Chapter 400 (1/2)

After sorting out, there is a smell of wine and meat in the yard. The smell of extravagance.

There are four or five people in Mingfeng's sixth brother. They drink while they are blowing. There is no such kind of street gangster. On the contrary, it makes people feel very masculine, and it's all about men.

Jie Jie sat aside. Seeing me, I quickly swallow the meat in my mouth. Then a whine was a greeting.

”Eat well.”

Touching Jie Jie's head, I followed Yin Yijie to make a wide chair.

He's holding me. I don't have the strength. I'm too lazy to care. Ah, it's boring to care now. Anyway. Around him, very comfortable.

Jie Jie gave his father a whine, and Yin Yijie glanced at it. Hum

”Eat yours!”

Well. The same thing. You know what? Mom and dad say it's absolutely different. Jie Jie, look at me. See I have no opinion, just obediently bow to continue to eat.

Ming Feng laughs. Knead eyebrow to sigh a way: ”Jie Jie let wench take of become fine.”. What's up? Have you been lazy lately? ”

Mingfeng pours wine for everyone and waves his hand to let uncle Tao busy him!

Here we are with our families. There were not many rules. Mingfeng looked at me and said, ”no, I did a great service yesterday. A few days ago, the test, but also made a lot of progress... Ha ha, really into the elite, do not have to train them than the wind. But... It's the only one at home. ”

Yin Yijie dialed some taro dumplings for me, stopped and asked Mingfeng, ”have you found out? What's going on? ”

I bit a dumpling, mouth: what do you mean?

Just buried in lotus root wine, did not pay attention, this, this word, is there any mystery?

I'm confused. What don't you know? What's the story?

Looking around, I'm waiting for a few men to clear up their doubts.

Yin Yijie grabbed my hand, stuffed the chopsticks into his mouth, ate the remaining half of the dumplings, and put a bowl of lotus leaf soup in front of me to dry. Alas, I'm a little speechless. Can't I be more restrained when I'm watching a table full of people?

I just picked up the spoon to taste it. He had to grab my hand and scoop up the soup and pour it into his mouth. He didn't know whether I fed him or he fed himself.

Ming Feng changed the cigarette to his left hand, a little far away from me, clinked a cup with Yin Yijie, drank it, rubbed his hands and said:

”The rest. It's a meal from home. I asked some of them to check, but someone in the office changed. Yesterday I put... Sodium cyanide. ”

Yin Yijie's hand was stiff, and his breath was obviously cold. He could not help but hold me tightly, and the whole person sank.

The old six's faces were also very ugly. The table was suddenly quiet. Several people ate some food in silence. Another one in camouflage asked: