Chapter 4： Old man turned into gray, I remember you too. (1/2)

Qiao Mu was like a thunderbolt, staring at the place where the sculpture was white and sexy, and it seemed so striking black lace bra.

For a moment, Qiao Mu's face, Nima, she is very sure, that is, I spent 50 discounts on the street to buy a B code bra. But who told her why her lost bra would be worn on sculpture?

Suddenly, Qiao Mu was excited, because the brain short-circuited because of shame and anger, rebounded instantly, his face was angry, and his teeth were cut, ”Oh! It must be the dead man of the human face!” She clearly remembers falling in his room, but now she hangs ”Exhibition” here is not the bastard, but who else!

Qiu Ning also saw the black lace bra on the sculpture, and the twitching of the corner of her eye could not stop. She also recognized that it was bought when she was shopping with Xiaoxiaobi. Who was so talented and hung it on the sculpture. There is no sense of violation!

At this moment, the little teasing, the anger is burning, the little fists are dying, and they will rush at any time. Just stepping on it and being caught, Qiu Ning lightly lifted his lower jaw. ”Hey, tease, the impulsive is the devil, look around.”

Joe looked away, froze, Mom! The bar is bustling, and most of the customers are pointing at their bra, and there are people who talk about it. The close-fitting bra is so crowded by so many people that it is very embarrassing. Qiao Mu only feels like standing naked in front of people, burning his head, and blowing it up to blow up!

Looking at the way that Qiao Mu is about to run away, Qiu Ning whispers, his expression is slightly helpless. ”Big sister, don't worry about your broken bra, school bag, school bag!”

”Oh, yes!” Qiao Mu returned to God, their purpose is the schoolbag, the first thing to do is matter. Look at the angry little face and look at the wine table that I drank last night, and make a fist. ”Yes, there are people.”

In the heart of a slap in the face, the two sprinted and hurried past, and looked up, Joe Mu almost burst into tears. Wow! school bag! Still there! God, I know that you still love me, wait for me to buy a few pounds of banana apples to honor you.

I was so busy that I looked around at my schoolbag, and everything was there. Qiao Mu was rushed by this huge joy, and she was so excited that she recovered. Xiaozui constantly mourns Xie Rulai, the Buddha Jade Emperor Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Qiu Ning is also very happy, I did not expect the whole process so easy, this little teasing can finally be assured. Then, can they retreat from the whole body? The two were only happy, and they did not notice the bustling whole bar. They were empty, no one was close, and no waiter came forward.

In a dimly lit room on the second floor.

The man has long legs, lazily leaning against the back of the chair, slender fingers holding cigarettes, and the white smoke rises, the body shape is hidden in the darkness, and the corner of the mouth is stunned with a smile, and the eyes are watching the surveillance screen. The little **** is very happy with the broken bag.

Raise the hand, the cigarette is sent to the mouth, the man takes a deep breath, slowly spits out the smoke ring, presses the cigarette **** in the ashtray, and the spotted Mars is extinguished instantly. The dark light hit the tall man's body, the man smiled, and the smile was thrilling, like the last glimmer of light in the darkness, so awkward and breathtaking.

Hey, little bastard, we met again.

A few minutes later, Qiao Mu and Qiu Ning sat on the sofa in the room, their faces were serious and they looked around with vigilance. Some people were guarded at the door, and some people were guarded by the windows. The tall men and tall, neat black suits, with sunglasses and indifferent expressions.

When you are finished, you can't escape. Is this a triad society, and I have not offended anyone, how can I be arrested, and the day is full of glory, is there no one in the bar?

As for her and Qiu Ning, this small arm and shank, hard work with a few big men, not like a matchstick, oh yeah, it’s very simple, it’s been sent to the tires in minutes!

Thinking of that picture, Qiao Mu's calf shook, and my heart was cold, Mamma Mia, she still didn't live enough, she still had no husband and wife, and enjoyed this great life.