Chapter 39: 39th Distress

The night is far more loyal than human beings. No matter how the solar terms change, every day always keeps its promises and arrives on schedule.
After work, the surrounding lights were neon, and Youyan just felt empty in his heart. The promise of January is not so much a guarantee to Xu Qing as it is to completely block his own road.
A hug, a kiss, as long as it is his, she will be lost and lost, and he can never see him again, and goodbye will never be inseparable.
A few meters further is the bus stop.
There was a sudden smell of condensation in the air. You talked for a while, and your arm was sore, and you have been taught to hold your body.
"Take this woman away. Pay attention to your movements. Don't provoke people."
A voice sounded behind her, full of bloodthirsty vigor. With all her strength, she struggled in those two clenched hands, but in vain, she bit her mouth open and sneered, the other person grabbed her hair, and her scalp was hot. Tears.
Only then did she see that there were five or six men around, one of them pressed her in her arms, her hands clasped her mouth, and the others looked around vigilantly.
Soon she was dragged into an alley where a car was parked.
Fear filled her heart for a moment, but she couldn't scream, she could only say the name in her heart.
"Where's the little mess!" Suddenly, someone appeared from the shadow behind.
Several men immediately surrounded her and looked alertly.
But under the dim streetlight, two men's figures appeared, one with anger on his face, and one with a cold description.
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She was shocked and happy. It was Xiao Er and Zhang Lei!
I can see that Xiao Er is very hot, and she is still cursing something in her mouth, but can the combination of the shopkeeper and Xiao Er have a chance of winning, she is afraid to affect them.
Zhang Lei's eyes glanced gently at her, with a touch of appeasement. You Yan suddenly felt a strange sense of peace of mind.
"Don't be afraid." His voice fell, and his figure, like an off-string arrow, had disappeared into place.
At a young age, the tea was steaming, and you gazed at the cup handed by Zhang Lei.
Someone is impatient.
"It's time to return to the soul." Xiaowen's five or five fingers shook vigorously in front of her.
Zhang Lei was much gentler, reaching out and patting on her shoulder, "It's okay."
"Boss, Xiaoer, thank you."
Suddenly she got up and bowed to the two of them, and her stern expression made Xiao Er laugh with a smile.
Zhang Lei said: "You can't make your boss cry in vain."
Thinking of the military value of the two, Yau Yan was still a little stunned, she tentatively said, "Have you ever run a slaughterhouse or the like before, and then switched to selling coffee?"
Zhang Lei's mouth was tense, he didn't hold back, and finally laughed out, "Your boss hasn't opened a slaughterhouse, but he has been practicing martial arts for a few years.