0209【Died young】
The man with braided hair just raised his knife and before he could behead Du Yongxiao, Du Yongxiao had already pulled out his gun from the closet.
The gun was placed in the wardrobe and didn't even wear a holster. After Du Yongxiao caught it, he loaded it directly!
Click!
The firing pin makes a crisp sound.
The muzzle was pointed at the man's head of a braid.
Bang!
A gunshot.
The man with a braid holding a machete, stiff in place.
In a moment—
He shook his body and held the machete and fell directly backwards!
Pang!
Falling out on the spot.
"Murdered!"
"It's dead!"
The locker room screamed constantly.
Du Yongxiao was gasping, holding the gun, with blue veins on his forehead exposed, and he looked at the man with braids on the ground.
Until the sound of footsteps came outside.
Hu Xuyong, Baliangjin and the others arrived.
Looking at the man with a braid on the ground, he looked at Du Yongxiao standing there holding a gun in his hands, gasping for breath.
"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Hu Xuyong stepped forward and asked.
Du Yongxiao breathed, "It's okay!" and then pointed at the little confused lying on the ground, "It was him who saved me and took him to the hospital!"
"Okay, Brother Xiao!"
Hu Xuyong made the rescue Xiao Mihuo leave.
He turned around and asked Du Yongxiao: "Do you want to go to the hospital too?"
"I'm going to the hospital? No, I have an important date!" Du Yongxiao held the revolver tightly and looked fierce, "I want to see the Bengya!"
...
Ruyi Building, Haitang Hall.
The "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture" is hung in the most conspicuous place.
"Old Ding, why are you free to come here today?" The restaurant owner is a junior from the Bengyacai club. He only brought people to eat when he saw Bengya. He looked flattering and even more jealous than when he saw his biological father.
"I made an appointment with someone and have a meal!" Benya said, holding the airs.
"If you said earlier, I will leave a better room for you."
"This begonia hall is also pretty good!" Benya put his hands behind his back, looked at the begonia pictures, and tasted elegantly: "I especially like this painting, with a good artistic conception, the begonia sleeps in spring, and people are more beautiful than flowers."
"Old Master is really sharp and can see through the artistic conception of this painting at a glance." The boss gave a thumbs up to Bengya.
I am used to people praising tooth, and it feels very comfortable.
The boss asked the guy to do it and helped Bengya prepare fruits, snacks, and clean tea sets.
The "three generals of the Sangmen" followed by Benyacai, and San Biao stayed beside Benyacai to protect her; San Bo and San Gou were outside, waiting tightly.
Shortly after the boss went outside, he personally brought a little girl who was singing music, came up to Bengya and said, "This little sister is good, and she is both good at both voice and color!"
Bengya was originally an old slut. When I heard this, I looked at the little girl, but I saw her wearing a bun, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, with a very handsome appearance, with big eyes clearly black and white, and a small waist. She held her hands at this moment.
Standing outside the door of the private room with a pipa in his arms, looking timid.
"No, really good." Bengya stared at the little girl without turning her eyes.
"I want to listen to your song, why don't you thank you?" the boss scolded.
"Thank you!" The little girl squatted deeply to the Bengya first, and then spoke timidly. Although the sound was very small, it had a natural tender smell.
This little girl was newly recruited from a restaurant. According to what she said, she did not sell herself because her family lacked money and had three younger brothers and sisters to raise. In addition, her mother also had lung disease and coughed and took medicine all day long, so she had to leave it alone.
Show your face.
Seeing that Bengya was older than her father, the little girl saw him staring at her lustfully, and she looked a little angry.
"How old are you?"
“Seventeen.”
"It's seventeen, it's about to bloom, like a bud." Tooth Benze took an apple from the fruit plate, wiped it casually on his hand, and then took a bite, "How much money did you pay this day?
”
“Sometimes more, sometimes less.”
“What about the most?”
"At most, one hundred." said the little girl, "it is mainly for the guests to reward."
Benya nodded, "I know this. You usually have one yuan short song, three yuan in long tunes, and one hundred yuan is enough for you to sing more than thirty long tunes----"
As he spoke, Bengya took out three hundred Hong Kong dollars from his arms and hung them on the table, "See you are capable, let's sing a song first."
The boss hurriedly urged the girl: "Look at how lucky you are, it costs 300 yuan. It's all yours if you do it! Why don't you start work quickly?"
The little girl walked over quickly and saluted again at Bengya. Then she sat on the stool dedicated to the actor in the corner. She did not rush to start, but waited for the guy to make the tea and exit and close the door from outside.
Then, his hands spread out and he played up and down on the pipa.
Benya squinted his eyes, sat in his seat, ate an apple and said, "Let me think about it, what should I sing? With that, today I am in a good mood, so I can sing "The Emperor's Flower" for me."
"Uh, how could it be---" the little girl was stunned.
"The Flower of the Emperor" is a very famous Cantonese song, but the content is rather miserable. Few guests will order this song when they are entertaining guests.
"Okay, boss!"
The little girl responded softly,
Then the sound of the pipa sounded, and the Cangya beat the legs together with the song.
After the prelude was finished like flowing water, the girl opened her lips and made a sound, and her voice was gentle and long: "Falling flowers are covered with moonlight, I borrow a cup of recommendation on the phoenix platform. The Emperor's flower is filled with tears and burns incense. I wish to die and return to Xie's parents...
”
"Okay! Sing well!" Benya opened his eyes, "Your song is exactly what I feel! Someone is going to lose, but it's a big fuck. I want to give the wine to the sky, but the sky is open!
”
When the little girl heard this, she was about to continue singing, but Bengya said, "Don't sing anymore, come here and say a few words to me!"
The little girl was a little timid, but she had to get up and walk towards this old man who was older than her father.
"Watch closer, why are you afraid?" Benya smiled evilly.
The little girl had to bite her lip and take another step forward.
"That's right, I won't eat you!" Bengya reached out and pulled the little girl to his thigh.
"No!" the little girl exclaimed.
"I don't want anything? I'm in a good mood today. As long as you serve me well, three hundred and five hundred will be no problem!"
It was only then that Bengya wanted to attack him, but the little girl hid and refused to let him touch him.
"Mad, don't be ignorant of politeness!" Benya got angry, "It's your luck that I like you, don't struggle anymore!" As he said that, he tried hard to pull the little girl into his arms.
"Come on, let's celebrate your dreams, celebrate your untimely death----"
As soon as Bengya said, someone at the door said, "You are dead young?"
While speaking, the door opened.
Sang Bo and Sang Gou, who were holding the door, were pushed in with a gun at the head. Beard Yong and Baliang Jin were surrounded by Du Yongxiao, majestic.
"Master Cai, you are in a good mood. If you pay homage to the pier, you will still have the mood to suppress the begonia!" Du Yongxiao smiled.
Only then did Benya be shocked and it was hard to believe his eyes.
Sang Biao, who was responsible for protecting Bengyacai in the room, was about to pull out his gun, but a gun was pressed against his head: "Be careful of the fire!"
Looking at that person again, it was the little girl who played the pipa just now.
At this moment, the little girl smiled, not as timid as before.
She looked at Du Yongxiao and said, "Report to the sir, Huang Ying reported to you!"
Chapter completed!