Chapter 475 The world of the rich, I don't understand

Seeing the back of leaving with a lame outer eight-character walking method on the weekend, Zhang Xinyu was stunned.

"Sister Yu, you are a girl. How can you participate in fighting?"

With this weekend sentence echoing in her mind, Zhang Xinyu suddenly felt dizzy. Her cheeks were slightly hot, her ears were hot, and even the little elk in her heart had the impulse to wake up.

"Dead boy, you have come to the imperial capital. Will anything happen between us?"

Zhang Xinyu was a little expectant and nervous. She stared at the direction of leaving on the weekend. Yang Jun and others lying on the ground who were wailing were ignored by her. The passengers around her stared at her with strange eyes were ignored by her, and her two companions were even ignored by her.

At this moment, in her sight, in her mind, in her heart, there is only weekends.

"Sister Yu..."

"Sister Yu..."

"Sister Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Ziyan shouted three times in a row, but Zhang Xinyu did not come back. She noticed that Zhang Xinyu's eyes were staring at the weekend that had arrived at the door of the carriage. Tang Ziyan suddenly realized something.

The expression on her face was a little awkward, and Tang Ziyan simply pulled the corner of Zhang Xinyu's clothes.

"Sister Yu, what's wrong with you? Don't pay attention to others." Tang Ziyan pulled the corner of Zhang Xin's raincoat and said in a soft voice.

Ah? Oh!" The corner of her clothes was pulled by Tang Ziyan, and Zhang Xinyu suddenly woke up, and her pretty face became more and more red, like a red apple. "No... it's okay... I... I..."

Zhang Xinyu didn't know what to say, because she realized that Tang Ziyan had just noticed that she was staring at the back of the weekend.

"Sister Yu, why are you blushing?" Tang Ziyan saw Zhang Xinyu turn around and looked at herself and asked naggingly.

Ah? Do you have any?" Zhang Xinyu was shocked, like a white mouse caught by a big black cat. She simply stroked her cheeks with her hands in a panic. It seemed that she was testing the temperature on her face, but in fact she covered her face. "Maybe...maybe it was too hard when she hit someone just now...tired..."

"I don't look like it!" Tang Ziyan was very eight-grandmother, and she shook her head gently with bent eyebrows.

"Not like?" Zhang Xinyu was slightly stunned. With a short circuit in her head, she didn't know what Tang Ziyan was trying to say.

"Sister Yu, do you like weekends?" Suddenly, Tang Ziyan asked without warning.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xinyu nodded defenselessly and was very absent-minded and shy. However, as soon as she said the words, she immediately found that she had said something wrong and hurriedly shook her head to deny, "No... it's not like this! Sister Tang, I don't like that bastard. He is a little boy in my eyes.

Zhang Xinyu's words were clean and neat, but his breathless tone and words were still captured by the thoughtful Tang Ziyan.

"I like him too!" After all, Tang Ziyan is the girl who had that relationship with the weekend. Although she is a few years younger than Zhang Xinyu, she answered bravely.

Of course, Tang Ziyan's tone was still a little lonely. At this moment, she thought of the female bandit Qi Baobao, and also thought of the "Yan Qingcai" who was far away from a foreign country to cure the disease.

Originally, Tang Ziyan felt that she was very sad to share the weekend with the two equally excellent women. At this time, she suddenly got involved with Zhang Xinyu, and Tang Ziyan was a little disappointed.

If she can, she would rather find a man who can enjoy it alone, but will such a man be excellent on weekends?

Tang Ziyan never said it, but in her heart, her evaluation of the weekend is very high. She feels that the weekend is a world-class hero and the only supreme god in Tang Ziyan's mind!

If you choose a mortal just because you want to share this god with other women, Tang Ziyan would rather die!

Before love came, every woman called herself a female Zhuge, but once she stepped into the minefield, she found that she had always been a cobbler and had a negative IQ.

"Sister Yu, I like you very much. If you really like my brother Zhou, you can chase it. I have no problem, even... even..." Tang Ziyan gritted her teeth and left a faint mark on her cherry lips. "Even... Even if Sister Yu, if you want, I will help you..."

"Sister Tang, you..." Zhang Xinyu never thought that Tang Ziyan would suddenly say such a thing. Although Tang Ziyan's voice was so small that only she could hear it, she still felt that Tang Ziyan's words were shocking.

Zhang Xinyu has been unable to let go, just a few women around him on weekends. Whether it is the female bandit Qi Baobao, the soft girl Yan Qingcai, or the gangster Tang Ziyan, Zhang Xinyu doesn't want to share the weekend with them. It's not that Zhang Xinyu is selfish, but that in her mind, the idea of one husband and one wife is deeply rooted, and a man and a woman is unshakable.

In addition, what Zhang Xinyu can't accept most is the relationship with Zhou Xiaomo's sister-brother relationship on the weekend. Zhang Xinyu knows better than anyone else. She is not related to Zhou Xiaomo on the weekend, and she knows better than anyone else. Secretly, Zhou Xiaomo paid for the weekend.

Let herself rob a man with her best friend. Zhang Xinyu can't do it, she can't do it!

Are all the good men in the world dead? Why did such a girl like a flower die in the dead end?

Zhang Xinyu can't wait to drag the weekend to whip the body.

"Sister Tang, I really don't like weekends. You joke too much!" After a long time, Zhang Xinyu said to Tang Ziyan, "If you look for your sister Yu's happiness like this, I won't pay attention to you!"

While speaking, Zhang Xinyu vaguely pinched Tang Ziyan's waist.

"Ah!" Although Tang Ziyan is a fearless ancient gangster, what she fears most is that others touch her waist. Zhang Xinyu pinched so gently that she couldn't help exclaiming, "Sister Yu, they are wrong!"

At the beginning of the fight, the tall mantle pretended to be asleep, and he was a little dangerous and shrank his head into the turtle shell. As soon as the danger passed, he came to his head.

He has been lying on the table, staring at Tang Ziyan and Zhang Xinyu with a pair of colored eyes, sometimes looking at his chest, sometimes at his waist, and sometimes looking at his buttocks.

The two women's voices were very low, and the whispers were naturally unheard, but he saw the scene of Zhang Xinyu pinching Tang Ziyan's waist.

"Uh..." Seeing Zhang Xinyu's little hand pinching Tang Ziyan's small waist, and then hearing Tang Ziyan's delicate exclamation, his tall saliva flowed to his sleeve. He couldn't help blurted out, "Beauty Tang, can you also pinch the old man?"

"Puff..." The two women spoke pitifully when they heard Gao Yu's mouth, and then noticed that Gao Yu's saliva flowed into silk thread, and both of them laughed out loud, laughing happily and cheerfully.

However, only they know that their hearts are actually hurting.

How good would it be if that bastard would change Sun Wukong's seventy-two? How good would it be to divide yourself into countless bastards? The minds of the two women are surprisingly similar.

"Old man, you'd better continue to sleep pretending to be a turtle on your stomach. Sister Tang's waist is so soft that you can't stand it!" Zhang Xinyu said such a sentence in a spoof, and then ignored Gao Yu, and instead asked her two fellow conductors to arrange to move Yang Jun and others away.

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On the other hand, the weekend has always followed Li Lin unhurriedly. This scene has quite some practiced the meaning of Lin Pingzhi's scene of finding Yu Cang's hatred in the "Evil Sword Spectrum".

Li Lin is Yu Canghai. When he saw Lin Pingzhi on the weekend, he ran away, but he couldn't get rid of the "gloom" weekend.

One of them ran desperately in front of them, running while calling for help, while the other was chasing slowly in the back, walking leisurely.

Obviously, Zhang Xinyu has greeted the conductors and policemen on the train, so no matter how Li Lin shouts, no conductors or policemen have appeared.

In a short time, Li Lin had escaped more than a dozen carriages and was about to reach the last carriage of the train.

This last carriage is not only abandoned than that of other passengers. It is usually wrapped, and there is no one. In addition, it is now night. Li Lin, who is deeply cloudy and sweaty, knows that he has come to the end of the road. He simply gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped running.

"Oh, why don't you run away?" Seeing that Li Lin, who was five or six steps away from him, suddenly stopped and turned his back to him, he was slightly surprised and said on the weekend.

"I've run to the head, how can I run?" Li Lin was a little speechless and said in a low voice.

"Hey, since you can't run away, come here. As long as you slap me three times, I won't make things difficult for you anymore." Half jokingly on the weekend.

"Is there no other choice?" Li Lin still carried the weekend behind his back, and his tone was gloomy and horrible, which was very commensurate with the surrounding environment.

"No!" The weekend answered very firmly. Li Lin had been thinking about Tang Ziyan from the beginning and didn't pay attention to himself at all. How could he be easily let go on the weekend?

In addition, Yang Jun and others appeared too strangely. As soon as they appeared, they attacked Tang Ziyan and Zhang Xinyu with dirty words, and provoked themselves with golden glitter. On weekends, they could figure out that this was Li Lin playing tricks with their toes.

In this case, why did he slap Li Lin three times on the weekend?

You know, if it weren't for the high force value on the weekend, and if it weren't for Zhang Xinyu's superhuman force value, it would not be Li Lin and Yang Jun who were beaten today, but on the weekend. Moreover, Tang Ziyan and Zhang Xinyu would be threatened by being beaten on weekends.

"hehe." After listening to the weekend's words, Li Lin's body trembled slightly, especially his shoulders, because his back was facing the weekend. When he trembled, it was very obvious, "Kid, don't think you are very good at fighting. You should know, no matter how hard your fist is, you are not an opponent of *."

While saying this, Li Lin suddenly turned around. The next second, there was already a cold pistol in his hand.

The gun's eye pointed straight at the weekend's head, which is deep and horrible!

"Gun?" Seeing the gun in Li Lin's hand, the weekend was slightly stunned, "Do you still have a gun? The son of a hotel owner still has a gun?"

After listening to the weekend's words, Li Lin thought he was scared on the weekend, smiled coldly and said, "What do you, the frog in the well know? Although the gun is prohibited, I have my channel, I have my ability, you can only see it on TV, and I can hold it in my hand, which is the difference between me and you!"

"Alas, I don't understand the world of the rich!" On the weekend, he shook his head and sighed and said angrily, "*, where did you buy your gun? How much is it? Can you sell it to me?"

"Yes, how can you understand the world of the rich?" Li Lin sneered, "You want to buy my gun. Do you have money?"

"Five yuan, I'll buy your gun." On the weekend, he said jokingly, "If you don't agree, I'll grab it!"