In Shenyang, Mumu, Tianyang, Zhang Lu and I walked out from the gate of Caesars and drove to the airport.
I didn't have to worry about my family, so I walked away quite free and easy. My pockmarked face was pouting behind me. I had Dakang, Chenchen, and the death trio Gao Dong, Fu Xin, and Lao San, who almost beat little Japan to death. There is no difference between the senior gangster group and me or not.
I have a character that I can’t say is good or bad. For example, when it comes to dealing with pockmarked faces, according to normal people’s thinking, there is really no need for Caesar to get involved with him. We are not short of money and have connections, so calling him here is definitely a bit risky.
But I always feel that Caesar's system and operation model have stagnated. The income is stable, everyone's thinking is a little slack, and development has encountered a bottleneck. At this time, I don't want to come in and stir things up. Caesar is brilliant to the extreme. It will gradually decline, and over time this pool of water will die.
In our line of work, there is no such thing as standing still. You can either run forward and not be afraid of falling a few times. You see, Caesar just picks up after falling and getting up slowly. Or you can run backward and bravely retreat from the rapids, which will cost you a lot of money. Hurry up and get lost, but this situation is relatively small. Generally, those who make money will hardly engage in other industries. The reason is very simple, because in the criminal law, there is a general term called profiteering crime. This crime has a wide scope, including drugs. , pornographic industry, robbery, are all profiteering crimes, and our industry happens to cover all profiteering enterprises, so those who have reached a certain status are not willing to leave...
We have known each other for a long time. We had conflicts in the past, but the more we got to know each other, the more I discovered that we are actually quite similar. Life is quite difficult. Why should we embarrass others when we are in trouble? Our bodies are quite cold, so we will take off our clothes and hug each other. Let's keep warm together...
And the facts have proved that I am indeed a good hand at making love. When the two men hugged each other, their body temperature immediately rose. In Wang Mumu's words, "Look at their greasy and crooked vaginas, and they feel very hot. When they turn over or something, Every once in a while, you can still get some sparks..."
It was the spark that Wang Mumu was talking about that pushed Caesar, who had stalled, to flap his wings again, support the clouds and fly up to 90,000 miles, completely taking off!
...
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Na Yu has been a bit slutty recently, but in Tang Biao's words, she is a little bit dedicated, to the point where she masturbates in front of Monroe's photos.
The two of them were extremely capable and could be regarded as role models for underground workers. During the Anti-Japanese War, they could definitely replace the work of Comrades Lao Yu and Cuiping...
"Pah, pah, pah...!"
In a high-rise building, on Monroe's luxurious duplex sofa, there was a mighty horse racing man, completely naked, with bronzed skin, dripping with sweat like rain and dew, revealing the unique masculine beauty of men.
Under the sofa, Marilyn Monroe was kneeling on the sofa, exposing her snow-white neck, her head held high, her hair pulled back, wearing a nurse's cap, and her tight little nurse fell down to her small waist, revealing a pair of The firm and full vagina swayed wantonly.
"Baby... come on... uh... ah... ah...!" Monroe's flushed little face was hung with a black spectacle frame, her beautiful eyes were blurred, and her teeth were biting her red lips. Urgent sex...
"Hurry up! We are both capable of traveling through time. Can you believe it? Didn't you see that my fucking waist is phantom??" Nayu sweated on his forehead and patted Monroe's buttocks with his big hands. , pushing forward hard...
"...Ah...uh...baby, you're so good...!"
"Speak louder, little Mengmeng...!" Nayu accelerated suddenly. After a few minutes, he made a low sound from his throat, and with a pop, he lay on Monroe's back. He paused for a while and stretched out his hand to touch Mengmeng.
He scratched his exposed breast, bared his teeth and said, "One more shot, girl...!"
"Nayu!! You went inside again, didn't you...!" Monroe lay on the sofa, blinked her eyes, and suddenly cursed coquettishly.
"...I couldn't control it on a whim, so just squeeze it...!"
"You bastard, you have no sense of responsibility at all!"
"Oh, can we not talk about this and just be gentle for a while?"
"Fuck off, I'll wash off!" Monroe pushed Na Yu away, took off her clothes, and ran to the bathroom with bare feet.
...
On the other end, a middle-aged man of medium height and elegant appearance walked out of the airport. The secretary at the door opened the car door. The middle-aged man carried a leather bag with no visible brand, handed it to the secretary, and bent down to get into the Hongqi car.
"Go back to the city first!!" The middle-aged man leaned on the back seat and rubbed his temples tiredly. Then he glanced at his phone. There were many text messages in it. He paused, glanced around, and finally clicked on Monroe's message and replied.
Got one.
"Didi!!"
Monroe, who had just come out of the shower wearing a towel, heard the voice of the text message, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then looked at Nayu who was lying on the sofa, smoking naked and looking at herself, deflated
Small mouth, big eyes, full of reluctance.
"Old man, you're back?" Na Yu flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said with a frown.
"...Well...!" Monroe walked to Na Yu, gently lay on Na Yu's chest, rubbed her fingers vigorously and said: "...I can't see you for another day...
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"I don't fucking understand!! Why can't you live without him? I can't support you?" Nayu frowned and said with obvious frustration.
"Nayu, it's not about money. I like you, and I can accept it even if I eat Malatang every day...!" Monroe murmured with mist in her eyes.
"...Then why can't you come with me?"
"Because...I've already gone wrong...!"
"... Damn it! I can't stand it anymore! Maybe if I drank too much that day, I'll fuck him to death!" Na Yu gritted his teeth, feeling a little hot.
said.
"Nayu!!! Don't be stupid! Do you hear me?" Monroe was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said extremely seriously.
"...Fuck!" Nayu extinguished the cigarette butt angrily and said lightly.
"Xiao Yuyu, don't be like this. I will leave him sooner or later, so wait for me, okay?!" Monroe stroked Nayu's cheek and said emotionally.
"...Oh...when will this end?!" Nayu seemed to be tired of the life of breaking shoes. He stood up dejectedly, put on his pants, and shook his head.
Monroe stood up, took Nayu's clothes, and dressed him carefully. With a smile on her lips, she said sweetly: "As long as you still want me, I will always follow you, always follow...!"
Yes, after Nayu met Monroe, he realized that this was not a broken shoe, but a morbid love in this morbid relationship, very much!!