After a long time, Chen Fugui laughed and relaxed again. He leaned on the cushion of the sofa: "my Chinese level is average. Your idioms are all four characters. They don't seem to make any difference. I don't quite understand them. But what's the purpose of Heiyi's plan so early? "

Mo Cong blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "Uncle Chen, I can see that. What can I prevent? Isn't it also afraid that Uncle Chen can't explain this when he asks? Besides, when the time comes, I'm really in a hurry. Don't I lose your face? The list, including those things that Cao Bing wanted to move to the eastern suburbs and didn't get out in time, has been sorted out. Now he can ask someone to bring them... Fourth brother? "

"Well?" Xu Laosi is obviously not in good shape.

"Where is the account book I sent to you last night?"

"Ah? Oh... Oh, the account book. I'm afraid Uncle Chen wants to see it As soon as Xu Laosi reached out his hand, a bodyguard next to him quickly handed over a pamphlet. "I haven't had time to read it yet. Who thought you were so fast?"

He handed the booklet to Uncle Chen: "have a look at it. If you have something bad to do, please point out to the younger generation."

Chen Fugui took it over, looked through it from beginning to end, sighed, and put the pamphlet aside: "younger generation, younger generation... What do you say in China? The one with the front wave and the back wave of the Yellow River? "

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." Xu Laosi answered with a smile.

"The waves behind push the waves ahead of the Yangtze River!" Chen Fugui patted Mo Cong on the shoulder, shook his head, and said to Xu Laosi meaningfully, "I envy you so much. There are so capable young people helping you."

Xu Laosi half true and half false politeness, this just took a person to leave.

After they left, Chen Fugui lit another cigar, took a deep breath, and then breathed out - what does black mean? On the surface, it's flattering to him, offering him a big advantage, and voluntarily asking him to make a profit. In fact... It's showing his strength.

It's a kind of announcement similar to a demonstration - no need for him, Chen Fugui, and Cao Bing.

Don't you want to see their strength in such a semi dependent cooperative relationship?

It's a very interesting young man who has such a mind and ability, but willingly lives under Xu Laosi.

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As soon as Xu Laosi got on the bus, he was in a hurry: "what are you doing in black? Do you know that what you just did was to challenge Chen Fugui? You are really... Ah! "

Mo Cong took out a cigarette from his pocket and lowered his head to light it. Under the weak fire light in the dark, there was no expression on his face. His dark eyes were staring at the cigarette at his fingertips and didn't make a sound.

"He doesn't see eye to eye with you today, but have you ever thought..."

"I don't challenge him. Chen Fugui can see it." Mo Cong interrupted him. He didn't know why. His voice was a little cold. "Chen Fugui doesn't believe Cao Bing. He doesn't believe anyone. Old foreign devils can't slip their hands. Today he can sell Cao Bing, and later he can sell us. "

Mo hastened to pause and took a few deep puffs.

"Then you are..."

"Fourth brother, don't you understand laoyangzi? If he doesn't see something unexpected, he will find the next puppet to pick up and throw when he sees you today. " Mo Cong interrupted him with a sneer, "the old Pug will run with you if he gives you a bone, and bite you if he has no oil and water..."

Xu Laosi was stunned and his face changed several times. Fortunately, it was dark on the bus and no one could see it. After being quiet for a while, he said in a low voice: "you can't stop talking to me..."

"I'm in a hurry. I'm sorry I didn't have time." Mo chuckled, "let's Park a car at the front downtown. I'll go down here."

But my fourth brother... Even if I made thousands of mistakes, I've been in friendship for so many years. I've never taken you as an outsider in my heart. Why do you rush to get rid of your relationship in front of Chen Fugui?

Why again?

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Mo Cong changed a few taxis, and then walked slowly to the community. His back is slightly bent. I have to say that it's very tiring to be with these people, but it's exciting, grudge, intrigue, life and death... And it can bring him an indescribable sense of achievement.

He was obsessed with this feeling and this identity - a completely different identity from his wizened father. It seemed that he was subconsciously longing for such subversion.

Mo Cong saw Anjie leaning against the wall at the door of his unit from a long distance, holding his hands in front of his chest, and one foot was on the side. He immediately subconsciously put on a warm smile with some banter and raised his hand to say hello: "you are running outside to experience this kind of laborious public life of outdoor work in cold winter..."

Anjie looked up at him, did not smile, tone lightly interrupted him: "where have you been?"

Mo Cong is a Leng: "how..."

Anjie didn't know whether it was frozen or not. His face was a little blue. Usually, he saw everyone smiling and his eyes were completely open. Looking at him, his eyes were very bright and cold under the weak light of the street lamp.

"Where have you been?" He asked again mechanically.

At that moment, Mo Cong felt a certain illusion in his heart, just like the boy knew his whereabouts. He laughed dryly: "what do you want from me? You can call me if you have something to do... "

Anjie gave a stiff smile: "I'm looking for you? What can I do for you... But you'd better go back and see your sister. "

Mo Cong's brows wrinkled little by little: "who? Xiaojin or Xiaoyu? What's the matter? "

"Xiaojin came back at dinner... Then," Anjie said in a low voice, "people from your father's unit have been here..."

Don't hurry to still want to hear his words, suddenly rushed into the corridor to run up.

Anjie stands still and stares at the ground coldly. He suddenly doesn't know what it means to help this young man with all his efforts. Don't be cold and impersonal. He feels that people all over the world are sorry for him, so he can't stand up to the whole world for his so-called friends on the road, He didn't even bother to take care of his own sister!

He didn't want to think about what it would bring to his family when two girls were still so young? Don't you think about Mo Yannan, an old bookworm and psychologically eager man who hasn't been weaned, how can one support this family?

What should he do to harm others, his family and society? Let him live and die on his own, so as to save dust behind the old professor in the future.

Anjie put his hand in his trouser pocket, sneered and walked back slowly.

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When Mo Cong broke into the house, Xiaojin and Xiaoyu were sitting in the living room. Xiaoyu was sitting on the sofa. Xiaojin was leaning against the opposite wall. Her colorful hair was scattered in disorder. Her eyes, which had drawn several circles of black lines, were washed in disorder by tears. Her face was mixed with colors, just like a clown actor who had painted a mess of makeup.

She stares at Xiaoyu. Her eyes are wide open and she doesn't blink, but her tears drop down. Some of them are left on her clothes, some of them are spilled on the ground. Xiaoyu doesn't look at her.

Mo Jin back and forth, back and forth, only asked that sentence: "why do you all know, do not tell me?"

Mo Cong gently closed the door, sighed, and reached out to pat Mo Jin on the shoulder. She was dodged by the girl. Her big and fierce eyes turned to him immediately: "you know about Dad, why don't you tell me?"

Mo said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you're excited. You see you're not..."

"Yes, yes, I'm excited, I'm excited." Mo Jin nodded and stepped back two steps. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to squeeze out an ironic smile. Unfortunately, she didn't succeed. "You're not excited, are you? You've been looking forward to his death for a long time, right? It's better to live like this, no one can die, no corpse can be found, so that you don't have to be filial, and you have to buy him an urn to set up a grave! "

"Mo Jin!" Mo hurriedly frowned, gave her a low scold, and took a deep breath, "don't go too far --"

Mo Jin wiped her face hard: "I know my brain is not as good as you. I can't study well. I make trouble blindly. I fight with him every day. When I see him happy, I feel uncomfortable. I have to make him unhappy. I run away from home, and I go back and forth to hold him and his mother's business forever! But that's my father... My father! "

Xiaoyu was shocked, and there seemed to be a flash of water vapor in her big eyes. She quickly wiped it with the back of her hand, then lowered her head, with a slightly longer bangs in front of her eyes.

Mo Cong stood there in a daze, her mind seemed to be blown out by her words.

Mo Jin seems to smile, or just hum, push him aside and open the door. The voice control light in the corridor is activated by the movement of her opening the door, and suddenly lights up.

Anjie leaned against the opposite door frame as if waiting for her to come out.

Mo Jin steps, suddenly feel more and more aggrieved, more and more sad, almost to the point of unbearable, she steps some staggering rushed to Anjie's arms, buried her face on his shoulder, hands hard to grasp his clothes, cry. Anjie patted her on the back gently. Intentionally or unintentionally, she looked up at Mo Cong, who was standing opposite silently.

From Mo Cong, Mo Cong is a heartless son of a bitch ~ ~ ~ I've endured it for a long time!

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