"You're blind, this damn thing just baked, you can't tell whether you drank it or not."
After Xiaobo listened to Zhang Ben's words, he said something vulgarly again.
Zhang Ben was a little confused when he heard Xiaobo's words, because he didn't know where he had offended this idiot.
"You two know each other."
He Zaizai's injury had just had stitches removed, and he still walked a little awkwardly, looking a bit like an old woman.
"I just met him once and chatted a few words."
Zhang Ben stood there a little embarrassed, turned to He Zaizai and said.
"Then why is he scolding you?"
He Zaizai asked puzzledly.
"Then who knows?" Zhang Ben was speechless.
"What are you doing here?"
Xiaobo cooked the first batch of mutton skewers, carried these things, and ran to the wine table, asking Zhang Ben without looking back.
"Uh, what, isn't our company planning to invest here? Your home is within the planning scope, so I want to come over and discuss with you the land sale and leasing." Zhang Ben said with a smile.
"You're from Zhongnanhai, you plan as you say."
Xiaobo was shirtless, sitting on a stool, raised his head and asked.
"Haha, didn't we say it was a discussion?" the eldest prince replied with a smile.
"Let's discuss it. If I don't sell this house, you can do whatever you want." Xiaobo waved his hands impatiently.
After Zhang Ben heard this, he thought for a while and continued: "Brother Bo, you see that your house is old and not very comfortable. We have discussed it with the village. If you people are willing to move out, The village has allocated land in other places for you to build new houses. If you don't want to live in a bungalow, our company can also build a family building for you, and we can also subsidize some additional cash. The policy is really good."
"I'll live here comfortably, so don't talk nonsense and get out of here." Xiaobo couldn't get enough of it.
"Damn it. Damn it. You seem to have lost your brain. You don't know what to say properly. Why? You have such a big mouth." He Zaizai couldn't help but cursed. .
"Who the hell are you scolding?"
Xiao Bo suddenly frowned and stood up.
"I'm scolding you, I...fuck you." He Zaizai opened his mouth to scold you again.
"Okay, shut it up."
Zhang Ben turned around and scolded He Zaizai, then pulled him and said to Xiaobo: "Okay, then you can think about it again. I will talk to you later."
"Consider it Jb, it doesn't matter how many times you come, if I say I won't leave, I won't leave."
Xiaobo replied.
"Haha, okay."
Zhang Ben smiled, nodded, turned around and left with the eldest prince and Zai Zai.
When Xiaobo saw that Zhang Ben was not quarreling with him, he suddenly panicked and squinted his eyes. Then he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it.
"Whoosh."
The wine bottle flew in the air, drew an arc, and flew directly over Zhang Ben's head.
"Bang,,."
There was a loud explosion, and the wine bottle hit the cement-plated wall. It shattered immediately and glass particles flew everywhere, most of which fell on Zhang Ben and the other three.
"Fuck,."
The eldest prince covered his head, and the back of his hand was cut open by a piece of glass.
"Are you, his, damn, going to die?"
He Zaizi immediately turned around, furious. In desperation, he coughed hard, and a mouthful of yellow phlegm flew out of his mouth.
"Crack."
As soon as Xiaobo stood up, he raised his head and saw yellow phlegm directly hitting his eyes.
At this moment, the distance between the two of them is at least ** meters, and at such a long distance, He Zaizi not only spat out the yellow phlegm, but also spit it accurately on Xiaobo's eyes. How accurate do you think this must be? ,,.
There is a "crosshair" on the mouth.
"You have a mother. Please call me."
After Xiaobo used two fingers to pinch off the yellow phlegm, he cursed in an insane manner, and then rushed over. The fair-weather friends behind him immediately followed.
"What are you doing?" Xiaobo pushed He Zaizai and asked.
"Push me again."
He Zaizai also pushed him.
There was immediate physical contact between the two parties. Zhang Ben felt that something was wrong, shook off the glass particles on his clothes, and then stood in the middle of the crowd, reaching out to stop him and shouting: "You have something to say, please tell me, Zai Zai, you can't do it" Se."
"You see, I'm so sick that I didn't even fucking do anything."
"Crack."
Xiaobo jumped up, slapped He Zaizi on the face, and shouted angrily: "What the hell can you do with your hands?"
"Are you slapping me? I'll fucking tell you how."
He Zaizai was slapped in the mouth, and he and Xiaobo immediately started fighting.
"Fuck him for me."
Xiaobo yelled, and then the fair-weather friends began to fight with Zhang Ben and the eldest prince.
The scene in the courtyard suddenly became chaotic. Soon, the barbecue rack fell down and the wine table was kicked away. Zhang Ben struggled to hold on and received countless punches and kicks.
He Zaizai knew the seriousness of the matter and did not dare to stretch out his hand to hit Xiaobo. He only tore at him a few times and then pushed forward to try to get rid of him.
"Pfft,."
Unexpectedly, Xiaobo took advantage of the situation and fell directly to the ground. His left hand was directly inserted into a barrel. When he pulled it out, his arm was full of the smell of diesel.
"Your mother got a B, and you just met me who became a Buddha on the spot. If it were before, I would have had to cut some dog shit and stuff it into your mouth."
He Zaizai cursed irritably, then turned around and left.
Xiaobo looked at the diesel on his arm, stared with scarlet eyes, gritted his teeth, paused for three or four seconds, then took out the lighter in his pocket with his right hand, rushed towards He Zaizai, and pounced forward from behind.
"Pfft."
The two fell to the ground and started fighting.
"You're not fucking done, are you?"
He Zaizai pulled his neck and shouted.
"boom,."
At this moment, a bright light suddenly burst in front of He Zai Zai's eyes, and he instantly felt that the waves in his hair were gone.
"ah,,."
A heart-rending howl came from Xiaobo's mouth, and he jumped up from the ground.
"drop."
At this moment, one of the friends held a mobile phone and recorded the scene where Xiaobo's right arm was covered in flames outside.
"Killing people, not allowing people to live, violent demolition."
Xiaobo shouted heartbreakingly in the yard. As soon as he shouted, several workers from the small factory next door stood on the edge of the wall, stretched their necks and looked into the yard.
"Oh shit, you drank alcohol. Why did you hit yourself while you were drinking?" He Zaizai stood there in confusion and asked cutely.
"Save him quickly, hurry up."
Zhang Ben reacted, exclaimed, took off his coat, and rushed over.