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1920 Sick to Sick

"Oh, this is Xiaojiujiu. I haven't seen you for many days. Are you afraid of treating us to dinner and deliberately hiding?"

When Lao Hei opened the car door, Lao Zheng immediately made fun of him without seriousness.

"I'm just talking nonsense. I'm such a stingy person. The boss always arranges a lot of messy tasks. I've heard that you're here, so I'll trot to buy your favorite snow-top coffee."

Jun Jiu handed over the drink that was still airing in his hand.

"You have a conscience and remember my preferences."

Lao Zheng was not polite, so he snatched it over, then pouted his mouth and asked softly: "Tell me, what whispers are your boss asking you to convey?"

"Let me convey it? No, he said nothing. I saw Lao Hei's car and knew you hadn't left yet, so I came over. What? Is there any little secret between you and Brother Wu?"

Jun Jiu was stunned.

"What a little secret, he owes me 200 yuan. I'm thinking of asking you to help pay it back. Forget it, besides being beautiful and charming, this girl is only rich enough to compete with the country. It's better not to pay it back. Do you have anything else to do? "

A hint of loss floated in Lao Zheng's eyes, but it was soon covered up by her, and she smiled and said nonsense.

"It's okay, I'll treat you to dinner another day?"

Jun Jiu shook his head honestly.

"I'll talk about something else. I'm a little tired and want to go back and have a sleep."

Lao Zheng took off his suit jacket casually, revealing the pink suspender inside, and yawned lazyly.

He glanced at the other party's fair skin as white as snow. Jun Jiu didn't say a word, and immediately flirted under the car with red face. His panic-like appearance made Lao Zheng tremble with laughter again.

"Heizi, do you think the men of the Hu Xiao Company have some serious illness collectively? What era is this? How come you see girls still so embarrassed?"

As the car started, Lao Zheng asked a funny question.

"There are only two types of men who are ashamed of women. One is that they lack interest, and the other is that they are too interested. You can treat it yourself. But there is a saying that Junjiu is actually quite suitable for you. He is introverted and low-key, and he is down-to-earth in doing things and has good skills. It is absolutely no problem to protect you in the future."

Lao Hei couldn't help but laugh.

"Take it down, he and I are pure iron-speaking people. I don't know each other without fighting. I don't like dull gourds. The key is that he is too short and seriously affects the next generation."

Lao Zheng curled his lips without any restraint.

Perhaps this is the cuteness of the children of the grassland, without pretending or pretending, and with a straightforward personality.

"It's off topic. What about money? This time, you said how much we invest in the joint company is appropriate. In other words, how much investment can guarantee that Wu Bei has 100% of his voice?"

After talking for a while, Lao Zheng sat cross-legged on the chair and asked the old black man.

"It's enough for Prison Su. It's easy to know how much Prison Su has prepared. Later, I'll send my brothers to all major banks to find out, but the key is what's the point of doing this? Let's use the funds we've worked hard to save for so many years to help you fall in love?"

Lao Hei was joking while driving, without any blame in his words, but instead looked like a brother who pampered his sister.

"Otherwise, let me see that you can live a life of your conscience alone? Besides, let Wu Bei be a slut for you. Our business is definitely bigger than it is now. Don't look at that guy always looks confused, but he is actually full of mind."

Lao Zheng responded with confidence.

At the same time, in a private house in Shuangliu District, Jincheng.

Xiao Sa, who was white-faced and cold-eyed, was fiddling with several black detonators tied together, and there were several "92" standard pistols piled up next to them. The buttstocks of the pistols were all printed with five-pointed stars, proving that their previous owners were all policemen.

"The power of the ten gas tanks exploded together in the morning was too small. If it could be bigger, even if Guo Pengcheng hid at the intersection, he would still ascend to heaven."

After playing with the detonator for a while, Xiao Sha muttered to himself.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and then I saw an old man with a hunched back walking in.

"Ah Yee...Ah Yee..."

As soon as the old man reached in, he was so angry that he sneezed several times by the smell inside the house.

"Damn, what's the smell in your room? It feels like the fermented pants."

The old man turned his head and patrolled, then muttered disgustedly: "You said you look clean, why are you so exhausted all day?"

"If you don't like to stay, you can get out, no one will force you!"

Xiao Sha scolded without even raising his head.

"Baby, you'd better be polite to me, otherwise you'll fall asleep in the middle of the night and you'll easily get smeared by your neck. You can think I'm joking!"

The old man stretched his head in front of Xiao Sa with expressionless expression.

"What's your name... Oh yes, Ou Xiang, right? Believe it or not, I'll let you spread your wings tonight!"
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