Counterattack Tianjiao

However, the charter woman is not interested in other people's identities, and is obviously more interested in the poker game, so she asked casually, "Do you rent a house?"

"Rent," Johnson said.

"How much is the monthly rent?" The charter woman swung a card.

"The cheapest rent" Johnson touched the money in his pocket.

"Blooming after the bar, it's crazy, give me money." The renter woman won a big game, and she was in a good mood. She collected the money and said: "The cheapest is the top floor, nine square meters, with water and electricity, it's up to you 80 yuan a month."

"Rented" Johnson didn't hesitate.

The renter took out a key from her waist and gave it to him. There was a tape with a number on it, which was the room number.

"I lost my ID card..." Johnson said.

"You don't need an ID card, pay three and deposit one" The renter took a handful of change and counted them one by one with her saliva.

"It can't be rented for that long," Johnson said. In fact, he has too little money. After paying [-] yuan for four months' rent, he has problems with food.

"The minimum rent is one month, one payment and one deposit, one hundred and sixty per month." The charter woman didn't even bat an eye.

Johnson didn't do anything, and took out 350 yuan and handed it to the charterer, leaving only a few tickets for chatting in his pocket.

The renter gave him three ten-yuan cards and continued playing mahjong.

This courtyard is a building built on top of a rural homestead. It used to be two floors, and later two floors were added. It is divided into more than [-] single rooms in low-rent housing. There is no toilet, and the running water is in the yard. The room rented by SC Johnson is on the top floor. , the house was sweltering with heat, with only simple furniture, a mat on the bed, stained towels, newspapers on the wall, and an old poster showing the Four Heavenly Kings smiling at them.

Johnson's stomach was growling, and he asked Wan Wan, "Have you eaten yet?"

Shaking his head every night.

"Let's go eat," Johnson said.

There are many small restaurants on Kuiwen Street, most of them are dirty and greasy, the tables and chairs are placed outside, the master chef is shaking his frying spoon with a cigarette in his mouth, flies are flying around and garbage is everywhere, Johnson doesn't care about this. I have eaten it, but now the price is soaring, I can't go to the restaurant with tens of dollars in my pocket, but can only go to the rice noodle stall.

Looking for a rice noodle cold noodle stall, Johnson ordered a large bowl of rice noodle, plus two biscuits. After looking at it for a long time at night, he pointed to the cold noodle stall. Zhuang Johnson ordered a small bowl of cold noodle noodles.

While sitting down and waiting for the meal, a boy wearing glasses also came, ordered a rice noodle, took out a heart-to-heart tissue from his backpack, wiped the seat carefully, poured some water into the teacup, rinsed The rinse was spilled out.

Water splashed in the middle of the road and wet the trousers of a passer-by. The man had a swollen face and a yellow metal chain hung around his neck. He walked like a crab. His trousers got water and he was furious. He came over and cut his glasses. On the back of his head, he shouted angrily: "Fuck you, don't you have eyes?"

The boy with glasses showed fear on his face, said sorry in a hurry, and took out a tissue to help him wipe it off. The man with thick flesh pointed at his Anta sweatpants and said, "Brand, can you afford it?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, please raise your hand..."

"Damn it, you give me money, or I'll cut you to death." Said the sloppy man was about to strike.

Johnson couldn't bear to see it, and slowly stood up.

"He's a child, don't make things difficult for him," Johnson said coldly

With blood on the front of his clothes, sharp eyes, tall stature, and a face full of evil fire, the fleshy man retreated despite the difficulties, and said bitterly: "Next time, grow your eyes."

He said cursing and left with his shiny handbag in his hands.

"Thank you, brother. I am a student of Jiangbei Vocational and Technical College. I would like to thank you if I have the opportunity. I have invited you for today's meal." The boy with glasses said, glanced at the blond Wanwan, and suddenly became enthusiastic, "My name is Le Xiaomi ,You are?"

SC Johnson didn't Lile Xiaomi

"Wanwan" girls are innocent and innocent.

"Wanwan, this name is very poetic." Le Xiaomi gave Wanwan a kind smile.

Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled obediently. Johnson noticed that Le Xiaomi's breathing became short of breath. Although Wanwan was only an underage loli, her skin was crystal clear and her blond hair was smooth and clean. For a student nerd Lethality is infinite.

The rice noodles and Liangpi were brought out, and the three of them ate in a hurry. Johnson ate up a large bowl of rice noodles, but he only ate half of the Liangpi at night. His appetite was as small as a kitten.

After eating and paying the bill, SC Johnson still has more than 100 yuan left, and he needs to buy some medicines.

There are many shops selling sexual health products on Kuiwen Street, but no real pharmacy can be found. After walking a long way, I found a private pharmacy and bought a small bottle of medical alcohol, a bottle of iodophor, a box of band-aids, and a pair of tweezers , These only cost 30 yuan, and SC Johnson felt distressed.

Back in the rental house, Johnson took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest muscles full of scars. The sharp-edged muscles were like a knife-cut, with bulges, and the healthy and powerful abdominal muscles burst out. Now, the various scars on the thick arms and the raised pectoralis major are shocking.

Wan Wan is not as timid as ordinary girls, she blinked her eyes and tilted her head, quietly looking at the fighting machine in front of her, an inexplicable feeling arises spontaneously, some feelings are not related to emotion, but only come from physiology.

Johnson was facing the mottled and old mirror on the closet, holding alcohol and tweezers, and was about to take out the iron stick embedded in the back, but after all, he was a little bit weak, and he failed to pinch twice.

A soft little hand took the tweezers, Wan Wan carefully fiddled with the steel rod, because the strength of the hand was too small, the steel rod was still embedded in the flesh after moving a bit.

"Aww" Zhuang Chen gasped, Zhuang Chen immediately thought of Guan Yunchang in the Three Kingdoms "scraping the bone to heal the wound", but the pain still lingered.

Long-term comfortable days, the body is far from the previous ability to resist blows.

Wanwan had no choice but to put down the tweezers, opened her small mouth, and pulled out a piece of steel rod with meat shavings from Johnson's back.

With a "snap", the steel drill fell to the ground. Johnson looked at the steel drill. It was relatively large in size. It was not a gas bomb that used carbon dioxide gas. It was probably fired from a spring crossbow made of earth, thanks to his rough skin Hou, if I hit the nail on the head, I'm afraid I will lose myself now.

Suddenly, a cool, wet little lip pressed against the wound and sucked.

"No, the wound is too dirty, you will get an infection" Johnson immediately stopped.

The girl didn't stop, she kept sucking out the deep black blood, and then rushed towards the spittoon, spitting out a stream of black liquid, and when it fell into the spittoon, there was the sound of "ding ding" metal impact.

SC Johnson knew that it was iron filings, and if it was not removed in time, the wound would become infected, leading to tetanus and possibly life-threatening.

"Thank you, Wanwan." Johnson was really moved this time. He hugged the girl who came over, patted his little back, then hugged the girl's head again, and stared at her, Lan Ying. Ying eyes.

"Brother, hero" Wanwan gave a thumbs up.

Finally, Wanwan cleaned Johnson's wound with alcohol, applied iodophor, and put a large band-aid on it.