Staring at the back of Huangfu Yan, on the beautiful face, passing through a touch of sadness.
Huang Fuyu, the boss of the "drunk" of the city.
I have met, the most powerful person, and even Han Shao, the president of the famous Han Group, can't.
Unfortunately, I missed it like this.
Nympho
The gentle wind brushed across the cheeks. At this moment, Huang Fuyu, who was drunk, left a trace of unruly his face.
The wind was scratching the hair, and a few strands covering the eyes, making people look unclear.
After leaving the community, Huang Fuxun tried to make himself sober, but the more sober, the stronger the pain in his heart.
Looking around, they are all strange.
There is no purpose, I don't know where the home is.
At midnight, there were not many people. Occasionally, they looked at him with strange eyes.
Huang Fuxun didn't care about the weird eyes of passers -by. Looking at the shadows of the person around him, none of them were her.
The heart is not controlled by yourself, and the pain is even more intense.
Swiping his eyes, looking at the street light carved on the white jade railing on both sides, with warm orange yellow, scattered soft light.
I couldn't help but warm, and seemed to return to where she was there.
A man with a peaked cap and covering most of his cheeks, wearing a black windbreaker, almost integrated with the dark night.
After rubbing his body, Huang Fuxun didn't care too much.
Instantly, the silver light in front of the eyes flashed.
Before the brain, I hadn't consciously came, my body had made an instinct, and I could avoid the sharp blade.
There was a tingling in the arm, and the blood slipped along the arm in an instant. Most of the consciousness was sober.
That person, when he saw that there was no stabbing, he quickly left, and in a blink of an eye, fusion with the dark night in the distance, regardless of each other.
Looking at the winding blood on the arm, through the shirt, Qin out.
The sight is fixed at the end of the picture in the distance, and there is a touch of cold.
Just now, if it was not instinctively noticed the danger and hid quickly, the knife was his own abdomen, and he wanted his own life.
His eyes became cold, and he endured the pain from his arm, pulled out his phone, and called Song Gang's phone.
"Gangzi, you go to check this person immediately: about 1.7 meters tall, older in the age of thirty, wearing a peaked cap, wearing a black trench coat, walking a little high."
Song Gang was with Luo Qian, you, and me, in the middle of the night, climbed out of the warm quilt, and when he heard Huang Fu's phone call, his expression was immediately solemn and cold. "Brother, what happened?"
Huang Fuxi covered the bleeding arm and frowned, "It's okay, just drink too much and accidentally draw a knife."
Song Gang suddenly became nervous, "Where are you now? I will bring my brothers right away."
The driver Azhong must not be with Brother Yan. He must be alone now, otherwise Yi Azhong's skills cannot make people easily fulfill the body.
Huangfu said, "No need, I asked Azhong to drive over to pick me up."
"Well, then you should be careful. I immediately let the brothers check it." Song Gang hung up the phone, and had a killing opportunity in his eyes. No one dared to mess with them for a long time. It seems that this person really ate it
Leopard is daring, dare to hurt his brother!
He called his brother, and he couldn't help but move his bones, referring to the joints.