Invincible playboy

It was a dream again, it was still the same dream, Zhao Fanchen had had this dream for several years, it was as if it happened yesterday, it was vivid in his mind, lingering in his mind, lingering like a shadow.

Turning off the alarm on the mobile phone, Zhao Fanchen got up from the narrow hard plank bed. The bed was covered with a straw mat wrapped in a blue sheet with a few holes. The humidity in the small room was so heavy that the straw mat under him was wet , put your feet on the small table next to the bed that was brought back from the construction site, put your hands on the ground, do dozens of standard push-ups, and use two fingers to support the uneven concrete floor in the house.

Without blushing, standing up without panting, Zhao Fanchen groped for a half box of crumpled Zhongnanhai on the small table piled up with miscellaneous beer bottles, peanuts, and cans while sitting on the temporary bed supported by bricks. , four yuan and five packs, a crumpled cigarette was pulled out from it, half of which was soaked by the beer scattered on the table, but it was still lit, took a deep breath, let the tobacco be pungent and mixed with the beer Zhao Fanchen felt much more comfortable after the bitter taste of his stomach swirled around in his stomach.

Wiping his face and rubbing his messy hair, Zhao Fanchen subconsciously rubbed the ring around his neck that looked like wood but not wood, jade and not jade while smoking a cigarette. This had become his habit.

The smoke rose up, making Zhao Fanchen's slightly handsome face a bit misty and misty. The ring around his neck was the only thing left to him by the old man of the Zhao family who disappeared four years ago.

The 22-year-old Zhao Fanchen was expelled from school four years ago because of a criminal case, and since then he has missed the opportunity to go to college, but he has no regrets at all, and some things must be done.

In the past four years, in order to find the old man of the Zhao family, he has endured hardships, suffered hardships, and tried all kinds of jobs. He once worked seven jobs a day, and the money he earned was used as travel expenses all over the country. The same as before, still in this small dilapidated house, he still has nothing, just working on a construction site not far away, that is, a migrant worker as the saying goes, what Zhao Fanchen lacks most now is money, and what he wants most is money. The only thing I want is to stand out from the crowd, and no longer be called around by others, admired by others, and looked down upon by others.

After leaving the yard, he stretched his waist, squinted his eyes at the red sun with a little head peeking out from the surrounding high-rise buildings, Zhao Fanchen packed up his complicated thoughts, and took the water from the faucet in the small yard. After drinking water, washing his face and brushing his teeth, by the way, he greeted some neighbors who were running taxis with towels on their shoulders and whose white T-shirts were almost turned into black T-shirts. I put the small change and the half box of Zhongnanhai on the table into my pocket, took the concrete coat hanging on the chair, and went out. I bought fried dough sticks, steamed buns and soy milk at the intersection, and ate them as I walked. .

The small courtyard where Zhao Fanchen lives is on the outskirts of the city, and the location is remote. Of course, the rent is also cheap. The courtyard is full of young people who are struggling at the bottom of society.

Zhao Fanchen, who had just thrown the plastic bag in his hand into the trash can on the side of the road, was about to walk to the construction site. The small Nokia mobile phone that had been used for several years and the paint was worn off in his pocket rang faintly. He took it out and took a look. , there are three characters displayed on it: Xia Dongchun.

There was a comfortable smile on his face, after the connection, Zhao Fanchen wanted to tease him, but he heard Xia Dongchun's anxious and panicked voice: "Brother Xiaofan, it's not good, someone came to the store to make trouble, several of them How about smashing the store?"

With a cold face, Zhao Fanchen comforted Xia Dongchun who was a little panicked in a deep voice, stopped a car and went straight to the newly opened underwear store on South Street.

In a small shop whose signboard is Inner Beauty, the lonely and weak Xia Dongchun is surrounded by four gangsters with a strong sense of gangsters. There are many spectators around the door, but no one dares to step forward to dissuade him. Everyone knows this. A few people were deliberately finding fault with the social bastards in this area, so they could only shake their heads and sigh beside them, lamenting the injustice of the world, fearing that a flower would be destroyed by these beasts.

A tall bastard, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black T-shirt, with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck, his head was shaved brightly, and there was a brightly colored scorpion tattooed on the back of his head. The fat was accumulated together, and there were three bastards with colorful hair standing crookedly on his body. There were chains hanging from their jeans, and they deliberately used scissors to make a few holes on their knees. They had tattoos on their arms. Mottled tattoos and black leather gloves with five fingers exposed, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were gangsters.

With a bald head and an unruly smile, a big hand pulled a large purple lace bra on the underwear shelf next to him, played with it in his hand, and stared at Xia Dongchun's plump breasts with a pair of evil eyes: "You Your figure matches this underwear, do you want me to accompany you to change your underwear?"

"Smelly rascal, you are shameless." Xia Dongchun, who was holding the mop tightly in his hand, had a pretty face that was pale, biting his lips and insisting.

"Shameless? Haha? You haven't seen how shameless I am in bed? Tsk tsk... It seems that I am lucky today, Mr. Biao, to meet such a beautiful chick. bed, and put those legs on your shoulders?"

Pa? A pair of eyes full of desire looked up and down presumptuously at Xia Dongchun's Biaozi, and before he finished speaking, he was caught off guard by a slap on the face.

Biaozi and the three bastards behind him were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that Xia Dongchun, who seemed so weak, would dare to hit someone. But then, Biaozi laughed wickedly. Touching her face, she said with a smile: "The little girl is quite hot-tempered, Mr. Biao, I like to play with an energetic girl like you, I will put you on my big bed tonight, play with it all night, see if you dare Dare to fight with Lao Tzu."

Biaozi reached out to grab the tight-lipped and stubborn girl leaning against the wall, but he was kicked back a few steps by Hengkong, and a figure of a migrant worker who was not very tall stood in the way. In front of Xia Dongchun, tears finally overflowed from the girl's eyes.

This guy who was born in the sky turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Xia Dongchun, wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Girl, it's okay, I'm here."

At this time, Xia Dongchun suddenly felt like he had everything in an instant. As long as he was there, no matter what happened, he would feel safe, just like he was in the bar a year ago.

A little bastard behind Biaozi tossed his hair, spitting stars flying all over the place, with an arrogant face, he came up and pushed Zhao Fanchen: "Fuck you Ma Le Gobi, bastard, where the hell did you come from?" Come on, you, a stinky migrant worker, dare to pretend to be a big clove of garlic, and you dare to fight with our brother Biaozi, and you don't inquire about it. I think you don't want to live anymore and want a hero to save the United States? I think you are looking for death. Hurry up and roll as far as I can, or I will kill you."

Allowing the little bastard to push himself, Zhao Fanchen kicked the little bastard's calf, the little bastard's foot was unstable, and he jumped forward, Zhao Fanchen pressed the little bastard's head with both hands , The knee went up and pushed up, and it hit the little bastard's head, and the little bastard was pushed backwards, knocked down two underwear shelves, holding his head and screaming: " Brother Biaozi, he hit me, and this stinky migrant worker hit me?"

With a cold look in his eyes, Biaozi didn't expect to meet a Lianjiazi today. He was well-known on the road because of his ability to fight, his strikes were ruthless, and he didn't leave any room. Smoke, took a puff domineeringly, blew a puff of smoke at Zhao Fanchen, grinned and said: "Boy, you have the guts, you are the first person who dares to fight against me in this area, Mahler Gobi Yes, a small migrant worker dares to bark his teeth with me. If I don’t bother you today, how can I, Biaozi, mess with the society in the future? I tell you the truth, I’m sure I’ll play with this chick today, so don’t slap your face and pretend to be fat , the hero saves the beauty, we also need to see how many catties you have."

"You are forced to raise, you dare to interfere with our boss's good business, you don't want to live, do you, stinky migrant worker, you are fucking looking for death!"

"When will the migrant workers dare to be a hero in front of our brother Biao, you idiot, you must break his arms today?"

The two bastards were cursing. Seeing that the bastard was still lying there with his head in his arms, he was about to go up and teach Zhao Fanchen a lesson, but Biaozi stopped him with a big hand: "I'm coming!"

In the early years, Biaozi learned a few tricks from his half-baked master who ran in the rivers and lakes. With some kung fu foundation, his 1.8-meter-high man pounced on Zhao Fanchen, and Zhao Fanchen rushed forward without hesitation, and the two entangled each other. Together, there was a sound of fists colliding with fists. After all, Biaozi had practiced before. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Fanchen's neckline. The elbow slammed into Zhao Fanchen's back. Zhao Fanchen and Biaozi always had a big difference in strength.

Although Zhao Fanchen knows some boxing skills, but those are some simple breathing methods given to him by the old man, and the most basic things such as Zhamabu. After all, he can't fight black boxing with Biaozi. Compared with the real Jianghu bandits, Biaozi's elbow hit his head on the back with a buzzing sound. Biaozi pinched the back of Zhao Fanchen's neck and pressed his knee against Zhao Fanchen's chest fiercely. After a while, Zhao Fanchen After being beaten to the ground and trampled on the soles of his feet by Biaozi, Xia Dongchun, who was desperately crying and trying to rush over, was also restrained by the two bastards.

Stepping on Zhao Fanchen's chest, Biaozi laughed triumphantly and said, "Stinky migrant worker, you have the ability to get up? Do you really want to hit me? Haha... Don't you want a hero to save the beauty? Want to play with this juicy chick in front of you?"

Pulling Xia Dongchun to his side, Biaozi smiled obscenely, and stretched out his hand to pull the collar of Xia Dongchun's shirt. Xia Dongchun's struggle seemed so futile, she burst into tears, and her little face was pale.

When Zhao Fanchen, who was trampled on the ground, saw Xia Dongchun's desperate eyes, his canthus was about to burst, his hands clasped together, and he was burning with anger. At this moment, he felt the pain in his body. There was an evil fire running wildly, the blood in the whole body was ignited at this moment, a huge force filled the whole body, Zhao Fanchen couldn't bear it anymore, he would never allow anyone to hurt Xia Dongchun.

At this moment, Biaozi suddenly felt a strong chill enveloping him. Zhao Fanchen on the ground yelled, grabbed Biaozi's foot with both hands and twisted it, and there was a crackling sound, and the bones snapped and snapped crisply. With a loud noise, Zhao Fanchen kicked Biaozi away and hit the wall. Four ribs in his chest were broken, and he was coughing blood foam from his mouth. The situation was reversed in an instant.