occupy boyfriend

The Municipal Traffic Management Bureau took over the army.The head of the detachment came to receive the person in person, ordered several monitors to adjust the electronic eyes, started tracking from the back door of the TV station, and quickly found out which street the motorbike troublemaker disappeared.

He turned around and was about to pass a cigarette to Xing Likun for a chat, but found that the door of the monitoring room was open to the wind, and the man had already run away and disappeared.

I'm thinking about getting my daughter-in-law back, so I don't have the time to waste time with you.

Xing Likun didn't wear a helmet, and the warm wind in early autumn swept across his thick black and stern eyebrows. With a big wag, he stopped at the door of a certain tool shop, went in and picked up a few things, and rode to his destination in one breath with the accelerator pedal. This unrenovated residential area is densely populated, and there are a lot of motorcycles and small four-wheelers parked on the street.

Surveillance can only chase cars, but cannot track which door or house the cyclist has entered.

Xing Likun recognized the car, slowly stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, took two hard swallows, kicked the car to the ground, the motorcycle alarm sounded immediately, and was trampled on Two rearview mirrors were dropped, the small leather cover of the seat was lifted, and the barrel of the steel cannon that was panting outside was crushed...

A man ran out from a nearby small door, a tall man with high cheekbones and a mean face, "Who the hell touched my car!"

Xing Likun stretched out his hand to point him in the air, with an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth——Son, you are the one who is looking for.

That person was terrified when he saw Erye Xing's height and shape, and he could tell at a glance whether the other person was an idiot or a real Hades, turned his head and ran away, Xing Likun bent down leisurely, picked up the rearview mirror In the past, it hit the back of his head, and the man fell to the ground and rushed three meters forward. His skin was scratched from his chin to his lower lip, and he was swollen with blood.

Xing Likun walked over, squatted down and took a puff of cigarette, "Where do you live, my brother will come into the room with you to chat."

The man was about to cry, "Brother, don't, which crossing are you? We have something to talk about!"

Xing Likun scoffed coldly, what can I say?Have you talked to my wife yet?

He picked up the man from the ground with one hand, put it away and patted the dirt on his chest. The man's legs were trembling, and he didn't dare to look into Xing Likun's eyes. Li Kun picked up the things he bought, and led the way into his small rented house.

As soon as he entered the room, this man was obediently squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, and was kicked by Xing Likun from the northwest corner to the southeast corner. His ribs were aching, half of his front teeth were broken, and he kept begging for mercy. I used money to do things so many times that I couldn't figure out where the mistake was. After Xing Likun brought out a bucket of industrial glue, I realized which piece of iron was kicked...

"Brother, I'm wrong. I'm also doing things for others. Otherwise, can I tell you who made it happen?"

"Why don't you see what's wrong with us? I also have some money. I'd like to compensate your brother... I didn't intend to hit him at the time, he blocked it by himself..."

"That's just some glue, it's not that bad for people, you don't have to be so serious..."

Xing Likun didn't pay attention to anyone, he fumbled around and found a washbasin, poured two barrels of glue into it and let it dry for 10 minutes, which happened to be the time when the viscosity was the highest.

He bit his cigarette butt, and stared at the man with a half-smile, the man's back felt cold, he closed his mouth and calmed down his despair, knowing that he couldn't escape this trip, he was glad that he didn't dare to throw anything more ruthless...

"Take off your pants." Xing Likun tilted his head and let out the cigarette butt, squinted his chin, "sit in."

"..."

"Waiting for me to help you?"

The man had no choice but to take off his clothes and cover the bird, and squatted on it like a child's urinal, sobbing and not daring to drop his butt, for fear that if he sat in it like this, he would have to stick to the basin and go to the hospital for scrubbing. It would be too fucking embarrassing, maybe Gotta catch a bird...

Xing Likun didn't talk to him, he stretched out his hand and pressed the person in, and he couldn't move even half an inch.

The glue irritated the pores and seeped into the two most important outlets of the man. It was burning, itchy and numb, much stronger than the glue he used when he poured Song Jin on it. It feels like even the turns of the intestines are almost stuck!

Xing Likun took out a condom from his wallet, carried the remaining glue into the bathroom, and after a while, a small water polo came out and called him, "Open your mouth."

"Ah?" The man squatted there with his knees hugged, his face covered with tears and snot, and he was crying, "Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, drinking this will kill you! Woooo Woo..."

"I don't have to let you drink it, hold it." Xing Likun gently stuffed it into his mouth and patted his face, "Pinch the watch by yourself, or sit for half an hour, or bite the condom and go quickly The hospital washes the stomach and esophagus, and I will come back to see you after I have a meal, so don't play tricks."

"Well!!!"

The man squatted, not daring to move, watching Xing Likun leave with the door open, the chrysanthemum and the bird were almost swollen from the glue, and there was a time, time, bomb, saliva in his mouth. It dripped down his chin, and his mouth was so sore that he twitched involuntarily, and tried to open his eyes and open his mouth to calm his breathing, fearing that he would bite through the thin cover.

He didn't know at all that as soon as Xing Likun got out of the alley, he rode his car and drove home, rushing to see his wife.

The unlucky one obediently swallowed the water polo for 10 minutes, his lower body was numb, his calf turned, and he couldn't hold it any longer. Stuff, I just scratched my throat and wanted to vomit, but suddenly I felt something was wrong...

Why isn't it sticky, and there's still a pissy air?

Looking down at his own bird, he wanted to cry without tears, it was soaked in glue and turned into a hair cake!The seams of the buttocks are also densely packed!

He poured a bottle on others, and he suffered two barrels, but it was a small business of three thousand, and the medical expenses had to be paid more than thirty thousand.

Two days later, a tall man with missing teeth and big legs, wearing a mask, smashed the glass of Han Sheng's new car, and poured a full twenty barrels of glue into it. Han Sheng didn't even open the door, so it was scrapped. .

When Xing Likun came home, Song Jin was still sleeping, the anti-allergic medicine had taken effect, the swelling on his face had subsided a lot, and the subcutaneous bleeding had condensed into little red spots, which looked much stronger than before.

He stretched out his hand to gently stroke his daughter-in-law's short stubble, the hair was sharp, but the bottom was soft and gentle, just like Song Jin, who removed the seemingly hard shell on the outside, and the inside was hot and soft. Huge heart, covering him, covering this family.

Xing Likun used to be very annoyed by being detained, Xing Zeqi didn't get angry and didn't go home, any little Pang family would dismantle his partner if he was too pretentious, but he was the only one who didn't face Song Jin, like a big iron lump that was invulnerable to water and fire. When the magnetic pole is touched, it sticks up automatically and spontaneously, and does not want to let go for a second.

He loves to see Song Jin wearing an apron in the kitchen making soup and cooking for him, loves to hear Song Jin lying in his arms plotting to kill Tianlin, and loves to see Song Jin pretending to be angry when he breaks into an empty door, kicks water and throws a towel in the shower Son……

He loves everything about this person, from hair to toenails, to the bone.

Han Sheng and Tianlin's debts, he will accompany Song Jin, and get back every penny.

Second Master Xing's eyes were too revealing, Song Jin was burned awake, rubbing his eyelids without eyelashes, dazed, "Why are you still squatting... Aren't your legs sore?"

Xing Likun kissed him, "Sour, rub it for me."

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Jin's hand and put it on his crotch, and rubbed it against his dishonest thing twice. Song Jin's ears burned red, and he said angrily, "This is called a leg?!"

"Why isn't it called a leg?" Xing Likun raised his eyebrows and smirked, "A man's third leg."

The two of them were making a fuss when Song Jin's cell phone rang. Xing Likun pressed on Song Jin's body without moving. He lowered his head and stamped Song Jin's clavicle and chest. He reached for the phone from the coffee table and pressed the speakerphone.

"Brother Song!" The little assistant over there wailed.

Song Jin was taken aback, "...Ah Si lost the ranking?"

"No, we won, a crushing victory! The number of votes outside the arena is slightly higher than ours, and all the scores in the arena are way ahead of him! Didn't you see that Ah Si scored a record-breaking score Afterwards, Zheng Yao's face turned green, and he went off-key, hahahaha..."

Song Jin listened with joy on his face, his two long legs hooked around Xing Likun's waist spontaneously, he didn't care if the belt was pulled, he was just happy.

"Brother Song, you are amazing. Fortunately, the bag I took had a spare accompaniment. The accompaniment we put on the TV station was lost! It's just inexplicable. The assistant director was so scared that he was sweating all the time, and he couldn't find it everywhere before the rehearsal. thing!"

Song Jin didn't say a word, lost?

The management of the TV station is strict, where it is so easy to lose things, but Huang Si was also lost. This is Tianlin's handwriting. He can't compete with his strength, and his petty tricks are disgusting.

The little assistant chattered a lot, whoops, was kicked by someone, Huang Si gestured at him 'face!Ask face! !Hurry up and get to the point! '

The little assistant muttered aggrievedly: Why is the game not the point?If you are not satisfied, you can call yourself!

However, he was also worried about Song Jin's injury. It was so swollen at the time, so he quickly asked, "Brother Song, how is your face?"

"It's okay, just some glue, I'm allergic, just rest for two days."

Huang Si sat in the corner silently, staring at the crystal trophy of the MainPOP monthly list, not at all happy.

He successfully lost the burden of plagiarism in MainPOP, and returned to his high popularity to counterattack successfully, but Song Jin's previous sentence of "obligation lies" at the back door was more than worth the pride and satisfaction brought to him by today's glory and fans, and he lost. Abandon armor.

He even lost his mind when he was singing on stage, "There is a shadow of missing between me and you."

Song Jin always walks ahead, making him envious and yearning, but he refuses to look back at him.

Huang Si has always been proud, but now he is walking on thin ice.

Since Song Jin is not interested in him, then simply draw the line of separation completely, the two of them are just artists and managers.

Artists don't need to care so much about their managers...Anyway, they must never make personal phone calls!

Huang Si gritted his teeth, tapped his phone under his hands, and looked up the local prescriptions for skin allergies. If you want to relieve swelling, relieve pain and itching, it is best to use food, which is safe...

"By the way, Brother Song, there is one more thing...that," the little assistant lowered his voice, and secretly complained to Song Jin, "Can we reimburse the money we gave to the TV station? Ah Si brought out the microphone."

"Ah?" Song Jin wondered, "Why is he carrying a microphone?"

"He was afraid of something powerful at the time, and he was unwilling to wash his hands to know your situation, so he went up to the rehearsal. As a result... the microphone couldn't be removed."

Also because of this, Han Sheng bought an internal 'helper', but he couldn't find a chance to work on Huang Si's microphone. He set up several methods of splashing glue, throwing out the accompaniment, and malfunctioning of the microphone on stage, but none of them worked.

I also paid for a new car of my own, and the plastic film on the seat was not removed in time...

Huang Si had a steady typhoon, and he gave a generous speech to thank him for winning the top spot. Before going to the chief director, his expression was sincere, "Director Liu, I think this microphone is very suitable for me, and it helped me get the top spot, can I buy it? "

Director Liu, "???"

"I'm willing to pay three times the price!"

Director Liu, "..."

When Huang Si came out holding the microphone, he waved goodbye to the fans in a graceful manner. As soon as he got into the car, he grinned and broke the microphone, sweating profusely. It was sticky together, the little assistant comforted the irritable Huang Si, and quickly drove the car to the private hospital of Haicheng Agreement.

When Song Jin hung up the phone, his trousers were pulled up to his ankles, and Second Master Xing became impatient.Zhang entrance painted moist.Slippery, I didn't realize it was used on the grandson until I looked through my wallet, so I just took it.Slip and snort yourself two, and send them directly inward.

Song Jin shuddered, dodging the kick, "Contour! Put on the condom!"

"Baby..." Xing Likun kissed Song Jin eagerly, panting heavily, "I won't let it in."

Song Jin rolled her eyes, saying that every time you don't want to wear a condom, you have to get it in every time, what a fool!

But if he really wanted to wait for someone to go into the bedroom, get the condom and put it on, he didn't have that patience, so he sighed, put his arms around Erye Xing's sweaty neck like a steel bar, and watched the man's ups and downs.Sensitive shoulders, back and gluteal muscles, eyes trembling and humming, "Fuck... Take it easy..."

"Okay, take it easy."

Song Jin gritted his teeth, and was discouraged again by the ups and downs.

Forget it, it has one meaning anyway!