Chapter 138

Every child is eager to be praised by his parents, Duan Hong is still, he left six years, with hatred, more like to hear his mother praise him, happy praise him“ Hong, what does your company do? Like the fat sister-in-law's family, her family opened a chicken farm and said it was a company. " Ma Cuihua asked. Duan Hong smiles awkwardly. He knows what the company does there. Wu fever flashed out again and said with a smile, "Mom, you don't know. We are a trading company. To put it bluntly, we buy the owner's products and sell them to the West family to earn the middle price difference. Our company also exports."“ Oh Although Ma Cuihua didn't quite understand, she didn't continue to ask, and her heart was relaxed. In a word, as long as her son didn't do bad things, it's good to do good things according to his ability. Sometimes doing good things doesn't get good results. Lao Duan's family is a bloody example. After dinner, three people clean up the mess. Wure is so light that he asks to wash the dishes. When he was in kuchan temple, he was famous for his laziness. Duan Hong left some domestic garbage outside the door. Just as he was about to close the door, the door of 502 next to him opened, and a snow-white thigh first appeared from inside. Duan Hong bent down and put the rubbish on the ground. He looked up a little and saw the t-shaped pants with black lace in his skirt. His blood was swollen and he felt an impulse. My mother, Duan Hong quickly moved out of sight and stood up. At this moment, the man came out from inside, locked the door and turned back to Duan Hong with a friendly smile. This is a gorgeous woman. If he doesn't make up, she will look better. She has long wavy hair, bright thin lips, and two willow eyebrows. It's this heartfelt worry that adds two points to her. She is wearing a black lace dress and a bright leather black bag. It looks more like a night worker, but the temperament is nothing. The woman went downstairs in a flash, only the high-heeled shoes made a sound on the ground. Late at night, Haizhong, a growing city, is full of lights. There are more cars on the road, more beauty shops and barber shops on the roadside. Pink lights are hanging high. Inside, there are some women with exposed clothes and heavy paintings. Some of them hold a cigarette in their hands and look at the crowd on the street with two confused eyes. Once in a while, when a sultry man looks here, a woman shouts, "Hello! Big brother, come and have a play. I'm sure it will make you comfortable. " Sulao man quickly retracts his head. He is a typical thief but not a thief. This is the lowest level of life. In the west end of Dongfang street, several high-end hotels and businesses there are different. The real enjoyment is there, and the real crime is there.