Wang Zhuo gently patted Xiong Er's face and said with a smile, "Isn't it okay if you have such a good attitude? You eat first, and I'll leave."
After all, I got on the Toyota Land Cruiser. Wang Zhuo had learned to drive with Seryosha when he was in Moscow. Although his skills were very fashionable, he had no problem getting on the road.
After Wang Zhuo picked up the two sisters in the car, Xiong Er watched them out of the brick factory. He looked around at Old Scar, who was still in a coma, and then said with a wry smile: "MLGBD, can I still eat like this? I
Are you offending the National Dragon Group?"
After the car had traveled a long way, the Ding sisters finally believed that they had been rescued and hugged each other and cried again. Ding Qi's eyes turned red and she said, "Brother, thank you very much."
Ding Qi's appearance and temperament are very pure, like a lotus hidden in the mud-like world of mortals. But she has a strong temper, which is difficult for ordinary people to control.
Wang Zhuo's consciousness was fully activated, he held the steering wheel and heard the words: "Aunt Zhang helped me today, it's normal for me to help you."
Seeing that Wang Zhuo was not happy in conversation, the two sisters also kept silent.
It was silent all the way, and the car drove to the village in the city. The door of Zhang's house was not closed, and the lights were still on.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was already half past two in the morning. "Go back, your life will get better when you wake up."
The two sisters looked at each other, and Ding Qi whispered: "Brother, you can come in and sit too. It was lucky to have you yesterday, otherwise my sister and I don't know if we would be able to see the sun today."
Wang Zhuo shook his head and said: "Let's talk about it later, it's too late now."
"Brother, please!" Seeing Wang Zhuo's refusal, Ding Qi begged even more: "You are the benefactor of me and my sister. Where can we find a hotel at this late hour? You can spend the night at my house."
Just as he was talking, the door opened, and a flashlight came from the room and shouted: "Is it Qiqi?" Judging from the voice, it was Aunt Zhang.
Ding Qi got out of the car and cried: "Mom!"
Next to Aunt Zhang was an old man, also in his fifties, but most of his hair was gray. He might be Ding Qi's father.
When Aunt Zhang heard her daughter's voice, she ran over quickly, her cotton slippers flying off her feet. When she reached Ding Qi, she slapped her daughter on the face with a crisp sound, which made Wang Zhuo feel pain.
"You bastard, you still haven't come home at what time! Your father and I are going crazy looking for you!" Aunt Zhang, with tears on her face, pulled her daughter and shouted: "Tell me! Did you go to find your eldest sister?"
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Ding Hui wanted to get out of the car, but after listening to Aunt Zhang's words, her face suddenly turned extremely pale. She lowered her body and couldn't hold back her tears and whispered to Wang Zhuo: "Handsome man, please take me away."
Wang Zhuo sighed softly, opened the car window and said, "Madam, it's me."
Aunt Zhang shined her flashlight on Wang Zhuo's face, and then realized that her behavior was very impolite. She turned the light down and saw that it was the young man she had just met last night. She opened her mouth not knowing what to ask.
"Ding Qi, please talk to your mother. I'll leave first." It was too late at this time, and Wang Zhuo didn't want to get involved in their family's messy affairs. He put his hand on the lighter and reversed the car to leave.
The gas tank was still full, and the car was driving casually on the deserted streets in the wind and snow.
"Do you have a cigarette, handsome guy?" Ding Hui shed a lifetime of tears today, her voice was hoarse, and her heavy makeup was scratched with tears, but no one who saw her would think she was funny.
Wang Zhuo took out the Yellow Crane Tower and threw it to Ding Hui. Ding Hui took it, took out one and put it on, "Thank you for today, please send me back to the massage room."
"Do you still want to go back there?"
Ding Hui exhaled the smoke deeply and asked quietly, "Where else can I go?
"The house we worked hard for has been sold by him, saying that he has shares in the land of the brick factory. Apart from the massage parlor, I have no home."
Wang Zhuo wanted to say something, just listen to Chen Ping'an asking you to come out and sell him? But the sentence was a little more lethal, so Wang Zhuo couldn't help but say it. The car turned and headed towards the massage room.
When it stopped, Ding Hui bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then said incoherently: "Come in and sit down, it will be dawn soon and you have nowhere to go."
Wang Zhuo nodded slightly.
The Meimei Hair Shampoo brand was quite eye-catching. Ding Hui opened the anti-theft roller shutter door and the lights inside came on. A girl with squinting eyes and not very sober walked out.
The girl wore a down jacket with a vacuum inside, and her small but firm breasts were looming under the cover of the down jacket. The lace panties were embroidered with a lilac rose for decoration.
"Sister Hui, why did you come back? Huh?" When the girl saw that there was a man following Ding Hui, her eyes widened, her face turned red, and she turned to the inner room.
Ding Hui reluctantly smiled at Wang Zhuo and said, "Her name is Yang Wan'er. She was found by Chen Weidong from the countryside. She is also a poor child."
"There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is shining. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. The person is as his name suggests, he is good."
Ding Huiqi said: "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable."
Wang Zhuo took out a cigarette, lit it and smiled: "When I was in high school, my Chinese teacher was very kind to me. She liked the Book of Songs, and I also liked it."
As he said this, his mind flashed to women who always like to wear long braids, smile and drink wine.
"It seems that you admire him very much." Ding Hui pulled a chair to Wang Zhuo, sat down herself, and took out a cigarette from Wang Zhuo's cigarette case.
The two of them were surrounded by mist. Yang Wan'er put on clothes and came out to say hello to another girl with slight acne on her face. Ding Hui asked them to go to bed.
Wang Zhuo looked at the surrounding layout. The room was full of dimming lights, which were emitting a bright white light. He estimated that the lights would become ambiguous when it was time to pick up guests. There were several retractable vibrating chairs that could accommodate people and have fun.
There is a flat-screen TV, computer table and chairs, and the rest is just the erotic murals on the walls.
After a long silence, Ding Hui finally couldn't help but said: "Handsome guy, you haven't said your name yet."
"Wang Zhuo."
Ding Hui finally couldn't help but asked: "He... won't die?"
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "How do I know? Do you expect him to die or live?"
"I don't know. Without him, I always feel like there is something missing in my life."
Ding Hui smoked a cigarette and silently told Wang Zhuo a simple story about her and Chen Weidong, and then fully expected Wang Zhuo's sympathy or comfort.
But to Ding Hui's disappointment, Wang Zhuo's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"Can you call Xiong Laoer and ask them not to kill Chen Weidong? I know you think I'm dirty, but Yang Wan'er is a real virgin. I let her sleep with you."
Seeing Wang Zhuo becoming more indifferent, Ding Hui hurriedly shut up and cried silently.
"Is there an extra room? I'll take a nap. Your husband won't die. At least you won't kill him because of your shame. Don't worry."
Ding Hui felt relieved after hearing this, knowing that what Wang Zhuo said was kind words. Xiong Er had always coveted her and Ding Qi. How could he let Chen Weidong go after suffering such a big loss? It was not because he was extremely afraid of Wang Zhuo that he acted like this.
Wang Zhuo was introduced to the gun room. The layout was similar to the outside room. There were old-fashioned TVs and VCD players. The TV cabinet was messily filled with Japanese action movie DVDs. The two-meter-two-by-two-meter large bed was covered with white sheets and quilts.
"The bedding is all new by me. It's definitely not dirty. If you don't like it, I'll get another set."
Wang Zhuo waved his hand and said: "It's okay, thank you."
Ding Hui closed the door and went back to her room. Yang Waner slept in the same room with her. When Ding Hui came back, Yang Waner was woken up and lost her sleep. She quietly said: "Sister Hui, who is that man?"
My benefactor!
Ding Hui hesitated for a moment and then said to Yang Wan'er: "Wan'er, I want to discuss something with you..."
Wang Zhuo fell asleep soon after lying on the bed. Just as he was dreaming about the teacher with long braids, he suddenly felt the door open gently. Then someone opened a corner of the quilt and a body with a cool feeling got in.
Wang Zhuo was suddenly awakened. It was the darkest time before dawn. There were no windows in the house and there was no light at all.
But Wang Zhuo's superior peep-eye could still see clearly. It was Yang Waner who lay motionless on the bed, as if she were a dead person.
"Brother! Be gentle, this is my first time."
Yang Wan'er seemed to have cried, her eyes were red and she spoke softly to Wang Zhuo, but her body could not stop trembling slightly.
Wang Zhuo stretched out his hand to turn on the light, then held back his movements and said to Yang Waner: "Put on your clothes and get out!"
Yang Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then pretended not to care and said: "Brother, I am clean, this is the first time!"
"I never say it a second time!" Wang Zhuo said angrily: "Get out! Let Ding Hui get in!"
Yang Wan'er didn't know why Wang Zhuo was so angry, but the man's disrespectful words towards Ding Hui made her couldn't help but raise her head and look at Wang Zhuo with squinting eyes: "Are you still a man? Come on if you are told!"
Wang Zhuo laughed angrily, pointed at Yang Wan'er and said: "Okay! Tell me are you over eighteen years old? You sold yourself out at a young age, are you worthy of your parents? Ding Hui didn't tell you, even if I
If I fall in love with you, I will be poor too, and I won’t even give you a penny!"
"It's none of your business whether I sell it or not! I have no parents, they are both dead!" Yang Wan'er was so angry that she buried herself in the quilt and cried for a long time.
After a long time, he put his head out and choked up: "You are so boring, so what if I'm a minor? Sister Hui told me that if you do well, you can use the money to send my sister to school. Please, brother, I'm clean!"
Wang Zhuo sneered and said deliberately: "Every woman who comes out to do this is very good at telling stories."
"What do you mean? You can look down on the woman who sells it, and you can look down on me, but you are not qualified to believe or not believe what I say! Should I cheat you with tears or money? Sister Hui will pay the bill this time, otherwise you will
I'm blind, please fuck me?"
Yang Wan'er was afraid of disturbing Ding Hui next door, so she lowered her voice and her face was filled with tears. She named her Wan'er, but she had no graceful temperament at all. Like most girls in the Northeast, she dared to love, hate and speak, but she didn't have any bad intentions.
Wang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the girl's firepower stopped, he asked: "How much did she give you?"
"What? You want to give me money? Do you think I will?" Yang Waner sneered and mocked: "There are no good people with Chen Weidong. I don't want your money. I think it's dirty!"
Wang Zhuo reached out and turned on the light. Under the red light, Yang Wan'er's exposed shoulders were as green as jade. Her eye circles were red and swollen, giving off a look of weakness and helplessness that made men couldn't help but hold her in their arms and pity her. I felt pity for her when I saw her.