The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1071 The leaf of the leaf, the withered withered

"Boss, let me come to the queen,"

The burly man glanced at the increasingly turbulent rolling gate behind him. Those protruding hideous human figures had deformed the entire iron gate, which looked terrifying.

The man pushed him, with an impatient smile on his coquettish eyebrows,
"When did Ah Wen talk so much nonsense? It will take your strength to stabilize the shelf later."

The strong man named Awen, who was seriously inconsistent with his appearance and body shape, scratched his head helplessly, and once again picked out the window sill with a lightness that did not match his body shape, and slipped downstairs.

"Boss, let's get the shelves out!"

Tuesday's voice came from downstairs.

The man was about to nod when he was interrupted by the young man's approaching figure.

Before he had time to speak, he saw the underage boy jump out of the window easily, and then closed the window frame to look back at the girl behind him,

"You step on the shelves later, be careful."

Lin Dong nodded obediently.

The boy then slipped down easily, and the man clearly heard the surprised boos from his subordinates.

"Isn't it pretty amazing?"

He muttered something and leaned out the window and shouted,
"start to act."

Almost as soon as the words fell, the shelves that had been emptied slowly protruded from the downstairs window. Those grids for storing medicines were facing downwards, and the backs of the shelves were facing upwards. The steel structure should be sufficient for Support a person's weight.

Song Boru immediately turned his head to look at Lin Dong,
"You go down..."

"You go down first!"

She was interrupted by the man before she finished speaking.

The crashing sound of the riot behind became more and more harsh, and the bumpy rolling gate seemed vulnerable.

The man's face became extremely cold. He held Song Boru's wrist and repeated it coldly and quickly,
"You go first."

Song Boru froze for a moment, then bit his lower lip tightly.

Yes, no matter how self-sacrificing and self-sacrificing they must be in the nature of their work, at this time, there will be differences between closeness and estrangement after all.

After all, the girl is just a stranger, a stranger who refuses to open the door to them.

Song Boru didn't say any more, and carefully turned over the window sill, stepped on the narrow edge, and finally raised his head to look at the man,
"You need to hurry up."

She glanced vaguely and quickly at the girl beside her, and the plea "If it's really too late, leave her behind" can only be understood by men.

He raised his chin expressionlessly, and held her wrist to signal her to hurry up.

Song Boru began to cautiously poke his feet down, his trembling wrist was tightly held by the man, and he moved down more and more.

Until the man let go, she finally succeeded in squatting on the back of the half-empty shelf, and began to move in step by step.

The man watched her movements, and was still talking leisurely to the girl beside him,

"What's your name, kid?"

"I'm not a kid,"

The girl repeated the statement again, but there was no anger or trouble on her face, and then she answered the question,
"My name is Lin Dong."

She turned to look at the man, and asked politely,
"What about you? What's your name?"

The man raised his lips and smiled, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes always seemed to carry a sense of slutty debauchery. Even though his face was still stained with blood, even though the background was so dangerous and dangerous, he still looked so romantic that he could make people in the Red Street of the West District look so romantic. All the warblers are tempted, willing to be the flowers that he walks through without touching a leaf.

"My name is Ye Ku."

He answered in a languid, tobacco-smelling voice in front of the growing dawn and the increasingly distorted rolling shutter behind him,

"Leaves of leaves, withered and withered."

(End of this chapter)