Author: Guigu

The lustful demon seemed to enjoy his younger brother's compliment. He smiled and took out a stack of earth-colored 1,000 baht from his 60th anniversary of Queen Sirikit's birthday from his top pocket, took out one, deliberately raised it up, pretended to look at the sunshine and took a look at Queen Likit's watermark avatar. Then, under the envious eyes of the other three short mules, he handed the baht to the yellow-haired turtle, "Please, the boss will give you a tea."

The yellow-haired turtle took it happily, held it in his hand and looked around for a long time, then asked in a low voice: "Brother Xiong, how many mosquitoes can this be replaced?"

When the lustful demon heard this, his face darkened and he shouted unhappily: "Why, don't you want it? I tell you, this is Thai money, and you can exchange it for a big bull (HKD 1,000 Taurus, 500 Big bull)."

After saying that, he showed a smug look on his face, and it was obvious that the dissatisfaction he had just now had the same appearance.

Hearing this, the yellow-haired turtle showed a look of surprise on his face. He quickly put the Thai baht in his hand into his pocket, and kept saying thanks in his mouth, "Thank you, Brother Xiong."

The lower-level short mules are just scattered, they are poor at the third and fifth, and they cannot get rich even if they are poor at the fifth. Even the valet parking is not something that ordinary short mules have the opportunity to do. Although the valet parking is inconspicuous, the tips you get in a month will not be less than those of white-collar workers. When you meet a customer who successfully snatches girls, you will easily get a large tip.

The yellow-haired turtle is obviously the short mule on the periphery. He can usually eat and drink with his elder brother. Occasionally, he has the opportunity to get a "number" of the number of people, and he can probably get a little head fee. For him, 500 Hong Kong dollars should be quite a lot of money, especially for free.

Nan Yi had no intention of mocking the lewd demon hero for his pretentious behavior. Nan Ruoqi in his hand had already sent a signal to swear. According to experience, Nan Yi knew that he had entered the state of urine forty seconds and did nothing during this time, and Nan Ruoqi would do whatever he wanted.

After glanced at the yacht, Nan Yi quickly calculated the time it took to get on the yacht to the bathroom, and quickly concluded that there was not enough time to run. The terrain along the way was diverse, and it was easy to fall when he ran with his child in his arms, so he didn't dare to gamble.

Waving his hand, he called Tianxian to his side and asked her to block it. He gently pulled off the Velcro crotch cloth on Nan Ruoqi's pants, took the light machine gun, and pulled the trigger in his mouth, and shot it shortly at the sea.

Earlier, I had to whistle Nan Ruoqi to urinate (actually, it was to cultivate conditioned reflexes). Now that I am older, the little man can hold his urine. I know that when I urinate again, Nan Yi hummed in his mouth to cheer himself up.

This humming didn't matter, and the short mule immediately attracted the attention of the short mule. Perhaps it was because the yellow-haired turtle got a huge sum of money and was jealous. One of the other three short mules, one of the salty and shy mules spoke foul words towards Nan Yi, and the content went straight to Nan Ruoqi's unspeakable place.

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Xian Shizi's foul words are like opening the command to identify faces. The tiger cub and the two pairs of eyes that are in urgent need are instantly searching and locking in the target. Xian Shizi's facial and physical characteristics are remembered by the two of them.

After following Nan Yi for a long time, they knew Nan Yi's temperament and knew that Nan Yi would not have any reaction other than smiling.

Seeing the eyes of the tiger cubs, Xian Shizai was shocked and then realized where he was standing at this moment. This is the Deep Bay Yacht Club, "It's miserable!"

Just when Xian Shizai thought he would be repaired hard, Nan Ruoqi's magazine had been cleared, Nan Yi carefully cleaned up and walked out of the dock with Nan Ruoqi in his arms, as if he was deaf and could not hear any ill words.

As Nan Yi and his party disappeared, Xian Shizai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then took the opportunity to flatter him and threw him at the lustful demon. "Brother Xiong, you are so sharp. The second generation ancestor is suppressed by you and dare not speak."

Xian Shizai's flattery was like a fly, which made the erotic demon hero feel disgusted. "The sound of this flop was so loud just now, and the other party must have heard it, but he didn't react at all. This may be a big deal."

Thinking about this, the lustful demon hero couldn't help but shivered.

On the way back, Nan Yi didn't talk about what had happened just now, but just accompanied Nan Ruoqi to play with her fingers. Until she returned to Fang's manor, Nan Yi handed Nan Ruoqi to her nurse, and then said coldly to the tiger cub: "28, have wisdom teeth for him. If it is not enough, the finger bones are tied together, and it is not raising them. It's my father's fault. I don't want to see that he can still eat meat in the future. He will first be polite and then fight. If he doesn't give him a face, he will directly squeeze the business."

"clear."

Although there are hundreds of thousands of short mules in Xianggu, they are a bit famous, and not many people can make a name for themselves. They have nicknames and are also a rather bizarre nickname like "Sex Demon Hero". And knowing their appearance, it is not difficult to get the bottom.

In less than two hours, Ruan Zhiping found out the background of the lustful demon hero through his channels, and the number of "Heliqun" Lao Wai was the leader.

The old widow system is the word "he". The name of a club is started with the word "he". He wins and is the same as the old widow system. There is a position of white paper fan in the club, namely a military advisor, who is responsible for coordinating the civil service of the club. Under him, there are charges for the financial affairs of the club, similar to cashiers, and books for the accounts, and similar to accounting.

Since the late 1980s, the Sanhe Association began to have a clue of enterprise-oriented operations. The old-fashioned white paper fan was replaced by accountants and lawyers. The association began to talk about group-based, capitalized operations, and law.

It would be not difficult to find out who the lustful demon is, and then find the Xianshizi. Ruan Zhiping called a few times and then lifted up Xianshizi's foundation.

The true nickname of Xianshizi and Xianshizi is half a pound of 100% and is called Xianshizi. The shallow meaning is leech. If you look closely, Qi is a leech and a female. Qi can also be ridden and become a rider, which means a position that cannot be described at any time. Those who get this name are usually thin and look very vulgar.

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Victoria Clock Hotel Tsim Sha Tsui.

In a room, a woman hugged a man's neck and said affectionately: "Samael, I love you."

Samar took off the cigarette from his mouth, reached out to flick it on the ashtray on the bedside table, stuffed it back into his mouth, took a big sip, and then pouted his mouth into a tiny shape, slowly exhaling a cigarette ring.

The smoke ring floated up a few inches, and Samar did everything, and the smoke ring was cut in half and then disappeared in the air.

"Some people say don't trust beautiful women, especially those who don't wear clothes." Samar patted the woman's face, "Angela, I'm leaving Kaoru soon and going back to have a good time with your husband, or find another man to say I love you."

"I'm not, where are you going, I'll go with you." The woman held her hands tighter, and her mouth pouted to block Samar's mouth.

Just as the two pairs of lips were about to touch each other, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Samar pushed the woman away, picked up the phone and answered it and put it in his ear. He listened for a while, reported his address, and then replied to "Got".

After hanging up the phone, Samar pushed the woman away and dressed happily and left.

When he arrived at the door of the hotel, Samar looked at his watch. It was three and a half hours before his plane took off, and he had plenty of time.

He lit another cigarette, leaned against the railing on the side of the road and took out half. A car parked beside him. The window rolled down, and a yellow envelope was handed out, followed by a sentence.

"Your team's employer this time is in trouble, take care of yourself."

"The more troublesome the employer will pay, the higher the commission." Samar smiled lightly and bounced the envelope in his hand, "Please live for a round."

The hand in the car gave a sloppy military salute, stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out.

Samar responded to a military salute at the taillights of the car, then opened the envelope, pulled out a pile of things from it, and counted it, a stack of 500 denominations in plastic bags, a photo of them also in plastic bags, a new envelope still in plastic bags, a pair of medical gloves in complete packaging, and a bare note with a few lines of words on it.

I picked up the note and glanced at it, remembered the contents, put it in my pocket, then took out the gloves and put them on, opened the photos and money and packed them into a new envelope...

After packing up, Samar stopped a taxi and headed to Lei Yuemen.

The term "Dark Flower" is often seen in Hong Kong films and is often associated with clubs. In fact, "Dark Flower" is an ancient Chinese language. It first refers to a reward that was not known to outsiders in ancient yamen. It is mainly aimed at specific reporting groups. It is generally encouraged to report to each other. The amount of "Dark Flower" is usually much higher than the reward that is clearly marked.

The dark flower is like a gun, neither praise nor criticize, but only depends on who is used.

Hong Kong police can use it, and clubs can also use it. However, since they have the word "colour", many times, people who produce "flowers" naturally do not want outsiders to know who they are. This involves a question. Why do people who want to get "flowers" believe that doing good things can successfully get "flowers".

In order to solve the trust problem, there is a need for an intermediary organization or individual that can make both parties believe.

Yuelongmen Tea Room is located in the industrial and residential mixed area of ​​Liyumen. It is not far from the fishing port and the business is not bad. Although it has passed the meal time, the customer service rate in the store is still more than 70%.

Samar entered the tea room, found a seat to sit down, and a waiter saw it and walked over with a ordering book, "Sir, what should I eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I just drink tea."

"What tea do you drink?"

“Gaoxi Guanyin Tea.”

The waiter was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then asked again: "What snack to eat?"

"Yunxiao stone flowers are frozen."

"plz follow me."

The waiter took Samar to a private room on the second floor. After a while, he walked into the private room and said a few words to Samar. Then he took Samar out of the back door of the tea room, turned left and right to a house, and took the stairs to the third floor.

On the third floor, Samar met another person. Finally, he handed out the envelope in his hand, then left Lei Yumen and headed to the airport.

"The Mandarin Hall let me know that birds sing, and the good news is dawn. The Mathematics Hall says the number is hard to know. I look at it every night but see the empty space. The Art Hall also says that the sky is, after the rain, the rainbow will cross the sky, so I beg for a rainy day, and I often look after it after the rain..."

It was already nine o'clock, and Nan Ruoqi, who was making enough noise, was lying on the bed. Nan Yi snuggled beside her, humming Ye Yunyi's "Where" in her mouth, and patting Nan Ruoqi's shoulder blades with one hand.

Before the song could be finished, the little man's snoring sounded.

Hearing the snoring, Nan Yi hurriedly lay down and glanced into the little girl's nasal cavity. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was not a snot flowing out of it. He carefully cleaned it up, and then took out the receiver to check whether the screen of the three cameras in the room was normal, and to make sure everything was correct. Then he left the little girl's room.

Nan Yi came to Zhao Shixian's room and lay down. Zhao Shixian, who was reading a magazine, immediately turned around and asked, "Are you asleep?"

"Um."

Nan Yi responded, covered his quilt, and picked up the children's picture book "Han Meimei" on the bedside table.

It won’t take long to read the picture books. Nan Yi will read the picture books she wants to read. Remember the general contents. In this way, when you talk to the little girl in the future, you can also cut into the other party’s channel at any time.

"Have you decided on a meeting today?"

"I've decided. The financial team will contact you for the next thing." Nan Yi turned the pages of the book without turning his head.

"Does Xueshan Trust want to become a shareholder?"

Nan Yi turned his face and glared at Zhao Shixian, "It's time to rest now. Talking to me is a little straightforward and let my mind take a good rest."
Chapter completed!