I want to be a good person

He withdrew his gaze from the woman's face beside him.

The wax on the car body was indeed smooth and had no burrs.

Wipe, scrub, wash, blow, and finally rinse clean to leave you looking radiant.

Looking across the table at the side, there is an 18K gold Rolex watch, an emerald ring as green as a deep pond, and two gold coins that were raised for free.

From now on, all you see is money.

Since you’ve struggled to the end just for enjoyment, why not take advantage of your youth, ride fast and enjoy the spring breeze, and enjoy all the beautiful flowers in one day!

People, when you are rich, you change your wife; when you are noble, you change your friends!

What are you afraid of and what do you value?

Perhaps what the slogan advocates is what is lacking.

Can time really solve everything?

Not necessarily. The reason why contradictions exist is that problems keep occurring. If the root cause cannot be solved, no matter how much you talk, it will all be nonsense.

Today we can lie in bed and talk about our thoughts, discussing the length of pi, the distance between points, the piston power ratio, and the acceleration of gravity.

Tomorrow we may part ways unpleasantly due to conflicting positions.

Cherish the present and live in the present.

"You bold monster! Where can you escape? Take this blow from me!"

"Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, you are amazing."

The goblin felt the pain, so he gathered his strength and used all his strength to fight on equal terms.

"You monster, you are neither a humming general nor a ha general, why do you keep imitating others, making humming and ah-ah noises non-stop?"

The goblin's face was flushed red. The fight was very exhausting. He was like a fish out of water, with his mouth slightly open.

"Great Sage, please take back your magical powers."

The goblin begged.

"Ding-ding-ding."

The phone rang, and on the other end was an old man with white hair and beard, who said with a smile: "Great Sage, spare his life!"

The wind disappeared, the monster is still a monster, and the monkey brother is still monkey brother.

The openness of the Republic of China was relatively contradictory, with the opposition between tradition and Westernization, the conflict between morality and desire, the proliferation of socialites and celebrities, and the prevalence of white-collar gangs.

The old man in his sixties didn't come over, but just asked when we would go back.

The voice is very vicissitudes of life, and I guess its role at home is just a vase.

The higher the position one reaches, the less concerned one is about matters between men and women. One is broad-minded and the impact is small. As long as there is no big uproar, one can just close one's eyes and let it pass.

I heard that the three-surname servant was captured by the Kuomintang government. His wife went to the leader Lao Xu to spend money to avoid disaster, and took the initiative to stay at his house for more than ten days before he was rescued. He went to the Japanese with hatred, and her husband wanted to continue their love as usual.

The spring breeze turned into thick rain of love, and Hu Die lingered for many years. When the weather cleared, she returned to Hong Kong, washed up, and went on to spend the second half of her life with her husband.

What is this, what inheritance?

It's so eye-catching and shocking!

The smell in the Chevrolet was fresh, and Zhang Aiguo was in a great mood. They agreed to visit each other often and learn and improve together, one to point out the depth, and the other to be tolerant.

Far water cannot quench near thirst, and it’s useless to just sit there doing nothing.

The car drove out of the gate and turned onto the road, moving slowly. The height, weight, depth and width of the people all had different scenery and flavors.

The shiny cars were neither hurried nor slow. In addition to automatic transmissions, air conditioning and convenience features, cars from the late 30s had windshield wipers, combination taillights, brake lights, bumpers and a dashboard with a speedometer and gas gauge, making them quasi-modern cars.

How to effectively fish in the open ocean?

The car stopped in a busy area, and Zhang Aiguo hid in a cafe and ordered a cup of freshly ground coffee.

The spoon slowly stirs the cup and some sugar dissolves.

There was a motorcycle parked at the door that had been ridden twice.

The car in the distance had been trampled over by two groups of people, and some people even stuck their heads to take a look inside.

There are people coming and going, some people pay special attention, while others don't care at all.

After waiting for half an hour, two men in suits walked up to the car and stopped, one of them keeping watch while the other leaned against the door.

After a while, the car door opened, one person sat in and started the car, while the other person observed the surrounding situation and quickly walked from the front of the car to the passenger seat.

Zhang Aiguo stood up and pressed down a five-yuan Central Bank note.

Ride a Harley two-wheeled motorcycle, put on a simple helmet, and follow the car from a distance.

The car was not at all shy about whether anyone knew about it and drove openly.

The spies are the running dogs of the Japanese devils. The arbitrariness of power makes them arrogant. Who can control them?

With delegation and assignment, the higher-ups are still waiting to share the money. The rules have long been formed, the profit sharing ratio is unshakable, and there is a guaranteed minimum dividend. What an enterprising organization.

“This car is so easy to open.”

The driver was happy and his skills improved, making him at least three seconds faster.

Hard work can make you rich, but you must take the wrong path.

"There's no license plate, no car donation, it doesn't look like a new car."

The person in the passenger seat felt around up and down.

"Maybe it hasn't been registered yet. The inside of the car is very clean and there's even a radio."

I reached out and fiddled with the knob for a while, and the damping and rebound felt very good.

"Oh, there's warm wind."

"Close the windows to prevent fogging inside."

The car passed the inspection of the concession patrol and the pseudo-police and drove westward towards the road construction across the border. Could it be heading to the base on Jessfield Road?

Bad land in the west of Shanghai.

Caojiadu Wujiaochang.

Little Shanghai in the west of Shanghai.

The car slowly drove into a repair shop and the door was quickly closed.

Zhang Aiguo stopped his motorcycle and pretended to be a pedestrian approaching casually.

"Wang Wang Wang"

There was the sound of a dog barking so ferociously that the iron chain rattled.

In the middle of winter, dog meat is rolled over and over again, and even gods cannot stand.

"What are you doing? Get out of here right now."

A small window opened on the tightly closed door, and a pair of sharp eyes looked over, speaking harsh words as soon as they opened their mouths.

The moment the window was closed, Zhang Aiguo saw through the gap that there were several brightly colored cars parked.

These people are really bold. Apart from money and women, it seems that nothing else matters to them. All that's left is naked desire.

Just as I was thinking about how to get in, a few cars came from the west.

Seven or eight traitors got out of two Ford V8s and formed a circle.

A fat man, wearing a custom-made suit, with a short haircut, a cigar in his mouth and a bulge in his waist, got out of a black Buick Century in the middle.

The attendant picked up a cloak and put it on his shoulders, and followed closely behind him. Is the leader going to inspect?

No prior notice, no watering to clean the streets, no waiting, no sending out secret guards to impose martial law?

Zhang Aiguo was a little confused. Isn’t he afraid of being assassinated?

It seems that he has not fully grasped the essence of being an official and is not impressive enough.

It is inevitable that there is some contempt, because the official authority is not enough!

Uneducated, mud-legged people, and wild boars cannot eat fine bran.

The dog didn't bark, but whined a few times.

As expected, dog meat is not considered presentable.

In less than half an hour, the gate opened a crack, and two traitors came out first, scanning left and right several times, especially observing the commanding heights.

There were only three chirping birds left on the branches in front of the door, with bright feathers and clear voices.

"boom"

The two surviving birds were startled. Their lives are short, so who did they offend? They don’t eat your food.

cautious.

Zhang Aiguo gave a fair evaluation.

The door opened.