Vol 2 Chapter 247: Why do you hit me

On the night in Milan, although Zhuo Yang and Fat Guy Laiola left early, he knew exactly what would happen to Jeff Benoit.
Although it wasn't his own hands, he died because of himself. Moreover, Zhuo Yang had already made a killing opportunity, and the result was not much different from his own suicide.
For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yang did not feel fear or fidget because that person was damn. Even if the fat man doesn't show up, Zhuo Yang will surely kill Benoit, and murder will always produce violence, Zhuo Yang's heart will hold back this anger.
Beverly's betrayal made him irritable and annoyed. The conflict between Uncle Jade and Lao Song made him disappointed and angry. Under the pervasive penetration, these negative emotions have been haunting Zhuo Yang until today. Many rudeness lit Zhuo Yang's anger seedlings, and turned into a tyranny of violence, reaching the peak of emotions.
Zhuo Yang needs to vent!
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The road leading to Xiaobailou on the peninsula is still wide. Zhuo Yang sat in a small hanging chair in the dark woods beside the road waiting for Hassan Mido. Mido's motorcycle was parked in front. The little hammock was also the plaything that Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing made from local materials when Midel and her dad Swinburne came to visit the peninsula last summer.
Thinking of Li Xiaoqing who was let down by himself, he remembered Beverly who was let down by himself.
It is for you that I completely betrayed Xiao Qing. But you betrayed me again, Beverly Deng, how hateful you are!
The anger is more burning, Zhuo Yang's double fists are squeezed and relaxed, relaxed and squeezed, and his fingers are preparing for fighting.
Zhuo Yang knows that Mido is not a good stubble. If the pair of scissors thrown to Ibrahimovic in the Ajax dressing room is slightly more than five centimeters, the two great gods in football today will become one. The prisoner and a one-eyed blind man. And before the start of the second half of the season at the "Amphitheater" against Legia, Poland, Mido was very brave, fisted over several times, and the fight was also a good hand.
so what!
Height 19o cm, weight 81 kg, bench press 167 kg, Hasan Miduo these data have passed Zhuo Yang. But what about that?
The convex moon drilled out of the clouds, illuminating the forest road.
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"...Close to you forever, all memories of the past always stay in my heart, my beautiful Egypt..."
Hassan Mido hummed a minor, this "he1a-ya-Ba1adi" almost every Egyptian can sing, is also Mido's favorite song.
Mido was very happy, naturally because he scored again. He was not a fool. Mido showed Zhuo Yang's face when he was celebrating. He knew what he was for when he turned his head, but Mido didn't care much.
Zhuo Yang is a good person. I did a little too much today, but I’m not excited! Zhuo Yang will not care too much. He is an open-minded person. Only a country as ancient and civilized as China, such as China, will appear as a worldly figure.
I turn back to admit a mistake to him, and then drink a drink, and nothing is gone. God’s teachings do not allow us to drink, but who listens? Wine is a good thing. Zhuo Yang is a very good person. This is better than me. He likes me and I like him. I really want to marry my sister Tana to Zhuo Yang...
Zhuo Yang and I are the same kind of people. They are all geniuses. He will never care about me because of Rand’s stuff. I will pay attention later...
Humming songs, Mido walked to the small open space in front of the White House.
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"Hassan!"
Zhuo Yang stood up and stopped Mido who only sang and didn't notice the little hanging chair.
"...Every tear that slipped on my cheek was full..." The song stopped suddenly, Mido turned back and said: "Hi, Zhuo Yang, you are..."
'Snapped! ! ! ’
A slap in the face slaps Mido's eyes to Venus, and dozens of birds appear twirling in circles around his head. Mido was stupid at the moment, and he couldn't focus on his big eyes, and the whole world was dumbfounded.
‘Tom!
Zhuo Yang was struck in the stomach again, ‘wow! Mido sat on the ground with his buttocks, almost didn't break the tail vertebrae.
Uncle Freeman, who came out of the back of Xiaobailou, just saw this scene and ate for a long while. Without a word, he ran to the locker room and shouted. That day, Freeman was beaten several times in order to give Uncle Jade and Old Song, and his bones still hurt. How can he have the courage to advise Zhuo Yang today, old arms and old legs?
Zhuo Yang opened his posture a little bit, waiting for Mido to pounce from the ground, not a life and death feud, he was too lazy to take advantage of the other party sitting on the ground.
however……
Mido didn't jump up, he couldn't contain his anger, he didn't yell at him, he just sat on the ground with his hands spread out, opened his mouth and looked at Zhuo Yang.
Fuck, will you fight? My is carrying an eight-character hand knife, is it a bit embarrassing? The two were frozen weirdly.
After a moment, the muscles in the stunned Mido's face began to tremble, the faster and faster, the nostrils one by one seemed to start preparing for the fire devil.
Yo, finally angry! Okay, I’m standing here waiting for you. The more angry you are, the better. The big fist of Laozi’s sand bowl is already hungry and unbearable...
"Wow--" Suddenly, Mido howled. "Ah--, wow--wow..."
"Wow-Zhuo Yang, why are you... wow-hit me... wow-ah~ah~ah~ I like you so much~EbookFREE.me~ you, you beat me, wow--"
"..." Zhuo Yang hung three black lines on his forehead.
The Egyptian national footballer, the famous center, and the burly man, Hassan Mido, sat on the ground crying, tearing his legs and clapping his hands and patting the ground. He didn't work so hard when his father was out of the funeral. The tragic cry is mixed with the condemnation of Zhuo Yang, and its central thought: I miss you so much, you love you, but you are ruthlessly cold and unreasonable...
Zhuo Yang was helpless, and his head was about to make this liver and intestine broken and stood up. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, crickets, grasshoppers, frogs, and toads in the woods were all scared. The wind did not dare to blow, and the leaves did not dare to move.
Without much effort, Mido was crying out of breath. "Wow--ah~ah~ah~ah~, Zhuo...cough! cough! Yang..., why are you...cough! cough! Beat me... cough cough! ah~ah~ah~ah~" His mother cried and coughed.
Tears splashed out, and snots poured into his mouth. From time to time, a transparent film was formed between the upper and lower lips, and was suddenly broken by the howling air.
No matter how hard it is to beat him, Zhuo Yang wants to squat down to admit Mido's mistakes, and wants to coax him...
Mido's crying gradually and gradually diminished. It was not that he stopped his sorrow, but that he cried too hard and the brain was deprived of oxygen. He needed to breathe in. Miduo sobbed desperately with his big mouth open, the scene was very sad and touching.
Suddenly, with the sound of rumbling footsteps, a large crowd of people rushed over and shouted.
"kill him!"
"Peel him!"
"Do you dare to touch my Zhuoge with a finger..."
"Bash him! Squash him! Get him!"
"Wow--ah~ah~ah~wow--" Mido cried louder, more violently than at the beginning, and the hoarse ghost crying wolf walked around the forest like a donkey.
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