Gao Hu only cares about small money now, and said to his grandfather: "Old man, don't pretend, you are usually very strong, but you won't be like this after a little push!"
After saying this, regardless of Goldman Sachs's physical condition, he headed towards the banknotes at the bottom of the box.
Goldman Sachs was breathing rapidly, pointing in the direction Gao Hu had left, and wanted to call for help, but the man had already slammed the door and left, walking further and further away.
Once Gao Hu leaves, heaven and man will be separated forever. This is the last time the grandfather and grandson will see each other in this world.
Gao Hu took the money, recharged it to the game happily, and opened the card drawing interface with excitement.
I prayed silently in my heart that I must win this time.
The special music for drawing cards sounded, and my heart was stirring.
Looking at the various props, Gao Hu felt panicked.
I heard that someone even failed to get a kidney machine.
Is this possible? Continue with some trepidation.
After several rounds of ten rounds, there was a flash of golden light, and Gao Hu closed his eyes. After about ten seconds, he calmed down and opened his eyes a little.
It's actually Sun Shangxiang's static legendary skin, I feel a little disappointed, but don't worry.
Gao Hu calmed down and continued to fire ten rounds.
After several dozen consecutive shots, the golden light flashed, and this time it was calm.
Da Qiao's dynamic skin, when watching Da Qiao's girl in the skin saying the lines, "Please rest," my heart was agitated, Da Qiao is here, Diao Chan will not be far away.
Full of confidence and high morale, Gao Hu blew into the palm of his hand.
Sure enough, when Yuan Bao had the last ten shots left in a row, he still didn't draw.
I'm not looking forward to Diao Chan's dynamic skin anymore. I clicked on the last ten consecutive shots and the golden light flashed.
It’s something you can’t afford for the price of other people’s kidney machines, so just be content with it!
After the golden light flashed, Gao Hu's eyes widened and he saw Diao Chan's dynamic skin.
You read that right, it is indeed Diao Chan’s dynamic skin.
Gao Hu was overjoyed and sent the link to Diao Chan's skin on the public screen interface.
"I'll go, good luck, buddy, is the number for sale? I'll pay 5k."
"I'll pay you 5k5, and my buddy will sell it to me."
"Move aside, I want 6k."
"Stop talking, I won't sell this account, I keep it for myself to play with." When Gao Hu typed this sentence, he was extremely pretentious, and this kind of pretentious feeling was particularly refreshing.
No wonder there are so many pretenders in the world, it turns out that pretending feels so comfortable.
Exit the game without leaving a trace behind.
I'm hungry and need to go home to get some nutrition.
As soon as I opened the door, there was no smell of rice, so I complained a few times.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry. I'm getting up." Gao Hu was dissatisfied when he saw his grandfather still "sleeping" even during meal time. As for that, isn't it just 2k?
After calling for a long time, there was no movement. Gao Hu went up and pushed him awake.
As soon as his hand touched his grandfather, he took it back as if he was electrocuted.
Bing Bing Liang Liang, this is not the temperature of a living person. This situation can only be... it may be...
Gao Hu put his hand on Goldman Sachs's nose and burst into tears.
"Grandpa, it's your grandson's fault, grandson... grandson..."
Gao Hu burst into tears, even if his heart was broken and his tears flowed, he could not get Goldman Sachs back.
Gao Hu's father learned about this and rushed back without stopping.
When I came back happily, I saw Gao Hu crying and couldn't hide my tears: "You are a traitor... you are a traitor..."
"Dad, I'm sorry..." Gao Hu was full of self-blame.
I was so happy that I couldn't say a word, so I stretched out my hand and slapped myself.
…
After the father and son arranged the wedding for Goldman Sachs, they never spoke again.
Gao Hu was out of sorts for several days. When passing a traffic light, he was not paying attention, or was seeking death, and was hit to pieces by a passing car.
After Gao Hu's death, he has been kneeling on the curb, cold and summer, spring, summer, autumn and winter, but this still cannot replace the lost Goldman Sachs.
After Bai Ze listened, he remained silent.
The son became his father's enemy who killed his father, which is closely related to Gao Gao and his wife.
After not seeing each other for a long time, from Gao Hu's story when we met, we really gave him whatever he asked for, for fear that his son would forget these parents.
Hey, Bai Ze looked at Gao Hu and put it in his pocket.
Back at the tavern, someone was already waiting.
This man looked to be in his thirties, wearing a suit and leather shoes.
"Boss, what kind of place are you here? Why is there a door when you come in, but no door when you go out?" the man asked curiously.
"That means you are destined to be in this tavern.
Don't be impatient, I'll go get ready to eat and drink." Bai Ze had a smile on his face.
"Well, I happen to be hungry too, hurry up!" The man touched his stomach.
Bai Ze walked into the kitchen and was already proficient in this bowl of clear soup noodles.
After it was done, it was served and the man ate it slowly.
The man thought that maybe he was hungry, so the clear soup noodles tasted particularly delicious. Little did he know that this bowl of clear soup noodles was a collection of all kinds of flavors in the world.
After eating the clear soup noodles, I am still savoring the taste. The clear soup noodles are good, but I always feel that there is something missing in my memory.
Bai Ze filled a glass of ecstasy wine and gave a sign of invitation.
The man drank it curiously. The past events were vivid in his mind and he couldn't help but lower his head.
"The past is in my heart, telling me the sadness and sorrow. After drinking this glass of wine, the road of life is long. No matter what, this road of life will not be in vain." After saying this opening sentence, Bai Ze felt free and sat down expectantly.
Although the man didn't want to explain, after drinking this glass of wine, he couldn't help but feel unhappy about some things.
The man's name is Song Hua. He is in his early thirties. When talking about his life, it seems like a sea with huge waves.
Bai Ze was dumbfounded when he heard that. Is he so perverted?
Song Hua's current job is as a wedding officiant. This job is prestigious and glamorous.
But he had the idiosyncrasy of mental narration. If the patrol bureau hadn't discovered it, he might have been the last secret to be buried with the coffin.
It's just because of Song Hua's quirk that he really, really likes stockings and is a total stocking addict.
In ten years, I secretly accumulated 10,000 pairs of stockings in various colors and models.
Don't ask where these stockings came from, asking is just like stalking.
Speaking of Song Hua's behavior, he just stayed in the community where he lived.
While squatting, Song Hua looked at the pairs of beautiful legs wearing stockings passing by, and would comment on the pairs of beautiful legs.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these legs are nice, slender and white. I want to have these legs even if I break my ribs and make soup!"
The woman seemed to be aware of it and turned around, but she didn't see anything suspicious.
Song Hua threw away the cigarette in his hand and followed unhurriedly.
When they arrived at the place, Song Hua posted a small advertisement.
After watching the woman go out, Song Hua looked around.
After confirming that he was not going downstairs to pick up the express, he turned back.
He opened the door skillfully and glanced around, not looking at anything valuable, but focusing on women's underwear.
Looking at the various stockings drying on the balcony, Song Hua was so excited that this was it.
He walked to the stockings, carefully took off one pair, put it in front of his nose, and sucked it greedily and enjoyably.
He picked two of them casually, put them into the empty cigarette box, and walked out of the room.
This time, I was content with one pair each of black and gray. The hostess of the house seemed to be particularly fond of wearing silk stockings.
When you get home, mark the cigarette box with the hostess's information, home address, whether you are single or married, and even your measurements, as well as your visual weight.
