Chapter 722: Ask for a posture

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Qin Guan, who walked out of the room with a sound, was inexplicably stopped by Bu Qinglu, who came back in advance, and a huge black sunglasses, with Bu Ge's action, was placed on Qin Guan's nose bridge.
"Are you crazy? What sunglasses will you bring me at night?"
"You put your ears together, hurry, and people will bring them right away!"
This is this, this and that.
After a while, Kung Fu Qin Guan's eyes are dripping round behind his sunglasses. Your gun master, I will really play!
However, I like it.
Hearing the commanded Qin Guan, he fumbled and walked into the house by the side of the wall. Why did you ask him this way? The wax wax sunglasses at night, there is no brightness, it is black!
Quickly find a long bench for yourself and sit in front of the four tables of eight immortals. In this dimly lit small room, they ushered in the guests they need to warmly capture by way of arrest tonight.
As the neighbors said, the two suspicious men dressed in black were thrown into the house under the cover of the crowd.
Not to mention the two men pulled hatred, black shirts, black trousers, fake and fake, and a black and gray tie.
In this night even Qin Guan wore pants and vests, the other party was pleasing to the eye.
So, the two people who were surrounded by the empty space in this room, tremblingly raised their heads after the surrounding crowds were quiet.
"Who are you! Do you know what you are doing is dangerous, and it is about to step on the edge of the law!"
"I advise you to stop here no matter what you plan to do..."
And this slightly bolder leader, as he raised his head, saw the true face of the man sitting in front of them in the house.
Then, his mouth, which was as sharp as a machine gun, lost its original function, opened helplessly, and ridiculously could only be used for a ride.
And his conscious and murderous eyes completely changed a channel, no longer fiercely exposed, but sluggish like a dead fisheye bead, motionless.
I saw three people in the hall, one left and one right, one fat and one thin. The white shirt, black trousers, embroidered Dao and justice on the neck, and the tiger and leopard vaguely shaking around the neckline.
Big black pointed shoes, glowing under the dim light bulb, the horizontal knife immediately supported the horizontal handles on both sides of the chair, while slowly groping for the head of the chair, while staring at him with interest.
And the man sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the middle of these two is even more remarkable.
I saw him as white jade, sitting like a loose posture, unmoved, but with an unspeakable charm.
The two steps of the mysterious man sitting in the middle when they came in just now, as a person who eats by looking at other people's faces, it is clearly observed by him.
Everyone's walking posture is different.
Some people are as stiff as wood, and they feel squeaking in two steps.
Some people are Ping Ting Na, and every step of the way is softened into her heart.
But the person in front of him walked on the road, but it was different from the people around him.
There is an indescribable style, which is not delicate, and it is difficult to say that this is rough.
With an unclear atmosphere, it was as if he had taken two easy steps, all with an indescribable charm.
And when he sits there, as long as he wants, he can make people all over the world notice his existence, and if he doesn’t want, it’s not something you can resist that you can’t notice, his charm.
Stable and quiet, but restrained with unparalleled elegance.
Of course, this is when the leader of the man in black in the field only cares to see the position above Qin Guan's face. When he recovers from the trance, he looks at it again, but it is another one. Kind of sight.
The one sitting in the middle, above his neck, a proper son, forgive him, may be really a young and promising entrepreneur.
But then look at this man below his neck, a big vest with pants, a proper standard for small citizens.
Nor does it mean that successful people don’t wear pants, but who wouldn’t wear it when meeting people?
What's more, the man in black lowered his head subconsciously and looked at Qin Guan's feet. Hey, the long ones look pretty!
Pooh!
No! He also wore a pair of slippers! Still plastic feet!
Seeing the man in black here, he suddenly had a bottom in his heart. He no longer had the embarrassment of squatting on the ground now, but sorted out the gray-black tie that was about to become a sling because he was being dragged. , And then waved his hand in the direction of Qin Guan.
"Dude, I have something to discuss."
"Don't care what you do, look at this posture, you must be the rescuer that the old neighborhood here invited."
Speaking of the man in black, he smiled softly, rolled the dust on his teeth because of the dispute just now, and then he slurped toward the land around him. Spit out the sand in the mouth.
"To be honest, I still have contact with people like you, let's say, where are the mixed people in the four-nine city?"
"You guys come back this time, do they know as the artillery head of Dongcheng District?"
"You certainly aren't from this film, otherwise why would you come here to take a trip to muddy water?"
Bu Qinglu on the side just heard the words and smiled, but Wang Hailiang, who had been impatient for a long time, stood up directly from the stool and gave the black man a big foot.
"The one who annoys you like this is the most annoying. The situation between the enemy and us is unclear!"
‘Oh hey’
The man was also able to bend and stretch, rolled his head on the ground, and immediately changed his mouth: "Grandpa! Now you are Grandpa!"
Wang Hailiang looked at Pi Lai, who was opposite him, and it seemed that he was tickling. He had just prepared to take a second foot, and he heard the inquiry from Qin Guan behind him.
"Brother Wang, let's not beat people, to be good citizens who are civilized and law-abiding. Wait for me to ask if he is not satisfied with the answer..."
"So let's beat it to death!"
"Come on!"
Listening to the good-looking person in the middle of the center, what he said was indeed unpopular. As the little black leader's chaperone, he couldn't help but beat a chatter.
Then, the man in the middle of the main hall continued without a trace of smoke.
"I ask, you answer."
"What are you doing?"
The leading man in black had already climbed up from the half-rolled state, and just adjusted his squat position. Whoever thought, the companion beside him could not wait to answer for him. (To be continued.)