As soon as he Jingming left, Anjie immediately pushed away Mo Cong, which was quite like tearing down the bridge across the river.

His face was particularly white, but his eyes were not like that. I don't know why, Mo Cong saw a trace of depressed strange emotion from it, and his intuition told him that it was something extremely dangerous.

Nevertheless, Mo Cong carefully put his shoulder on: "how are you?"

"I'm fine," Anjie said softly. His expression was a little strange. His eyes seemed to be shining with some light. His voice was in his throat. "It could not be better."

Don't frown. Suddenly, he takes out his hand that he put in his pocket. It's too fierce. It's not only Anjie's hand, but also a sharp knife. Anjie's grip was too tight, and the palm of his hand was almost inlaid in the blade. He didn't know it. After being pulled by Mo Cong, he felt the pain. He subconsciously released his hand, and the knife fell to the ground, and the blood rushed out like money.

Mo hastily took a breath, paused, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "you... Do you dare to grow the reflex arc a little longer?"

"Hiss..." Anjie subconsciously retracted his hand and gave a low voice, as if he had just regained his mind.

"Don't move!" Mo Cong glared at him and carefully looked at his wound. "Do you know the pain?"

Anjie frowned. His thinking just stopped for a while, and then he began to turn from the mode of walking the number to the normal mode. Don't rush to hold his hand like holding an antique national treasure. One hundred and twenty people handled his wound carefully, which made Anjie feel a little guilty. After all, compared with his own rough treatment, people's attitude of don't rush to return good for evil.

Keeping such an extremely ambiguous posture, they were silent for a while.

"Why are you here?"

"How are you with he Jingming?"

Mo Cong and Anjie opened their mouths almost at the same time. After a meal, Mo Cong immediately lowered his head. If his scarf and coat had not been wrapped too tightly in winter, Anjie would have seen a little red on the tip of the innocent boy's ears... But it is estimated that with Comrade Anjie's nerves, it might have been cold.

Anjie was annoyed by him: "you mean to ask me first? Mo Cong, what did I tell you? What are you doing with Zhai Haidong now? " His thin cheeks seemed to float a little moisture in the white fog, which made his facial features look particularly delicate and soft. "Why, do you want to make some noise under Zhai laopao's eyes and lift his name as a bastard? He'll never suffer from it? "

Mo hung down his eyelids and said, "I'll pay my own debt. I'll have to pay for my own trouble."

Anjie pulled his hand back and lowered his voice: "close the stall yourself!"?! Do you know how thick the sky is? " The plan was to let the drunk snake come out. The old lion had to sell him his face, so that he would not have the same opinion with the hairy boy. Later, he would let him know what to do. Who knows, he jumped out first. "You really don't have a good scar, so you forget the pain first..."

Mo Cong has the feeling of laughing and crying. The man who just buried himself in his arms and aroused his strong desire for protection actually spoke like his father. He raised his hand and interrupted Anjie: "are you in Beijing because of my father?"

Anjie was stunned.

Mo Cong lowered his head slightly and laughed: "because my father... I didn't expect my father to know such a powerful person as you in his life."

"You..."

"Anjie," Mo said, looking at him with his black eyes to Anjie's, with a very serious look, "did my father tell you that I'm gay?"

Anjie felt as if he had offended Pikachu and was killed by 100000 volts.

Mo quickly raised his hand and gently scratched his face, with a little self mockery and silent bitter smile: "especially like... Good looking men."

He pulled the collar up, put the gun in his coat pocket, and turned away.

It's obvious that Anjie has no recollection. In a short period of time, two people have touched his face with ambiguous words and gestures... He thinks that if these two are not men, then this day will be a spring dream in winter.

Unfortunately, for aegil, it's just a nightmare in winter.

He cursed a low, in the end or to follow up - ah, people are used to being hit a few times, Mo Cong this boy, do not know how many moths.

What's more, Anjie has too many questions in his mind, such as why he Jingming came to Beijing, why Zhai Haidong took action, and why Mo Cong seems to know that he is in he Jingming's car... He turned on his mobile phone and wanted to call Zuishan to ask, but he didn't expect that when he turned it on, a series of text messages came out in the farting voice.

Anjie was stunned. Then he found that the two missed calls he had pressed before were not hit by Mo Cong, but drunk snake. He also sent a series of short messages——

"Where are you? Why don't you take my call? "

"Did you see he Jingming? He's in Beijing? "

"An Yin Hu!! Give me a squeak when you're alive

"I called sleeping lion. Don't be impulsive. Impulsivity is the devil!"

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The more you get to the back, the more you don't slip. Damn it, Anjie grits his teeth while watching. He presses the last one and says, "I'll be there in a minute."

Anjie was stunned. He didn't believe that he, a bitter and bitter creditor, had enough weight to bring the three giants together here... So... What is the purpose of this?

These old friends, when they are scattered in all parts of the motherland, may be able to settle down, but they come together, both visually and in fact, is a very destructive tragedy.

Mo Cong didn't seem to want to talk to him any more, but he didn't mean to leave. He let him fall behind him with a swagger across a distance. The people who followed him were upright and the people who were followed were silent. In addition to Mo Cong's declaration of coming out of the cabinet, how does Anjie think about it.

They walk one by one, just like the... Er... Little two... What.

Anjie was thundered by himself silently. As soon as he flashed, he was no longer in the same place. Mo hurried forward a few steps, then stopped and looked back. He found that the person who followed him had disappeared. He could not help sighing, and there was a little disappointment and sadness between his eyes.

Don't go so fast. He's in a mess. It's not impulsive to say this to Anjie. In this mode of getting along with each other, Anjie will always treat himself as a kind of ridiculous elder mentality. He has never seen anyone who can be such a senior, and he seems addicted again and again. The plot is extremely bad.

Every time he looked at his expression, he could not wait to educate himself and warn others. He slapped the fellow to Spratly Islands. He looked at his palm and shook his head with self mockery. He also thought about it.

When he arrived at Zhai laopao to report, judging by the chaos and the unfriendly look of the people with guns, it was obvious that the relationship between Zhai Haidong and he Jingming was not so harmonious. He Jingming is a bit of an old man. He sits there steadily, just like an old man sitting with his legs crossed, with a gun pointed at him by a group of people. See Mo quickly come in, eyelid just smoked.

Mo Cong didn't say a word, nodded to Zhai Haidong, and then stood in the corner and lit a cigarette for himself.

He Jingming squinted at him and said, "Zhai Shuishi, you are a new generation replacing the old. You dare to rob people from me. He is the first one for so many years."

"Heiyi is young. He doesn't buy my account. He's not used to it. He hasn't met many people. Don't tell the younger generation the same thing... Besides," Zhai Haidong said with a smile and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. "He's been making friends with drunk snake for so many years. You can't make sense of your feelings and reasoning when you fight against his people in my territory?"

He Jingming bit his teeth and jumped out word by word: "that's my business..."

Zhai Haidong waved his hand: "it doesn't matter who it is. It's also a drunken snake's attitude. I've made a lot of efforts to invite you to come here, not to turn over the account, just to show you something -" he waved his hand. Bai Zhihe immediately understood and bowed his head to say something to the people nearby. After a moment, someone came up with a tray covered with a piece of cloth.

Zhai Haidong's eyes can't see, and his sense of smell is more sensitive. He covers his nose nervously. He Jingming looks at the tray and is a little confused. Everyone's eyes were attracted, even the absent-minded Mo Cong in the corner couldn't help looking more.

"What is it?" In the air, the smell of decay diffused, and he Jingming also slightly wrinkled his nose.

Bai Zhihe steps forward and uncovers the cloth on the tray. Someone screams in a low voice.

It was a head in the tray. It was disgusting gray, like it had been sucked dry by something. The hair was gone, and the facial features were tangled together. It was extremely ferocious. He Jingming frowned: "what is this?"

Bai Zhihe said in a low voice: "He Dong, this is a brother of mine. He disappeared for several days. Later, he was found near the sewer at the back door of the nightclub he used to go to. He has only one head. He still doesn't know where his body is... It's not worth seeing in person, but..." he put on his gloves, He stretched out his hand and turned the head around, aiming the back of his head at he Jingming.

"Look at this, Mr. He."

He Jingming's breath suddenly stagnated, and the beads on Zhai Haidong's hand turned faster and faster - there was an obvious iris tattoo on the back of the dead man's head, which was vivid and bright, as if the nourishment of the whole head had been absorbed by the flower, which was strange and full of unknown breath.

Zhai Haidong said: "do you remember? The flower language of Iris germanica.... "

"Holy." He Jingming said that he stares at the tattoo on his head like he wants to stare out.

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Cough, it's late to update this evening. I went out to burn paper... I can't help sighing when I saw that the Ming coin on the paper money was listed at 1 billion or several hundred million. The inflation there is also very serious.

Maybe all the economic talents have been born, and no one is in charge of the business