The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 52 Shit Writer 【Please recommend】

"I said that no one can catch me has yet been born." Taking advantage of Yang Fan's pain, Lin Qiang stood up vigorously, kicked Yang Fan's chest on the ground, and picked up a chair and threw it at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan quickly raised the pistol and pulled the trigger.

"despair"? ? ?No bullets?
Yang Fan pulled the trigger again, but there was still no bullet. Beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks.

The chair was blocked by Yang Fan raising his hand, but Lin Qiang had already grabbed the rifle and stood in front of Yang Fan who was kneeling on the ground with a big stride. He put the muzzle of the gun on Yang Fan's head, before Yang Fan put his hand on his chest and shouted back. To reality, the trigger was pulled.

Yang Fan was so frightened that his face was pale and he was trembling like a prisoner about to be executed.

But... there was no bullet in the rifle.

"What's the matter? I obviously put five bullets in." Lin Qiang retracted the rifle, intending to press the magazines to check.

Yang Fan grabbed it, threw it aside, picked up the chair on the ground and threw it at him.

Lin Qiang was hit hard on the head, and ran away with his head in his arms. Yang Fan chased after him, grabbed his back collar and pulled hard, Lin Qiang fell to the ground.

Yang Fan pressed on him, followed by a series of punches in the face, Lin Qiang's face was covered with blood, Yang Fan shouted while punching: "I let you run, I will kill you idiot , I let you affect my sleep, I let you spray me with a fire extinguisher, and I killed you."

"Hey! Hey...Brother Fan, wake up, wake up."

"I'll beat you to death, you idiot, I'll make you fucking..."

"Brother Fan, wake up, are you dreaming?"

"what?"

Yang Fan who suddenly opened his eyes pretended nothing happened, shook his head from side to side and looked around, and found that his forehead was sweating, so he quickly wiped it off and sat up.

"what time is it?"

"Brother Fan, you can sleep well. It's past nine o'clock, and the sound of the electric drill from the master didn't wake you up."

Yang Fan looked at the door of his bedroom, it was exactly the same as before, but there was no hole.

"Find someone to change the door so early?"

Lin Qiang held a banana in his hand, took a bite and said, "That's right, if my sister sees it, she won't have to skin me? Not only will I find someone to change the door, but I'll also ask the cleaner to give you the whole house." Cleaned up."

Yang Fan thought to himself: So this kid is still afraid of her sister, you just wait, I will take it down for your sister later, so that you are afraid of me every day.

"What do we have for lunch?" Yang Fan stood up and stretched.

"Brother Fan, what exactly do you do?" Lin Qiang suddenly became interested in his work.

Yang Fan raised his eyelids and was taken aback suddenly: "Ah??"

"I see that you don't usually go to work. What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm... doing... what, writing novels at home, ha ha."

Lin Qiang laughed loudly: "Writing novels? Just you? Still writing novels? How much money can you make by writing novels?"

Yang Fan ignored him, turned around and walked to the bathroom, intending to brush his teeth and wash his face, but Lin Qiang also followed.

"Tell me, what kind of novel are you writing?" He was a little curious.

"The content of the novel I wrote is esoteric and difficult to understand. Your IQ may not be able to understand it." Yang Fan squeezed the toothpaste on the toothbrush.

Lin Qiang leaned against the bathroom door with a smirk on his face: "Oh? Profound? Are you writing pornographic books?"

Yang Fan's mouth was full of toothpaste foam, he didn't bother to talk to him, he waved his hand at him, motioning to get out of here quickly, and closed the bathroom door smoothly.

At noon, Yang Fan suggested that the two of them order some takeaway food. Lin Qiang thought the proposal was good, and agreed with both hands, and the plan of ordering takeaway food was ready to be implemented.

But Yang Fan said that he has no money in online banking, and Lin Qiang said that he does not have domestic online banking. What should we do?
In fact, what Lin Qiang said is the truth. You do not have domestic online banking, but what Yang Fan said is not true. Doesn’t he still have 120 yuan in his WeChat wallet? , and resigned again, no income, even afraid of spending money on Northwest Wind, let alone lunch for two.

Yang Fan said: "Why don't you do this? I'll order a cash-on-delivery one. The food is here. Are you paying for it?"

Lin Qiang agreed, and the two chose a few mixed dishes, as well as drinks and staple food, and placed an order.

Lin Qiang has never ordered takeaway in China. He used to have a nanny to do it for him. He basically opened his mouth for meals. Occasionally he didn’t want to eat at home, so he always went out to eat fast food. This was the first time he ordered takeaway.

After about three cigarettes, the takeaway arrived.

"It's pretty fast!" Yang Fan said as he opened the door, took the takeaways, and checked them one by one.

"Yes, how much is the total?"

"A total of 93, the express fee is 5 yuan, and you will be charged 98 yuan." The delivery boy said with a smile.

"Lin Qiang, bring the money." Yang Fan called out to Lin Qiang who was sitting on the sofa.

"How much?"

"100."

Lin Qiang searched for a long time but couldn't find where he put his wallet. He threw it on the shoe cabinet as soon as he entered the door, and forgot it after throwing it away.

Yang Fan saw the wallet on the shoe cabinet next to the door, took out a hundred and handed it to the courier: "You don't need to change the two dollars, slow down, master."

Lin Qiang searched for the wallet for a long time but couldn't find it. When he came over, he saw the delivery man took the money and left, and smiled slightly.

"Brother Fan, is this a treat? Thanks."

Yang Fan stopped immediately: "Hey, don't, don't, I should thank you, you spent the money." Then, he patted the wallet on the shoe cabinet and took the takeaway away.

Lin Qiang rolled his eyes at him, picked up the wallet and counted the money in it: "Why is it missing a hundred?"

"How would I know?"

Lin Qiang counted again, but it was still wrong: "Did you steal my money? It's 100 yuan less."

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that the security guard came to the door in the middle of the night, he took out one hundred yuan from his wallet and gave it to the security guard, and said, "Didn't you see that I gave the security guard 100 yuan at night?"

"What, you gave it with my money?"

Lin Qiang sat on the sofa and prepared to argue with him.

"Okay, okay, the richer you are, the more money you get, the more money you get. As for it? When I get rich, I will pay you back with the interest."

Lin Qiang rolled his eyelids, pouted, picked up the drink bottle, took a few sips, wiped his mouth and said, "By the way, Brother Fan, I heard from my sister that you work in an entertainment club? What's the matter?"

Yang Fan, who was eating the chicken leg, choked, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"You, who else can it be? My sister said that you are an executive, and you are more than 1 a month. Is it true?" Lin Qiang showed strong curiosity. He likes to break the casserole Ask the end.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Yang Fan wanted to change the subject, so he turned on the TV and broadcasted the animal world: "Look, this crocodile is too fierce."

"I haven't seen you go to work, how can you earn more than 1 yuan a month?" Lin Qiang asked eagerly.

"Oh, why are you asking so many questions?"

"Who is a child, oh, I see, did you do that......" Lin Qiang made a very disgusted expression: "Hey - it's so disgusting, you did that, right? ?”

After speaking, he still looked disgusted.The so-called "doing that" in his mouth, to put it bluntly, is an illegal industry that collects money to accompany people to "sleep".

"What are you doing? Don't talk nonsense, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

"Does my sister know?" Lin Qiang whispered close to Yang Fan's ear.

"What and what? It's not what you think. I'm a senior manager, not the kind of occupation you think." Yang Fan looked a little impatient on purpose, intending to end the topic.

But Lin Qiang didn't care at all.

"When you just brushed your teeth, didn't you say that you were a writer who wrote novels? How come you are now a senior manager of an entertainment club? I'll just say, just you? Still a writer? Shit writer."

After speaking, he laughed loudly, grabbed a chicken leg and took a hard bite.

Yang Fan snatched it over and said, "Here, you still have the nerve to eat chicken drumsticks."

"It cost me money to buy it, why can't I eat it?" Lin Qiang snatched the chicken leg back and bit into it...

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