Chapter 71 (1/2)

Early in the morning, Zheng Hua and his family came to the class to rub the air conditioner. Today, Li Bo seems to be in a good mood. Everyone in the security room has two extra boiled eggs and a small bowl of soybean milk for breakfast.

As for Han Fei's share, it's still a big bowl of hot wonton. Zheng Hua's admiration goes back to their admiration, but no one moves Han Fei's breakfast, which has been written into the first rule of their security room.

When Han Fei arrived, it happened that Li Bo was also there, holding a homemade cigarette in his mouth, holding a scallion in his hand, squatting at the door of the security room and peeling it, which was a typical image of the old chef.

”Good morning, Li Bo. Do you still have this cigarette? Let's have a cigarette.” Think of last night, Han Fei said quietly.

”You're the only one who knows.” With a smile, Li Bo took a cigarette out of his pocket and threw it away.

It's the same kind of inferior cigarette made from old newspaper. From a long distance, Han Fei smelled a light musty smell, and he didn't know whether it was from the newspaper or the cut tobacco inside.

”Li Bo, you really have a strong smell of cigarettes. Aren't you really old-fashioned?” Han Fei said with a smile, and then he was about to light a fire in his mouth.

”Like wine, tobacco tastes better as it gets older.” Li Boman casually said a word, Han Fei heart suddenly beat drum.

Seeing Han Fei's hesitation, Li Bo said with a smile, ”smoke, you can't die. Don't you think my old people smoke well?”

Han Fei also smiles and takes two puffs of smoke directly. The hot smoke seems to rush down his throat. At the same time, it is accompanied by a faint bitterness. When he takes a puff of smoke, there are fine beads of sweat on Han Fei's forehead.

”What's the matter, old man? Is my cigarette delicious enough?” Li Bo said with a smile.

Han Fei didn't know how to answer. He swallowed it, and the sweat came out. The smoke didn't taste good enough!

It's just that the taste seems much worse than last night's, and Han Fei doesn't know if it was his illusion at that time.

See Han Fei did not speak, but the sweat on his forehead and do not leave, Zheng Hua this boy looked a little eager to try.

”Another one, Li Bo.” Zheng Hua says to Li Bo with a shy face.

”What do you want? It's gone! Just these two. ” Said Li Bo, shaking his ashes.

Zheng Hua looked at the cigarette with saliva in Li Bo's hand. He thought about it. Then he turned his eyes to Han Fei and said, ”brother, give me a sip.”

Han Fei directly hands the cigarette to Zheng Hua. After a while, a group of people study the cigarette.

Han Fei watched Li Bo quietly for a long time. He was an ordinary old man who could not be any more ordinary. Then Han Fei said, ”Li Bo, in fact, I have a little bit of research on your face. From the first day I met you, I felt that you... You must not be an ordinary person. What's the matter with you when you were young, Give us a couple of kids to talk about

Han Fei is helpless. Li Bo is now in his 60s and 70s. There is no need to pull out any nonsense that is full of heaven and bones. Li Bo laughs when he hears this.

”Bad old man, what can I do for you? If you've ever had a good time, you're still single. ” Li Bozhi said, two or three people finished smoking the rest of the cigarettes, took the peeled scallion and left.

”When you're finished, ask someone to bring the bowl back.” Li added this sentence when he left, then waved his hand and walked away.

On the other hand, Zheng Hua and some of them also worked out the results around the cigarette. After taking a sip, they all felt extremely bitter, with a hot breath. It was obvious that there was something in it.

Han Fei didn't say anything. He went directly to the monitoring station and ate a big bowl of wonton. He didn't know whether it was psychological or not. When this bowl of wonton went down, Han Fei felt warm and the whole person seemed to ”live” again.

”Xiao Li, help me return this bowl to the kitchen, and Zheng Hua, accompany me out for a walk.” Han Fei opens his mouth and thinks of last night's incident. Han Fei still feels uncomfortable. He can't be at ease if he doesn't go to the scene to have a look.

Without saying a word, Zheng Hua changed his clothes and was ready to go out with Han Fei. Han Fei subconsciously went to the drawer to search for the key of the Mercedes Benz car, only to find that the car has not been sent back.