Chapter 390 (2/2)
Unable to get Han Shijun's answer, Chen Xiaolong smiles and says, ”I guess you are twenty. You must be a rabbit, right?”
Dashachun is Chen Xiaolong's confidant and the roundworm in Chen Xiaolong's stomach. If Chen Xiaolong has any wrong ideas, dashachun can be said to be the first to know.
Dashachun naturally saw Chen Xiaolong's interest in Han Shijun.
So the bored dashachun decides to be a wingman for Chen Xiaolong.
”He definitely belongs to the rabbit!” Big silly spring shows the simple and honest smile of the signboard type, ”he is a rabbit!”
This is the Yanjing dialect learned by dashachun. It's actually with erhuayin, although it's not so standard.
”Your family are all rabbit - you are rabbit!” Han Shijun was in a hurry. ”I belong to sheep!”
Big silly spring sell silly way: ”you belong to pleasant sheep, or beautiful sheep, or lazy sheep, or boiling sheep, or slow sheep?”
”Idiot!” Han Shijun gritted his teeth.
Dashachun is fearless and indifferent. In his opinion, the one who lives to the end will be a fool.
Because a fool has a fool, a fool has a fool.
”Are you a sheep? This year is 20... ”Chen Xiaolong was about to calculate Han Shijun's age, but suddenly he was stunned, or all the people present were stunned, and then all their eyes were focused on one place.
They saw a man.
A woman.
A beauty.
This beautiful woman is tall and has an explosive figure. She can go straight to Victoria's Secret t-show and the red carpet of Cannes Film Festival without any training.
This beauty is even more picturesque, white as jade, hair color black thick, frown and smile, all kinds of amorous feelings, the country.
Even if Chen Xiaolong is a homosexual, he can feel the punctuality of this woman.
The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another, and even one or two men couldn't control themselves, making a heavy breathing sound.
The woman came straight towards them.
A few meters away, the woman stood still.
”What's your name, pretty girl? Make a friend Although Dazhuang is a rough man, he always claims to be a saint of love.
It's not known whether the love saint is the true love saint, but Dazhuang's face is almost as thick as the city wall. He hums a * * whistle, with a frivolous face, and walks towards the woman with the hooligan's unique pace of 250000 to 80000.
He just started talking up.
They all secretly said that the toad really wanted to eat swan meat, but it was also a bold toad. Most of the toads who wanted to eat swan meat could not even chat up.
”Remember my name, my name is Suye. Suzhou's Su, the fallen leaves. ” The woman said, ”this is a name you are destined to never forget.”
”Pretty girl, brother, I'll make you unforgettable for life...” Dazhuang said, reaching out his hand and planning to take advantage of it directly.
Everyone also showed a strange smile that men all know.
They are gangsters. They don't dare to rape beautiful girls, but they can eat tofu.
If the woman resists fiercely, let it go. If the resistance is not fierce, the gang has a hundred ways to make the woman submit.
”I don't know how to live or die!” Su ye said, in the face of Da Zhuang who is going to move, it's an elbow.
The fist is like a missile and the elbow is like a gun.
Better ten punches than one elbow!
Su ye this elbow, the potential vigorously sinks, sweeps directly on the big strong chin.
With a ”click”, Dazhuang was beaten out, and he didn't know his life or death.