"Xiao Fu, I'm here again." Luo Yu walked in with a smile.
"Yu...Brother Yu." Yang Fucheng quickly stood up. Why did Luo Yu come back after leaving for a few hours?
"If you have something to do me a favor, it's not good for me to come forward in person." Luo Yu pulled Yang Fucheng straight to the computer room on the second floor.
"Hey, do you see it?" A little brother pointed at Luo Yu's back and said to his friend around him.
"What?" My friend didn't know what to look at, "I have a very thin back, are you..." My friend looked panicked: "Did you fall in love with him?"
"Get out!" He kicked his friend, and the little brother looked at the corner of the stairs with admiration, "He is the king of singles that I just told you, the Invincible Gun God."
"What! That thin man?" My friend couldn't believe it.
Of course, Luo Yu didn't hear the comments from the younger brothers behind him and pulled Yang Fucheng to a computer: "Can this machine surf the Internet?"
"Yeah." Yang Fucheng nodded, "Brother Yu, what are you going to do?"
"I want to teach a good tongue woman a lesson." Luo Yu searched his school online, and then searched one by one from the school leaders' photos.
"Lesson? No problem, I found more than 20 little brothers and dragged him into the alley and beat him up. Isn't it better?" Yang Fucheng spitted and stared straight, obviously he had experienced the first time not long ago
He killed someone with bloody hands, and now he is very bloodthirsty.
"That won't work." Luo Yu found the director's photo, and the three words He Baohong were under the photo.
"Why can't it?" Seeing the photo Luo Yu pointed at, Yang Fucheng imaged a bitch, "This woman looks real man."
"He is a pure man." The blue light on the screen shone on Luo Yu's face, "Xiaofu, you have to remember that gold will always shine, and chrysanthemums will always bloom."
"Chrysanthemum..." Yang Fucheng couldn't help but shudder.
"Print out this photo, and then find a few clever little brothers to follow him, and take all his information, including how many people there are at home, how many wives, how many sons, who are with you for dinner today, and what cigarettes are you smoking
, What are your hobbies and what kind of women do you like to organize these things, and give them to me in two days." Luo Yu blew a cigarette, and his expression was indescribable in the smoke, "The couple's life must be in the past few days
It's very unsatisfactory, hehehe."
"Director He is off work." The teacher in the same office got up and left, greeted He Baohong, "See you tomorrow."
"Oh, see you tomorrow." He Baohong came to his senses and started to pack his briefcase listlessly. He didn't want to go home very much. He had a bad relationship with his wife during this period.
I came to this school at the age of 20. Now 25 years have passed. I am a cadre in all sizes in the school, but I only received the fixed salary of more than 4,000 yuan a month, which made him feel that he had no sense of accomplishment at all.
He has old age and young age, and the pressure of life has made him show signs of baldness at a young age.
"Brother Yu, will this be..." Yang Fucheng looked at Luo Yu, who was sitting in the passenger seat leisurely.
"What?" Luo Yu debugged the headphones, "Did it stimulate your young heart?"
"No." Yang Fucheng saw Luo Yu fiddling with the bunch of high-tech, Bluetooth headphones, and radio connectors in his hand, "You did it so well. My admiration for you is like a surging river."
"Shh, stop talking, it's time to start." Luo Yu carefully tuned the channel of the headphones. After a rustling sound passed, he heard the snatching sound of high heels walking past the ground.
He Baohong packed his briefcase and was about to go out when he suddenly heard a timid voice: "Is Teacher Yang in this office?"
He Baohong looked over and felt a chill immediately when he saw him. A beautiful young woman in a red off-shoulder dress stood in front of him.
"Teacher Yang has already gotten off work." He Baohong swallowed and spitted. This woman was so charming that he forgot that there was no such person as Teacher Yang in his office.
"That's how..." The woman showed a look of disappointment on her face, and accidentally dropped her lv handbag to the ground.
"Oh." She screamed in a low voice and bent down to pick up the bag. He Baohong's breathing was almost frozen, and she could see it from him.
Luo Yu could hear a sound similar to swallowing saliva through the headphones. Luo Yu cursed: "This old guy is not so hungry, right?"
I don’t know about Luo Yu. He Baohong was kicked by Luo Yu last time, and then he was severely injured with the help of international friends. Later, it was a bit difficult for him to get up, but his yellow-faced woman was just the one who was just now.
He is over 40 years old, but He Baohong can't stand it. In addition, he feels that his wife is really not good, so the couple quarrels every day now.
"Please help him." Luo Yu whispered to the headset, the lady who he had spent 3,000 yuan to invite. In Luo Yu's words, "Brother spends money to invite you to prostitution, aren't you moved to death?
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After receiving instructions, the lady on the stage stood up slowly and deliberately lifted the group's feet up a little. He Baohong's whole body became hot and his eyes were red.
"Are you a teacher?" the woman asked in a coquettish voice, even Yang Fucheng, who was on the headphones, felt weak all over when he heard it, let alone He Baohong, who had just been physically stimulated next to him.
"Yes." Seeing the beauty ask her questions, He Baohong immediately looked hypocritical and straightened his chest, "I am the director here."
"Hello, Director." The woman smiled charmingly, "I have a little problem and I don't know if you can help?"
He Baohong tried hard to keep calm at this time, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "This... is already off work time."
"What are the old fox pretending? I heard your saliva fall to the ground just now." Luo Yu cursed in her heart and said to the headphones: "Tell him it's a small problem, and the reward will not be less. Give him some sweetness."
"Director." The woman said with a long voice, "It's just a small problem, please help me."
"Well, okay, but it can't be too late." He Baohong loosened his tie. This was so ecstatic that he couldn't breathe.
"Well, thank you, Director." The woman stepped forward and held He Baohong's arm, and her body rubbed against He Baohong's arm intentionally or unintentionally.
"Okay, drive back." Luo Yu ordered Yang Fucheng to step on the accelerator and headed straight to the bar where he was.
"What is this?" A faint fragrance floated into his nostrils, and He Baohong followed the woman into the bar.
"Bar, so stupid, I'm here to work." The woman held He Baohong and went straight to the private room on the second floor, greeting the people around Luo Yu arranged in advance along the way.
"Your name is Xiaohong? What a nice name." He Baohong said insincerely.
"Thank you." The woman smiled sweetly, shook her hair just right, and a few strands of hair brushed over He Bao's cheeks made him feel even more itchy.
He Baohong trembled and held the woman's waist with his hand. Not only did the woman not dodge, but leaned against herself, which made He Baohong jump in her temples excitedly.
"I will pretend to be a little more real later, remember?" After He Baohong and the woman went upstairs, Yang Fucheng carefully instructed several temporary hiring ladies.
"I know, the boss." The ladies giggled. They had never received such a business that the boss gave money but did not do.
Luo Yu held his chin and looked at He Baohong who was helpless in the monitor. Yang Fucheng came up: "Brother Yu, everything has been arranged."
"Well, look at me, I'll go down and find some to drink." To be honest, Luo Yu really doesn't have this kind of peeking habit.