
But Little Sweet Potato shook his head and said with a smile, "I would like to spend some money on them, but they are not willing."
"If a girl really likes a boy, she will never mention the word money in front of the boy."
"Because they are particularly concerned about what this boy thinks of them. Oh, by the way, among my girlfriends, there are a few with good family conditions, and they spend a lot of money on me every month."
"I'm not afraid of Brother Huang's jokes. The leather shoes I'm wearing now are Hermès, the coat is Gucci, and even the pants are from Armani."
"But I bought them all from my girlfriends. I couldn't stop them. It would be a waste to leave them alone, so I had no choice but to wear them."
The weasel kept scratching his hair, and after a while, he asked unwillingly, "What do these women... look like?"
How old are you?"
There was a shy expression on Little Sweet Potato's face, "The oldest one is about thirty years old, the others are basically around twenty, and there is one who is sixteen or seventeen years old."
"Anyway, they are very nice to me. I have pictures here. You see, these are my girlfriends."
Little Sweet Potato took out her cell phone, pulled out a few photos of girls and handed them to Weasel.
When Weasel saw the photos of beauties on the phone screen that were either pure and sweet, tall and charming, or sexy and hot, he suddenly felt the urge to howl and cry.