C18

18. Wife, I'm very fond of you

Xing Biao carried Su Mo and directly went downstairs. Su Mo grabbed his hair and wanted to slap him.

"Roll down the stairs together. In any case, you are below and I am on top of you. If your bones break, the wedding will be delayed. It is you who is in pain."

Su Mo did not care about his hand, holding onto the window, he sat in the front passenger seat, not daring to struggle at all with his injured leg. Xing Biao guided his arm and kept on talking slowly.

When he sat properly, even Xing Biao felt sweat on his back, so it was better for him to just carry him and let him sit inside.

"I won't bring you to the hospital, I know an old Chinese doctor. When I was on the streets before, I always looked for him when I got injured. "His cooking skills are very good."

"You can get beaten up too?"

"Who doesn't know how to get beaten when they come out?" A twenty-year-old little hooligan who refused to submit to anyone, wasn't he waiting to be beaten up? If you want to beat someone up, you have to learn how to take a beating first. "Once your fists are strong enough, you can just throw out your own turf."

"Is this how you get rich?"

"Almost. At that time, if I collected protection fees and clashed with the popularity of a small gang, I would cripple the head of that gang. If he became crippled, then his territory would belong to me. Since they had already given them money for a month, then they shouldn't harass them everyday. If the shop was in trouble, they had to go and protect them if they gave them money. After a year or two, I got along well with the merchants and had a bit of money. The owner of a dance hall wanted me to buy a share, and my people had jobs. In a few years, half of the dance hall would be mine, and that was how I got up. I bought a house, I bought a car, I invested the rest of the money in the company.

The underworld has no future, so how many underworld forces have been arrested in the country? I thought to myself, it's better to have a certified student. I'm not too good at investing in real estate stocks. I graduated from elementary school and didn't read many books. I only know how to use my fists. But now that I have more money, I can f * cking pull them all up. I'm extremely afraid of death and hope to have someone to protect me.

He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"You graduated from primary school?"

Speaking of which, Xing Biao felt a little embarrassed.

"Fifty-nine marks for Mathematics and thirty-four marks for Chinese, what the f * * k." My mother said you went to school for nothing. It would be better to go up the mountain and raise sheep. "Just don't let me get on."

Su Mo was a little amused, but to be honest, it was all just a waste of money.

"When did your parents die? I'm sorry, but if you're sad, don't say it. "

Xing Biao took the cigarette and frowned.

"There's nothing I can't say, I'm not one of those people with nerves as thin as Mai Mang's. We're all about to get married, there's nothing we can't say. We have a lot of kids, four, three brothers and a girl. It had been thirty years, and at that time, he was poor, so his parents couldn't care less. The old saying of the countryside was, "Beloved of the boss." The old saying was that he didn't hit his waist when he was in the middle of doing business. The meaning of a waist strike was to not be noticed. I was a few years older than him, and at the age of eighteen or nineteen, I went out to work too. I was about the same age as Little San, but my results were good, and I was also very obedient, and I was hungry, and I had never changed from a young age. I was naughty, disgraceful, and fought, and my parents were disappointed with me, and they also disliked me since I was a child, and they especially favored Little San, and I graduated from elementary school, and at the age of thirteen and fourteen I went up the mountain to raise sheep. Little Four was a girl, ten years younger than me. At that time, their family background was already pretty good. When I was eighteen, I took my ID and came out. It was the same for him. You don't have to carry coal every day, go home and nibble on cold pickles, you don't even have a mouthful of hot water. "

Not everyone's childhood was happy, Xing Biao spoke openly and did not elaborate, but Su Mo still frowned. Fifteen years old, still a child, to work as a child and support his little brother, his parents were also ruthless enough.

Tiger had three sons. If the third son was not favored, he would be abandoned and humiliated. If he survived, he would be a huge tiger.

Su Mo suddenly thought of something. Xing Biao shuddered slightly. He was that biao who survived after being abandoned.

"Give me a cigarette."

Xing Biao pouted at Su Mo, who took out a cigarette and lit it for him. The lighter was brought to his mouth. Everyone who smoked knew that if someone lit a cigarette, it would be very natural to hold his hand. Xing Biao also touched Su Mo's hand. He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and very naturally placed Su Mo's hand on his leg.

After hanging up for a bit, he drove with one hand and the other hand was touching Su Mo's hand on his leg. Su Mo pulled back, but he simply held on tightly.

"Your family's worth of hooligans."

Su Mo stared at their hands and cursed.

Xing Biao directly brought the back of his hand to his mouth and took a sip.

"Wife, I really like you. "Really."

I passed course one, hehe, 97 points. But I've been in the car since yesterday. It's not easy to walk on the S road. I'm too slow and tired to the point that my arms hurt. Cough cough, this punk will be competing in the tournament next month. On the first day, no matter how much the PVP points increase, I will have more words to say. The day was something that had to be done. It wasn't impossible to get excited once, twice, twice, and even three times. So, collection, branches. I'm a bandit and a hooligan, I'm full of poison.