Chapter 2: He has a lot of problems.

There was a fight over here, but the group there was unresponsive, and they were busy recommending themselves to the show.
The show is also a group performance, but in this group of people is already a wrist, he has no response to the people around him and self-recommendations.
The arrogant gaze swept around the crowd, and like a little animal, the qualified ones were selected from the inside, "You, you, and you ... the rest is gone.
"The selected one followed the show like a jackpot, and the unselected one had to wait a long time.
As soon as Li Shang arrived here, he saw a fight between Han Dong and a middle-aged man, because he didn't dare to rush forward to persuade him because he didn't understand the situation.
"Who is fighting over there?" "It's my buddies who squat with us every day.
Li Shang frowned. "Then he was beaten. Why don't you care?" ""tube? Why bother? I can't even control myself! Besides, every time he picks someone up, he will probably choose him.
Even if there is only one place, as long as he is here, others will not play.
Li Shang glanced at Han Dong. He has long legs and good body condition. He was probably selected because of his body.
As for the face, it can't be handsome or ugly, but it is very recognizable and you can remember it at a glance.
"You just can't wait to see him because of this?" Li Shang asked again.
"It's not just waiting. How can I say that this kind of person can't make a deep relationship.
Li Shang was interested, "Why? What is he like? "He? There are more problems than that.
The first is that he is lascivious, the hooligan is not serious, and I don't know how many girlfriends have been changed.
Second, I like to brag and feel good about myself all day.
The third is the chronic child, the grind, the more anxious you are, the more he will drag you.
The fourth is that he has a lot of eyes and special calculations. Most people can't deal with him.
Fifth, the gods and gods are like psychics. Sometimes he looks at people and things with precision ... "Before he finished, the news broke up and rushed to the door. Really a lot of work! "Hang Dong, who was in a" fighting battle "there, saw a group of people rushing to the door, anxious to swear at the middle-aged man:" Fuck me! For a moment, the middle-aged man was really stunned by the sharp eyes of Han Dong, but he slowly eased over and dragged Han Dong to the road farther, and the two men tore again.
Although Han Dong had young legs and feet, he had a poor body shape, and the middle-aged man's thick arms easily threw him.
I wanted to have a shoulder fall, but instead of falling to the ground, I fell to the fence.
Han Dong's shirt was torn open, and the hole in jeans was also inserted into a twisted steel pipe, causing the entire person to hang down on the railing.
The middle-aged man gasped for a while, feeling almost the same, and turned around and walked away.
"I fuck! Put me down! Lao Tzu posted a note to let you go to the hospital, believe it or not?" Han Dong struggled as he yelled, but he was helpless with his clothes. Not only did he not get rid of it, he put his shirt hem to his face On the waist, his waist was exposed to the cold wind, and his two long legs were raised in the air with high profile.