The yellow-haired people were all dumbfounded at that time.
"You fart, my brother knows Zhang Qinghu! This is Zhang Qinghu's territory! Do you know what the consequences of your fake Zhang Qinghu?"
Zhang Qinghu kicked him up with one kick.
"Brother! Call Zhang Qinghu!" Huangmao shouted in pain while hugging her head.
Scar face covered his stomach, "I don't know Zhang Qinghu!"
Huangmao was completely stunned at that time.
Several subordinates behind Zhang Qinghu took action one after another.
Dozens of people came in from outside and started to attack without thinking.
Chi Yinan turned his head and grabbed Wang Han's arm with both hands, "Didi, I don't want to see these things!"
Wang Han picked up the microphone and said, "Hey, hey? Zhang Qinghu, my sister can't stand these things, so she can pull them out and solve them!"
Zhang Qinghu immediately nodded and said, "Brother Wei, sister, sorry, I'm going out with these eyes-not-opening things!"
Wei Xiaoqin was dragged out by a man with his hair.
Realizing that he might be beaten to incontinence today, Wei Xiaoqin shouted in a hurry, "I am Brother Han's sister-in-law! I am Brother Han's sister-in-law! You can't touch me!"
Zhang Qinghu kicked up and said, "Brother Han is also called by you? If your sister-in-law would stand with these miscellaneous people? Hold it out! He will fight to the death!"
After Chi Yinan calmed down, Wang Han handed over the microphone again, "Sister, sing it again, I haven't heard enough."
"Do you like your sister singing?"
"I like it." Wang Han told the truth.
Chi Yinan sang another song for Wang Han, and then gradually let go. Chi Yinan sang several sweet songs in succession.
While singing and dancing, I have to say that Chi Yinan's figure and voice combined with this dance posture have completely defeated many popular singers.
"How about Didi?"
"Better than those professional singers." Wang Han exclaimed sincerely.
Chi Yinan touched Wang Han's head, "Didi really knows how to praise people!"
It was until after nine o'clock in the evening.
Chi Yinan was tired of singing.
Snuggling with Wang Han, the two of them listened to the song without saying a word.
Chi Yinan suddenly laughed, "I wish I could have been so marinated."
"Didi, will you treat me like this all the time?"
Chi Yinan raised his head and stared at Wang Han's eyes seriously and asked.
Wang Han was stunned for a moment, and smiled at Chi Yinan, "Of course."
"Then will you always treat me as a relative?"
For some reason, Wang Han heard some lack of love from Chi Yinan's tone.
It's like the kind of thing that people who have never been cared for since childhood.
"meeting!"
"Hook!" Chi Yinan stretched out his beautiful fingers.
Wang Han smiled and stretched out his hand.
"The hook is hung for a hundred years and will not change! Stamp it! After stamping it, you can't lie to your sister!"
The smile is as beautiful as a flower south of the pond.
After drinking a sip of water, Chi Yinan sang a song, and the two of them walked out.
Go out of the private room.
Wang Han realized something was wrong.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.
Zhang Qinghu took the man away before, but Zhang Qinghu would be able to act properly and would not kill anyone.
And the smell in the air is clearly the strange smell of a dead person.
Wang Han blocked Chi Yinan behind him, "Shh!"
Pull Chi Nan and walk quickly towards the elevator.
The elevator is a corner and there is a window next to it.
When Wang Han passed by, people were stunned.
Dozens of people lie on the ground, either dead or disabled.
Wang Han's shocked chrysanthemums were all raised to his throat.
Everyone was slapped in this way.
The power of this palm is self-evident.
There was also a bloody palm print on Zhang Qinghu's white shirt on his chest.
He was gasping for breath, and blood flowed through his seven orifices.
After seeing Wang Han, Zhang Qinghu used his last strength to make a gesture to let Wang Han leave.
The windows are open.
Two people sat on the windowsill.
This is the 11th floor. If it falls down, it will be crushed to pieces.
Through the back, I can only recognize one of the people who are yellow-haired.
Huangmao was beaten by Wang Han once today and Zhang Qinghu once again. Now this person was pulled to the windowsill by this man and dared not let it go. If there was any mistake, he immediately fell into a meat paste.
The other person couldn't see clearly.
Only from behind can I see my hair gray, my body is fat, and I wear black-framed glasses.
He was hugging Huangmao and pointed to the street outside.
There are traffic on the streets and people come and go.
"Friend, you said, are these people moving?"
"It's moving, it's moving!" Huangmao stuttered.
The man shook his head and pointed at the car on the ground, "Then are they moving?"
"Moving."
"Then are you moving?"
The yellow-haired swallowed, "I didn't move, I didn't move at once!"
"Then I'll ask you again, is the earth moving?"
Huangmao also went to school and nodded, "Moving."
"Then are you Earthlings?"
Huangmao seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong, and her throat was tight, "It's the earthling!"
"The earth is moving. You are a person on earth, but you don't move. Are you more awesome than the earth?"
The yellow-haired man was stunned and quickly yelled, "No! No! I'm moving! I'm moving!"
"Is it moving?" the man pointed to a parked car on the ground.
The yellow-haired swallowed, "It's on the earth, it's moving too!"
"No, it doesn't move. The reason it's moving is because you're moving."
The yellow-haired people are numb.
"It didn't move! It was me!" Huangmao was afraid that the man would be unhappy, so he quickly changed his words.
"Where are you moving?"
The yellow-haired opened his mouth and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, "I, I, my eyelids just moved."
"Did I let you move?" the man said angrily.
Hearing this, Huangmao even wanted to jump off the building and die, but it was better than torture here.
"No...no."
The breeze blew on my face, and the yellow hair was blown.
"There is wind, is the wind moving?"
The yellow-haired girl was like a student who was called to ask a question, "Move? Not moving? Move! Move! The wind is moving!"
"The wind has not moved, it is your heart that is moving, your heart is not calm, I will help you calm down."
Just finished speaking.
The man's palm fell on Huangmao's heart.
There is a fatal hole under a person's breasts. If you knock it gently, it will hurt for several days and it will have difficulty breathing. If you get hit hard, you can immediately burp. Wang Han has seen a couple fighting and a man pushing him.
When he hit the woman's chest, she died and was not saved.
The yellow-haired spit out a mouthful of pain.
Lost your life.
Dead completely.
The man patted Huangmao's shoulder, "Is the wind no longer moving now? I want to calm down! Do you understand?"
Wang Han was shocked.
The other party slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Han.
Only then did Wang Han see the other party clearly.
The skin is a little red, looks quite normal, and is even a little decent, wearing glasses, like the kind of elder who can sit down and chat and laugh with others.
Wang Han's eyes moved down.
Finally, the words on the other party’s clothes were frozen.
Jiangning Second Spiritual Hospital.
Wu Fa!
When the other party saw Wang Han, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was overwhelmed with excitement.
"Brother Wang!"
Wang Hanru was struck by lightning and was shocked to perform anal lifting exercise on the spot.