Godly Fisherman

Xiao Peng didn't even look at her: "Miss shopping guide, wrap the same one in the same three colors, and wrap the same underwear as the underwear she picked just now. Gina, there are cosmetics here too. Let's buy it together. Save some Time, don't let them wait, Sauvia and the others are so hungry."

"Okay." Gina hurried to choose cosmetics. White women really can't do without cosmetics. Most whites have rough skin and many pores. So deodorant and depilatory are essential.

Lingling came to her spirits at this time: "Miss shopping guide, don't let them lie. Do you think they can afford to buy these things? These two people are here to make trouble. In the end, you are busy for a long time, they pay It's ridiculous if you can't afford it."

Fan Zhong also strolled over: "That's right, young man, it's a good thing to be competitive, but don't swell your face to fill up the fat man, you have to do what you can."

"Old man, it's my business whether I can afford it or not. It has nothing to do with you. Shut up, no one will treat you as dumb." If it's not a public place, Xiao Peng really wants to smoke him. Big mouth. How can a person of such an old age speak so much more than his brain? Do men really have zero IQ in front of beautiful women?

This is not zero, it is negative!

"Why don't your kid know good and bad?" Fan Zhong said angrily.

Xiao Peng smiled, walked to Fan Zhong, patted Fan Zhong on the shoulder, shook his head, and left without saying a word.

Fan Zhong watched Xiao Peng pass by, and didn't understand what Xiao Peng meant.

Did Xiao Peng let Fan Zhong go? With Xiao Peng's urine, how could this be possible? When he patted Fan Zhong's shoulder, he had injected a trace of magic power into Fan Zhong's body. Don't you like to play petty love? I think you are so old, abstinence is good for you.

That's right, Xiao Peng directly abolished Fan Zhong's little brother. In addition to urinating, Fan Zhong's little brother will also serve as a mascot.

Arguing with such a person? It's never as good to teach him directly.

Xiao Peng, who had secretly dropped the black hand, was in a particularly comfortable mood. With Fan Zhong and Lingling's unbelievable faces, he directly swiped his card to check out and left, and took Gina to buy pajamas for the other three children.

Although Xiao Peng himself is a firm fruit sleeper, it is better for the children to grow up healthily.

"Godfather, I'm so angry today! That old hat just wants to embarrass you and keep you from coming off stage!" Lingling said in the underground parking lot with Fan Zhong on her shoulders, adding gas and jealousy. "Look at that old hat, you spent so much money on that foreign girl, that silk pajamas, godfather, you didn't buy it for me, but he bought three for that foreign girl, and I don’t know what the money is. Where did it come from? Maybe it was stolen. Look at those two people's clothes. There is as much dirt as there is. No way is it like a rich man."

Fan Zhong felt that his head was going to be big. He wanted to come here and spend some money to coax this "daughter", but he didn't expect Xiao Peng to do this. In the end, he had to spend more than one hundred thousand more for her. If it hadn't been for this Lingling's good life and hadn't had enough fun, Fan Zhong would have kicked her away.

Fan Zhong sullenly, and took Lingling into the car: "Goddaddy, can it just be the case? I'm so angry today."

Fan Zhong sneered coldly: "How is it possible! I have never suffered such a big loss! I have called someone to come, we are here waiting for someone to come, and we will show them a good look! I am so angry today! I want to give They have a class. In this society, many things are not just money. Damn, I don’t know where the second-generation prodigal came from. The poor are like rich people. I don’t know what my surname is when I am a little bit rich! Even teach him an education class for his father! Let him know why the flowers are so red!"

Lingling hurriedly pressed to Fan Zhong: "Godfather, don't be angry. It's not worth it because the popularity is broken. What should Lingling do so that the godfather can put off the fire?"

Fan Zhong glanced at Lingling, with a lewd smile: "What do you think? What are the ways to defeat the fire?"

Lingling smiled coquettishly: "God father, I hate it, why don't you talk about it when you go home."

Fan Zhong shook his head, and his breathing began to tighten: "Little fairy, your godmother is at home today, isn't it inconvenient."

"I hate it." Lingling said so, but dropped her head.

Strange, why can't it be hard? I usually get up early like this. "Lingling, feel more comfortable, it doesn't feel much." Fan Zhong directly pressed Lingling's head, Lingling's head ups and downs more vigorously.

At this moment, I heard a man's voice from outside the car door: "Fuck, you guys are good at playing."

Fan Zhong was taken aback. He opened his eyes and saw two men standing outside the car window. One of them was taking pictures of himself with his mobile phone: "This angle is not good, can you change your posture?"

The two men in front of Fan Zhong were Yang Meng and Pan Peiyu who were waiting for Xiao Peng.

Xiao Peng was too late to get down. The two were bored in the car, so they simply got out of the car and smoked a cigarette. It turned out that the car next to him was dangling. The two curiously walked over, they saw such a scene, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Yang Meng directly took out his mobile phone and started shooting.

"Hold the grass, Old Pan, did you find out, this buddy is fine, he didn't respond to the girl who tried so hard? Can you do it?" Yang Meng raised his volume and said to Pan Peiyu.

Pan Peiyu scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Mengzi, are you too much? Is this scared back?"

"No, you don't believe me, watch me take it, I'll go, the old guy is okay, the younger brother is not easy to use, there are people to lick it? Girl, how much does he give you do your best?" Yang Meng absolutely watched. The crowd is not too big for the kind of people.

"What do you do?" Fan Zhong hurriedly pushed Lingling away, put on her pants, and asked loudly.

Yang Meng didn't care: "You continue, don't stop, just treat me as if I don't exist, you can think of me as a folk art worker."

Fan Zhong was able to block Yang Meng's mobile phone: "Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures! You want money, right? I'll give you the money, five thousand is enough? You delete what you took!"

Yang Meng listened and said with a smile: "Let's do it, I'll give you ten thousand, you continue, I will take a little longer, the angle was not good, this time we change the angle, don't think about it, this is for art!"

"Art, you big-headed ghost! Just tell me, how much do you want?" Fan Zhong was confused and yelled.

Yang Meng drew his ears: "Don't shout, don't shout, what kind of consciousness are you? You must have the spirit of dedication to art."

Pan Peiyu covered his face, he felt that Yang Meng was ashamed, but Yang Meng didn't care, he was just a bastard!

Fan Zhong said angrily, "Don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Yang Meng smiled: "Uncle, I really want to see how you would be rude to me. At such an old age, the little brother is not easy to use, and the temper is still so hot, which is not good."

Fan Zhong snorted, "Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, it's too late for you to regret it later."

Yang Meng spread out his hands and looked indifferent.

Fan Zhong wanted to say something, but heard the sound of the engine.

Fan Zhong said with joy: "You two boys, it's too late to leave now."

I saw two vans parked in front of everyone, and more than a dozen young men got off the car, holding steel pipes in their hands, directly surrounding the two of Yang Meng.

These people, it was Fan Zhong who came to pick up Xiao Peng's rescuers.

"Ms. Fan, just clean up these two guys?" The lead flat head walked to Yang Meng's side, pointing at Yang Meng and Pan Peiyu with a steel pipe arrogantly.

Mr. Fan said angrily: "I don't know what's wrong today. I committed a villain? Someone provokes me inside, and someone provokes me outside. I think I'm a bully, right? Give me these two short-eyed people to death. beat!"

The flat head who took the lead walked to Yang Meng with a mocking look: "Boy, who is not good to provoke, you provoke President Fan? Don't blame the buddies for being ruthless, brothers, come on, let go of these two boys!"

As soon as the flat-headed man finished speaking, Yang Meng took a step forward, grabbed his collar, and with a strong wave, the flat-headed man flew out directly, not righteously, and hit Fan Zhong’s car window with a loud noise. The whole car window was shattered, and Lingling who was still sitting in the car was smashed upright. After screaming, she fainted.

Everyone didn't expect Yang Meng to make a sudden move, and even so fierce, they all stood still, looking at Yang Meng.

Yang Meng smiled and moved his hands and feet: "How do you say that sentence? IT’SSHOWTIME!"

. . . . . .

When Xiao Peng and Gina walked to the parking lot, they were taken aback by the situation before them: "Is this a performance art?" Gina didn't know how to answer Xiao Peng's question.

"You did this?" Xiao Peng asked Yang Meng. Yang Meng nodded: "It's really an eye-opener. At such an old age, I still have a dark makeup."

Only then did Xiao Peng see that the pudgy Mediterranean was not Fan Zhong who had had a dispute with him just now?

"Mengzi, tell me first, why did you pack so many people into this car?" Xiao Peng asked seriously.

Fan Zhong drove a BMW X6, the space is indeed not small, but no matter how large the space is, it will not be enough to cram more than a dozen people in it?

Yang Meng laughed and said, "I found out that the space in this car is like a woman's cleavage-ditch. It is squeezed. I tried it. If you squeeze, you can still squeeze in.

"What is going on? Pan Peiyu?" Xiao Peng asked.

Yang Meng shook his head: "I don't know what's wrong. I was exchanging art with the old man. When such a group of people came and wanted to attack me, I just beat them up. I asked Pan Peiyu to watch the children. Go, this scene is not good for children to see."

Xiao Peng is speechless. Should Yang Mengshan be good or cruel?

This poor Fan Zhong. . . . . .

Huh? Fan Zhong has pity for me? Forget it, don't mention it: "Go, eat hot pot."

"En, hurry up, I'm almost starving to death."

Xiao Peng and Yang Meng are star people who will die if they leave the hot pot, and they will not get tired of eating.

Several people joked and drove away, as for Fan Zhong and others. . . . . . who cares?

As soon as he got in the car, Xiao Peng's phone rang, Xiao Peng's eyes lit up when he saw the number, and he answered the phone directly: "Ran Ran, where are you going? Why can't you and your mother call me?"