we are bad boys

Wearing a half-sleeve floral shirt, big pants, and slippers, I staggered down from the second floor and went straight to the reception hall.

"Boss Zhang, are you busy?" I bared my teeth and asked meanly.

"Don't be busy, I can still wait for Xu Xian here?! Don't let me get around, you have something to say, and you have to fart!" Zhang Lu pulled her beautiful hair and said a word without raising her head.

I have always been angry about Zhang Lu's attitude of talking to my brother, and I have long wanted to poke Wang Mumu and give her a hard time, but Wang Mumu has always called her mother, I resorted to many tricks, and Wang Mumu was not fooled ...

"Sister Lu... Mu Mu, did you lose it? Look... Do I need to post a missing person notice or something?" I leaned against the bar, picked up a bottle of Fanta, and asked brilliantly.

"Fanta, eight yuan!! Thank you... What's the matter with you and Mumu?? Did you quarrel?" Zhang Lu first reminded me of the price, then raised her head and asked me.

"Who the hell set the price, it's too fucking dark!!" I cursed angrily while holding the Fanta bottle.

"You!" Zhang Lu looked at me with a smile and said a word.

"Yes... me??" I lowered my head, looking at Fanta with a suggested retail price of one yuan, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, you said, the money is all on the drinks...!"

"Eight yuan...of course there is a reason for eight yuan...it's not too expensive...you don't know that Fanta's water is all transported from Zhongnan Mountain...!" I said awkwardly said a word.

"Well, I can drink the taste of Xiaolongnv...!" Zhang Lu echoed speechlessly, then frowned, and continued to ask impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, okay? What exactly do you want to ask? Hurry up, my sister is still busy!"

"Mumu... I didn't call you, where did he die?" I asked with a blushing face.

"It's over, he's gone back to his hometown!" Zhang Lu said casually.

"Didn't you say when you'll be back?" I pretended to be drinking water casually, and asked lightly.

"Oh, he can't come back!!" Zhang Lu said a hundred times calmer than me.

"Pfft!!" I spewed out a mouthful of soda and shouted, "Fuck, he won't be really angry, right? This matter, isn't it?"

Zhang Lu glanced at me, waved her little hand, and said casually, "Hey, just kidding, he went home to relax, and he'll be back in a few days!"

"Fuck, I thought Chairman Wang was going to die at home!" I smiled awkwardly, wiped my body, and said to Zhang Lu: "Okay, then you can be busy, if I have nothing to do later Son, just drive and pick him up!"

"Go away, I'm so annoying, the spray is so disgusting...!" Zhang Lu picked up the rag, wiped the table, and pouted.

"Mumu is gone...you haven't sprayed for a few days, right?" I asked cheaply.

"Come on, my sister will spray one for you now!!"

"don't want...!"

"Just spray it!!" Zhang Lu took out the killer insect spray from under the table, and was about to walk out of the bar. I was so frightened that I ran wildly.

After arguing with Zhang Lu for a while, I entered the office, took a shower, wiped it with a bath towel, and was about to pick out a suit of clothes in the closet. I drove to Wang Mumu's hometown to pick him up. After all, he is the chairman, and it is reform and opening up Pioneer, you have to show some face.

"The big girl is beautiful, the big girl is sloppy!! The aunt is not sloppy, look at the uncle, hello, babble~" I was very happy singing a little song while blowing my hair with a hair dryer.

"Beep ring!!"

I was singing vigorously when the phone rang, and I picked it up and asked with my face on my face: "Hello, this is the White House toilet monitoring room, how can I help you?"

"Oh, that's it. I want to ask, has Obama had diarrhea recently?" the man with glasses at the detective agency said in a loud voice.

"No, it's okay to drink Chinese-made intestinal tea every day, and play with steel bars!!" I said to him with a teasing smile.

"You're so stupid, I'm fucking eating sausage!!" the man with glasses babbled.

"Don't be inked, is there anything wrong, no, I have to go out!"

"Is there any time when I'm free to harass you?" the man with glasses asked.

I was stunned for a moment when I heard the man with glasses, then I put down the hair dryer in my hand and asked, "Is there any news about that incident?"

"Slight eyebrows!" The man with glasses was silent for a while, and said slowly.

"Then what do I need to do?" I asked anxiously.

"It may cost money, but it may not be effective!"

"How many?"

"10,000+!"

"No problem!! Come and pick it up later!!" I replied without hesitation.

"I'm so fucking confused, how important this woman is to you!! Don't you be afraid, I'll take the money and run away?" the man with glasses asked suspiciously.

"You don't have to think about money? Use your resources and bring me news about her as soon as possible!!" I was silent for a while, and said slowly.

"I... try my best!"

"Thank you!"

"Bye!"

After I finished the phone call with the man with glasses, I felt a sense of panic and extreme miss in my heart. I sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette anxiously, and I was no longer in the mood to pick up Wang Mumu. Baby photo, reflected in the glass box, a very blurred figure. . . . . .

. . . . . .

On the other side, at Shenyang North Railway Station, two young men were wearing green suspender trousers, a green military cap with sparkling red stars, a navy blue and white T-shirt, and yellow rubber shoes at 3 yuan a pair. Carrying an LV pure pirated suitcase, she walked out of the station.

"What is b brother?? This beats like Shenyang??" A younger young man looked at the extremely "prosperous" train station and asked Mu Ye who was buying Xinjiang-cut cakes next to him.

"Wang Yiheng, please pay attention to your wording, call me Shakespeare, brother, thank you!" Wang Mumu corrected his cousin Wang Yiheng's wording while spitting wildly and negotiating with Xinjiang people.

"What is b, bro?..."

"Shut up!!! Why are you running to your crotch as soon as you come out?? You keep asking what is b, what are you doing?" Wang Mumu frowned, and reprimanded unwillingly, Wang Yiheng .

"Don't tell me, what is your name now...!"

"Your pronunciation is wrong, come on, roll your tongue, you follow me, yes, roll your tongue a little more, fuck!! You are fucking stupid! I don't want you to lick your nose!! You are grown up, use your tongue with your fingers, Stretch it...Put it in, yes, roll it up, come, learn the pronunciation from me, "Lion ah Sha" is, "Bo Yib"...!" Wang Mumu taught with a very serious expression cousin.

But the helpless cousin, who is extremely talented, spent the whole afternoon "what is b" or "what is b", Wang Mumu was furious, bought three catties of cut cakes, and ate them all. . . . . .