Deep love never ends

But Uncle Yang's hoarseness seemed useless.

The waiter did hesitate.

I leaned against the wall and looked over there. I could just see the front of the waiter.

Looking at his age, he was not very old. At most, he was in his early twenties. His face was full of amazement and uneasiness, as if he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Well... Do you need help?"

After a while, the waiter asked.

"Yes! Call the police. Are you deaf or blind? If I die here today, no one will think better!"

Uncle Yang is still shouting and scolding.

Only his hands were trampled, otherwise he would have stood up and yelled.

"Get out."

Qin Langjun opened his mouth lightly.

Thin lips slightly open, only spit out such a word.

"Oh, oh, OK."

The waiter was not stupid. He nodded, then looked more hesitantly before leaving.

But Uncle Yang at the bottom, the mood is the real collapse.

"Are you really not afraid? Or do you think I can't move you? Apart from Qin's shares, do you really think I have no backhand?"

Uncle Yang scolded louder.

Originally, Qin Langjun still stepped on his hand. Now he moved away and squatted down to look at him, but he still couldn't find the slightest emotion on his face.

But the more calm and indifferent, the more I look at it, the more I want to ridicule it.

At least at this time, it looks like ridicule.

Not only do I think so, uncle Yang, whose self-esteem has been completely crushed, is in a more intense mood than anyone else.

"In that case, uncle Yang is advising me to cut the roots of everything, especially now?

But this word just fell, and uncle Yang's swollen and fat face looked more and more frightened.

Obviously, there was nothing to hold him, and the back of the stepped hand was moved away, but he still lay on the ground, kept his posture, and didn't dare to move.

He was on the ground, dragging his fat body back, like seeing the devil's fear and fear

"You go, you go away, before not all is good, this woman is not also you don't want, since you don't want, what I want or not has nothing to do with you, and I'm an elder, I'm your elder!"

Uncle Yang seems to have found some support, and the words behind him are louder.

But the louder the voice, the more guilty the heart is.

"Your disrespect for your elders and old shareholders will chill their hearts. Aren't you afraid of Qin's death?"

But no matter what kind of roar, it's useless.

"No, you can't do this to me. I helped you up before, just for a woman, a woman you don't want. Are you going to do this?"

Uncle Yang's fat body kept retreating, and the panic on his face was obvious.

"No, it's my own business. I can't get others to intervene. I'm too comfortable recently. Has uncle Yang forgotten his identity?"

"In that case, it's better to take this opportunity to calculate the recent account."

Uncle Yang's face was more frightened, but he was still a dead duck. "What accounts can be calculated? Even if they are calculated, they are calculated together in the open. What do you want to do now?"

"What are you doing?"

Qin Langjun smiled coldly, "do you want your life?"

"Kill, kill! There are murderers here. Where have they gone?"

Uncle Yang kept backing back and couldn't move until he retreated to the back wall.

"This is the first time."

Qin Langjun got up, but he didn't go on, and there was no other action. He was as indifferent as an ordinary conversation.

"My patience is not much. If it's the third time, uncle Yang, I don't think you really want to know what the consequences will be."

With that, he patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, looking indifferent and precious.

The people on the ground were quiet. Their fat bodies curled together and leaned against the wall.

The frightened eyes are as good as some of the victims in the horror film.

The mouth kept opening and closing, about the same as the shaking of the body, but didn't say a word.

I put my palm on the wall and went to Qin Langjun.

His steps didn't stop much, and he didn't even bother to look down.

"Just throw it here?"

I followed him and asked.

It's not very far.

Uncle Yang is still in place and dare not move.

I can't see my posture just now. There's a big contrast.

"What else do you want if you don't go?"

Qin Langjun looked at me and said.

Even the eyebrows seem to have a bit of worry and indifference, "are you distressed, or do you have any ideas?"

My left face still hurts. Even if I don't look in the mirror, I can basically feel it. I'm afraid it's still red and swollen.

The neck also hurts.

Ideas?

There are a lot of ideas about killing that man.

"What else can I think? If you hadn't come, I'm afraid I'd have told you here."

I turned my face to look at him, revealing the half face that was slapped and said.

Raise your chin slightly and show it on the other side of your neck.

Qin Langjun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he didn't speak again.

Still cold eyes and facial features, thin lips were tightly pursed, but the footsteps stopped.

A rare opportunity.

I can follow him like this, but I don't want to do so now.

I was slapped for no reason, and almost insulted by this obscene man. No one is comfortable.

Can't wait for me to think about whether it's time to go back and make up another foot.

Uncle Yang, who leaned against the wall, still didn't give up.

"Don't let others touch what you throw away, and don't give it to me to play, but..."

His voice is broken, but his voice is still very loud.

Full of ridicule.

I just turned and walked over. When he finished these words, I kicked him in the calf.

Successfully shut him up.

Although I don't know what he's going to say, it's better to keep him speechless.

Originally, my current situation is in jeopardy. Every step is difficult and calculated. There can be no problems at this juncture.

At least not now.

This foot is not very heavy, but it is not very light.

He screamed and looked at me fiercely.

"What do you want to say? Do you want to say that I was with a * just now? Are you not afraid of slander or being educated again?"

"Or did the pain just now not teach you any lessons, huh?"

I squatted in front of Uncle Yang and said sarcastically in a low voice.