Chapter 72： The story of Pan Man 22 ┃ Zhuang Li: Le Zhengming, I like you. (1/2)

In the small window, Zhu Jianrui was pinned to the ground by a group of soldiers and handcuffed.

While struggling, he shouted: "Dad, uncle, save me!"

But unfortunately, Gong Xuanlin had no way to save him, because he was also handcuffed by the soldiers and showed the arrest warrant.

Gong Xuanqi is a cautious person, never saying things that shouldn't be said outside, and he pays great attention to his words when sending text messages and emails, so that no one will get caught. He never touches the dark things, and they are all done with the help of the people below, so he is safe for the time being.

He repeatedly checked the arrest warrant, took out his mobile phone and called the relevant leaders, and found that there was no room for operation, so he could only wave his hands.

Just for the crime of invading the national defense system, Zhu Jianrui is likely to be sentenced to life imprisonment, even if he is only a fourteen-year-old child. He is far more harmful to society than terrorists. In fact, the hacker army he formed is an anti-government army.

Gong Xuanlin's charges are not light, theft of state secrets, theft of commercial secrets, murder and silence, tax evasion... If the court accepts these evidences, he is likely to be sentenced to death.

If the news spreads to the outside world, Gong Xuanqi's political future will be completely ruined. It was a disaster for their family.

Never expected that a small divorce case could lead to so many lawsuits! I didn't expect a powerless orphan to have such terrifying strength! Wrong, this move is too wrong!

Gong Xuanqi slumped down on the chair.

Gong Xuanlin and Zhu Jianrui were escorted away amid constant resistance and clamoring.

Seeing this, Zhuang Li closed the window and curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

7480 kept asking in his mind: "Zhu Jianrui is just over? Was it taken? Gameover?"

"What? You don't think it's fun enough?" Zhuang Li's chuckle was more evil than the devil.

"No, it's very enjoyable." 7480's tone was like eating shit.

Then it muttered again: "Master, you started too fast, right? You can't get the pleasure of revenge like this. Why don't you wait for Zhu Jianrui to reach the peak of his life and then push him down? Fall from the highest place. , will he be more miserable than he is now?"

Having said that, when Zhu Jianrui really reaches the pinnacle of his life, it is unknown whether the host can push him down.

7480 wanted to buy some more time for Zhu Jianrui. After all, the other party was the son of destiny appointed by the Lord God, and he wanted to fight with Le Zhengming.

Now that the arena has been set up, and the two sides have not officially started a war, Zhu Jianrui was cut off by the host first, and the development of the matter was completely out of the script written by the Lord God. This is called 7480 how to play?

Zhuang Li was amused by its words, picked up an egg placed on the countertop, and asked, "Did you see it?"

"Look, I see, is there any problem?" 7480 was afraid that the host would ask questions with interest.

Zhuang Li held the egg high, then let go.

With a click, the egg fell to the ground and shattered, and the sticky white and yolk splashed all over the floor.

7480: ? ? ?

Le Zhengming looked at the little curly hair and said helplessly: "It's good, why are you throwing eggs? Stand far away, I'll clean up later." He said reproach, but there was a smile and a smile in his eyes. Intense pampering.

Zhuang Li obediently stood a little further away, picked up another egg, and said with a smile, "System, look at this again."

He put his fingers together and tried to crush the egg, but failed.

7480: ? ? ?

Zhuang Li tried again many times, but he couldn't crush the egg until his face was flushed. This body lacks exercise and has very little strength. Of course, Zhuang Li himself is not a person with a high level of force.

His performance hit the streets!

7480: "...Master, what do you mean?"

It was Le Zhengming who first guessed the idea of ​​Little Curly Hair, took the tenacious egg from his hand, and pinched it easily.

There was a light snap, the egg liquid splashed all over the place, and then the eggshells that were broken into powder were thrown into the trash can by Le Zhengming.

He reluctantly asked again: "It's good, why are you crushing this egg?" Having said that, he didn't stop his arrogant child at all, but went to help himself.

His petting and pampering for the little curly hair has no bottom line at all.

The embarrassment on Zhuang Li's face disappeared in an instant, and he asked Le Zhengming with a smile, "Tell me, is it better to lift the egg high up and throw it on the ground, or hold it in the palm of your hand and squeeze it easily. Cooler?"

Le Zhengming put his hand under the faucet to rinse, and said without hesitation: "Of course it's more refreshing to squeeze easily. You've been under a lot of pressure recently, and you want to use this to relieve it?"

He felt that he had gotten the way of thinking of Little Curly Hair, so he took out another egg and stuffed it into Little Curly Hair's hand. The big bronze hand covered with thick calluses wrapped his white tender and slender hand, and whispered softly: "I will help you. "

He put his five fingers together, intertwined with the five fingers of the little curly hair, and together they crushed the egg. The egg white and yolk covered the palms of the two, and at the same time released a sticky and thick atmosphere.

Zhuang Li took a few breaths and said with a smile, "It's really cool."

Le Zhengming grabbed his hand under the faucet, cleaned it up carefully, and reassured: "Don't put too much pressure on it, power status is not the most important thing to me, we just do our best, regardless of victory or defeat."

"Okay." Zhuang Li nodded in agreement, but his voice was hoarse.

The gentleness of this man is like air, everywhere; like a drug, addictive.

"The noodles are ready, I'll serve them, you go to the restaurant outside and sit." Le Zhengming wiped his wet hands dry, and then lightly rubbed his little curly head.

The rebellious Zhuang Li was as obedient as a child in front of him. He walked outside, and as soon as he sat down, he said coldly in his heart: "System, do you understand now? In my eyes, Zhu Jianrui is just an egg. , instead of holding him high and smashing him, I prefer to crush him on the spot.

"You don't have a body, so you can't experience that feeling. The crackling sound of eggshells is transmitted through the vibration of the air and the tactile nerves of the palm, and it reverberates in the brain, so crisp, so beautiful, so pleasing to the body and mind. More The great thing is that the sticky yolks and whites feel hot, like blood, when gently twisted at the fingertips.