Gossip King

He raised his eyes to look at Brother Biao's mask. What was the face behind the terrifying mask, I couldn't see it or touch it, and it was even more difficult to touch.

No one saw the field battle just now, and the only possibility of being taboo was that he was seen in a bar last month. Although it's nothing more than kissing at the bar, if the person opposite is Brother Zhang from the West Bang, then he's done. He cuckolded the big guy and was caught by him. He died seven times and died eight times.

But if the person on the other side is Dong Bang Biao, this is not a big deal. He also had to hide the affair between the girl and the person. It was nothing more than the scandal of helping his daughter wipe her ass, but after a kiss, Caizi's man disappeared, presumably there is no problem getting out of trouble, Lin Gao thought.

Well, the fingers were smoked and slightly yellow, the stomach was a little bit, and the skin on the hands was not as tight as that of a young man, plus the brave, 80% of it was Brother Biao, yes, Lin Gao looked at Brother Biao again.

"Brother Biao, don't you know what I have committed against you?" After judging that it was Brother Biao, he asked bravely.

Brother Biao didn't speak, but just reached out and handed the wine bottle a knife, then stepped back a few steps.

With a sharp eye and a shadow, he raised the wine bottle and slapped Lin Gao's brain.

Snapped! That squeaking sound circulated continuously for three days.

Lin Gao was beaten to the ground with blood and blood. The glass **** shattered to the ground. He grinned with pain. It took several seconds before he let out a painful roar. Blood and wine flowed from his face. In an instant, half of his face was stained red with blood.

"Say, why do you think I am Brother Biao? I wear a mask." Brother Biao seemed to be very curious. He squatted down after taking off the mask, looking at Lin Gao who was not a ghost or a ghost, and asked. .

Lin Gao clutched his head and got up from the ground. The blood gurgled from his fingers. He stretched out his finger and touched it gropingly, and a piece of sticky blood stained his hand.

The scalp fell off with a pull.

He was trembling with pain, tears couldn't help but squirted out, and he instinctively said a few words.

Boom.

A knife flew behind him and kicked him directly: "I ask you something! Answer it well!"

Lin Gao was kicked again by him and plunged into the pile of glass slag. He raised his head with a heartbreaking cry, his face pierced into briquettes by the glass slag.

"Back...Brother Biao." Lin Gao forced tears back into his eyes. At this time, he must be calm, otherwise he will only get more beatings. Although the old Youtiao understands this principle, he can't suppress the fear in his heart. , I saw him covering the bleeding mouth on his head with one hand and the broken face with one hand. He said quickly but shaking with fear, "The brave in the room proves that you are either Eastern or Western, and your fingers are slightly Yellowing means that you have a certain age of smoking, you all know that Brother Zhang is still young."

Brother Biao looked back at Pai Yao, quite surprised, and nodded approvingly: "Very smart, help him up." Then, he turned back to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigar, and took a deep breath. He looked at Lin Gao, who was helped by his younger brother but was still unsteady.

This person is very savvy, most difficult to deal with the dead ghosts of honeycomb, he thought.

"Since you are so smart, let me tell you why I invited you here." Brother Biao smiled and nodded to the younger brother beside him. The younger brother beside him quickly picked one for Lin Gao and handed it over.

Lin Gao felt relieved when he saw it. Brother Biao's actions showed him room for explanation.

At the moment, it’s better to recruit yourself. He can bring me here. He must have heard the wind, and it’s not likely to be photographed. Although I was kissing at the bar that day, it was also in the private room, just a waiter. He rushed in recklessly and saw it. He was born as a reporter himself, knowing that there must be no secret camera on him.

If you don't have a sneak shot device on your body, the person's steps can't be so big, it will shake.

I admit it, but I only occasionally get closer after drinking, and the big things are reduced, he thought.

"Isn't it? Some people say that I have a good relationship with Miss Caizi?" Lin Gao stared at Brother Biao's face, not letting go of any details on his face.

Brother Biao's face changed, and after a snort, he took a breath and thought: If it's deliberately posing for a photo, then Lin Gao will definitely take the initiative to talk about the video. Is this a threat or a blackmail, or something else, no matter what it is, since it's all shot, always tell the purpose. And if it weren't for him, if he was just having an affair with Caizi, he could not take the initiative to mention the video, and mentioning the video again would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire, and if it was just an affair, how would he know that there was a video?

Brother Biao was waiting for Lin Gao to take over.

Lin Gao saw Brother Biao's sullen face, with a trace of affirmation on his face, and he was secretly delighted.

Fortunately, I am smart and recruited myself. This attitude is good, and there is still room for maneuver, Lin Gao thought.

Lin Gao took a closer look at Brother Biao's expression, and then at the expression on Dadao, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just relying on a wind, wouldn't it be such a big fight? Could it be photographed? !

Lin Gao quickly recalled that time has passed for too long, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that something is wrong. At first, he had a tryst in a bar in Hong Kong, and the Hong Kong media were very unscrupulous. Could it be...

Is it really being photographed? Lin Gao was a little confused.

There was a strange smell in the air. Brother Biao waited for Lin Gao's words, and Lin Gao figured out Biao Brother's thoughts. Each dormant, waiting for an opportunity.

Both of them are old oily heads, but in the end it was Brother Biao controlling Lin Gao. After a while, Lin Gao couldn't hold it anymore. His brain was running fast, his hands clenched fists, and there was glass in his palms. Slag cut his clenched hand and he didn't even notice it.

The sentence that Brother Biao said to me has a good relationship with Miss Caizi, Brother Biao acquiesced, and it is obvious that he called me over for this matter. It seems that someone secretly photographed something and sent it to Brother Biao, or it was like that, ah, confession is lenient, confession, it is nothing more than a drink game between adults, and it was really just a kiss that day, just shoot If the photo of Xie Gang didn't reach Brother Zhang, then this is not a big deal, nothing more, since he has come to the door, he must know that we are stubborn.

"Brother Biao, Caizi and I did...this one was too high once, and I should die." Lin Gao opened his mouth carefully.

When these words came out, Brother Biao smiled on his face.

He dared to directly admit that he was fighting against Caizi in person. It seemed that he was indeed a long-term fishing big fish, Brother Biao thought, suppressing the anger in his heart, and continued to say nothing.

Seeing Brother Biao smiled, Lin Gao became more confident, Nima, this move is right, and if he makes a mistake, he will admit it! It's normal to have a meal to dispel him.

Fortunately, I am a media person. I know how to deal with this kind of Hong Kong media trading. I bought back what I photographed, and the matter was resolved. This hurdle was over. Lin Gao breathed a sigh of relief and considered it. After using the words, he asked confidently: "It seems that Brother Biao has received some information between me and Miss Caizi."