Chapter 1577: Invincible Black Powder (10)

An Ji lay on the sofa, her hands hanging down from the sofa, and her fingertips just hit the scattered paper on the ground.
The amber eyes stared at the crystal lamp above their heads blankly, and the shattered light spread across the eyes, like scattered diamonds, shining brightly.
Ding Dong
An Ji looked at the door.
Are those people coming over to trouble him so late?
Ding Dong
An Ji got up from the sofa, stepped on the paper all over the floor, and opened the door.
There was no one outside, and there were two bags at the door.
Anji frowned, he looked into the corridor, the empty corridor, no one.
After a long while, he squatted down and slid the plastic bag with his hand.
The plastic bag was not what Anji thought it was. It contained something disgusting. Inside it were a few delicate small boxes that looked like supper.
An Ji squatted there for a long time, and finally he got up and entered the house with the two bags.
An Ji closed the door and placed the bag on the cabinet in the hallway. When planning to go out, he took it out and threw it away.
Such things of unknown origin, where can quietly dare to eat.
Those people...maybe what will happen.
-
A certain district.
"Old Feng, your car is good? You just bought it?"
Feng Yong got off the new car he mentioned, his face full of pride: "Five hundred thousand, how about it."
The man was surprised: "Where did you get rich?"
Feng Yong suddenly became humble: "I didn't get rich, I didn't get rich."
The man sighed: "Old Feng, you are not kind, you have a way to make money, and you don't talk to your brother."
Feng Yong: "Where can I make money? I will never forget you."
The man was obviously not convinced: "By the way, I heard that you were beaten into the hospital the other day?"
Feng Yong: "Who did you hear?"
The man said: "My aunt works in the hospital. She said she saw you, and there is a very beautiful girl to see you. Who is that person?"
Feng Yong shook his heart.
He said perfunctorily: "Just a child from a relative's family. I was drunk and fell a few days ago. It's nothing serious. Well, I will go home first."
Feng Yong hurried to his home.
Feng Yong was the man who was beaten by An Ji in the bar that day.
He woke up not long after he was sent to the hospital.
Then I saw Chu Zheng and asked him if he wanted to be private.
Feng Yong was beaten, where is he willing to go private.
When he refused, he said, the other party said that he was willing to give him half a million.
But even if some blood was smashed, the prosecution cost less than 500,000 yuan. Someone gave him money, and Feng Yong had no reason to refuse.
"My wife, I'm back." Feng Yong opened the door and felt something was wrong. Why is it so quiet today?
At this time on weekdays, his wife usually turns on the TV to cook.
Feng Yong looked inside strangely and found that the TV was on, but there was no sound.
"Wife?"
Feng Yong changed his shoes and went in, before he walked into the living room, he was still there.
On the sofa, his wife sat silently, and a little girl sat on the other side, looking at him casually.
"How did you come?"
Feng Yong recovered and went over immediately.
"What are you doing? That's not all there anymore?"
He has agreed to be private. Why did this person come to his house?
How did you find his house?
Chu Zheng glanced at him coldly: "In the bar, did you harass the boy first?"
"Who harassed him first? It was his first move." Feng Yong said.
Chu Zheng: "I watched the surveillance."
Feng Yong's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised the volume: "Let's go out and talk."
"Feng Yong!" The woman who had been silent suddenly screamed, "For so many years, I have been a cow and horse for your Feng family, gave you a son, and inherited the family. That's how you treated me?"
Feng Yong thumped in his heart, with a bad feeling.
He swallowed, pretending to be calm: "Wife, what are you talking about?"
"I said why you don't want to touch me too much, let you go to bed and spend a lot of time, every time you perfunctory things. After a long time, you don't like women at all!"
The woman got up and threw the thing in her hand on Feng Yong's face: "You really make me sick!"
The photos were scattered on the ground, and Feng Yong paled when he saw the people above.
"Feng Yong, I want to divorce you!"
The woman ran out crying, Feng Yong's mind was still buzzing, standing still, his face pale.
"I thought you were just in conflict with him, but I didn't expect you to dare to move him." Chu Zheng's voice pulled Feng Yong's thoughts back: "You are quite bold."
"Are you sick!!"
Feng Yong suddenly roared at Chuzheng.
Run to his house and let his family know his sexual orientation.
He worked so hard to manage the marriage and family for so many years, and it was all over.
Chu Zheng: "Who made you move him."
His sexual orientation has nothing to do with Chuzheng, and he shouldn't be wronged.
Feng Yong drank some alcohol at the time. Seeing that the boy was alone, or the type he likes, driven by alcohol, he just wanted to go up for a chat and take advantage of it. Who knew that these things would happen later.
If he knew, where would he go.
Chuzheng walked out of the community.
Feng Yong's wife was standing outside the complex with red and swollen eyes and tears.
She stopped Chuzheng: "Thank you for telling me this, otherwise I will be kept in the dark by him, maybe I don't know it in my whole life..."
A woman is not discriminatory, she just can’t accept it, her husband is...
And he also deceived himself to pass on the family to their son.
Chuzheng thought about it and asked her to remember a phone call to herself: "If divorce is difficult, call me."
The woman was tearful, her voice choked: "Thank you."
[Congratulations to my sister for getting a thank you card×1]
Chu Zheng: "..."
I'm here to teach people who bully my good guys.
-
An Ji didn't expect that for the next few days, he would receive supper every night.
The things delivered are different every time.
One day Anji went down the street and ran into a shop with the same logo as the bag. He thought about it and entered that shop.
When I came out, I was carrying a small bag in my hand, that's just a little... more than two hundred yuan.
Of course, An Ji is not unable to afford it, but who gives him those things every day?
[Ji: You gave me something? ]
[Jiu Jiuling: What is it? ]
The bar owner responded quickly.
[Lonely: picture]
An Ji posted the picture.
[Jiu Jiuling: What is this? food? I didn't give it to you, did you receive it? ]
An Ji frowned slightly as she watched the news from the barkeeper.
[Jiu Jiuling: Don't eat randomly. I heard that some fans are crazy, maybe poisonous! ]
[lonely:……]
At some autographs or events, some writers did receive some messy things. I heard that some writers received food with needles hidden inside.
But An Ji never participated in these activities.
No one knows where he lives, and readers are unlikely.
An Ji put the phone in her pocket, and when she walked down to the unit building, she saw a few people standing below from a distance.
It was those people who came to ask about his mother's whereabouts a few days ago.
An mother coaxed the man to give her a house, and heard that she still had a lot of savings.
Now things have fallen, and An's mother is nowhere to be seen.
He became their target.
An Ji didn't want to quarrel with these people, turned and left.
"Wow……"
The cry of the child came from the side.
An Ji looked over there, and a little girl stood in front of a child who seemed to be only three or four years old. The child looked at her and cried hard.

Monthly pass, babies!
Duck!
Duck!
Duck for Master Zheng! !