The jade pendant blows the phoenix and goes to Baiyun Township together in the song.

How can I dream of Qin Tai in the future? I will never see Xiao Lang and Chen Lang.

———

"Jiannan. Do you love me?"

In a villa by the Charles River, Song Xiaodan held his neck with a snow-like neck, his delicate face and cheeks were dizzy, and the smoke in his eyes with starry lights was flowing, full of tenderness.

Shen Jiannan was both ridiculous and crying.

I really don’t understand why women always like to keep their love on their lips and ask for such meaningless things.

Love?

Shen Jiannan didn't know.

He knew very well that for people like him, love was a luxury.

Don't love it?

Not really. But he is really not sure what love is.

Are you willing to live and die or worry about it day and night?

Can you do it yourself?

He habitually closed Song Xiaodan's hair, and Shen Jiannan smiled.

Although I don’t know, this question is not difficult to answer. When I hear such questions often, the answer has long been on my lips.

"like!"

Song Xiaodan was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Although she didn't know why she was not satisfied with this answer.

“How much love is.”

"Baby. Men's love will never be verbal. Love is not what is said, it is done."

"Big bad guy. Just behave every positive all day long. Tell me quickly, don't try to fool me."

"I'm so serious, okay? Is it true that you will be distorted as soon as you understand it?"

"Bow you to death."

"Ha ha."

"Tell me quickly, how much love is."

"Then I said, the road from afar shows the power of horsepower, and people's hearts will be seen over time!"

“…”

“…”

How much love is there?

After Song Xiaodan reminded him, Shen Jiannan realized that he really loved this woman who gave everything to him.

Love is very deep, very deep.

That ten thousand yuan was like a bolt of lightning, echoing in his heart forever.

a long time.

Seeing Shen Jiannan's sincerity, Song Xiaodan fell asleep with satisfaction.

It's already deep at night.

Under the night, standing in the garden, you can feel the little autumn colors of Boston.

The bright moon has reached the sky, and the silver light shines on the earth, like a layer of veil covering Bos.

Shen Jiannan walked out of the bedroom with a bath towel and arrived at the spacious yard.

Peng Er walked out of the darkness silently.

The tall body is powerful, but the silent steps are like a ghost walking in the dark night.

"boss."

Shen Jiannan threw a cigarette over.

Marat Shavich took the cigarette, lit a deep sip, and shrugged as nicotine entered his body.

"Boss. Why do you Chinese have a better relationship, the more you want him to die?"

Shen Jiannan couldn't help laughing.

Swallowed a mouthful of suicide nicotine and quipped.

"Are you still afraid of death?"

"Of course. The country is so beautiful, the beauty is so coquettish, the air is so fresh, the moon is so bright. It feels so good to live freely."

"Then you still smoke."

“But the taste is really great!”

Sadly speaking, Marat Shavich took a deep breath of cigarette and enjoyed the intoxication of nicotine entering his body.

"Have you heard anything?"

"Oh. Nothing special. That bastard went to meet a group of niggers in the morning. I think it might be a plan to rob together. Of course, I think you don't want to hear what he said."

"Where are people now?"

"The monkey is following, everything is under control."

“…”

Eastern suburbs, slums.

The path full of mud is so dilapidated that it is shaky. Walking on the road, you can smell the smell of stench from time to time, and you can even see disgusting feces.

This is the gathering place for blacks and Indians in Boston.

The dirty environment makes people want to frown when they get closer.

Ken Sius looked disgusted and walked into an old building led by a black man.

The three-story old building has been in disrepair and has made people wonder if it will stomp the stairs at any time.

Finally, the two stopped on the second floor.

In a small room with open doors, five or six black men were lying on the floor, like walking dead, looking at pornographic magazines I picked up from somewhere.

The smell of smell came towards him, forcing Ken Xius, who wanted to take a step, to stop.

"Damn it. What a hell. Damn it, what a disgusting maggot."

Ken Sius cursed in his heart.

He has always been very disgusted with black people.

These creatures are naturally lazy and dirty. They can rest for three days after working for a day and tell about human rights every day. They are really a creature that disgusting prisoners.

If he hadn't wanted to use these guys, he wouldn't have come to such a hellish place.

"Hey man, who is he?"

A black man in the room found Ken Sius standing at the door and asked his return companion.

"Tony. He is my friend, hey man, come in first."

A ghost will go in.

After taking a look at the blanket on the ground that was obviously bitten by rats, Ken Sius's eyes were full of disgusting smoke. God knows why these guys are not infected with dysentery and plague.

"Nigra. Tell them about the matter."

The black man who called Nigra started to dance and danced, and told his companions what Ken Sius told him.

"Listen, guys. There is a big business waiting for us and we're going to get rich."

“…”

"Water? You said that woman carried tens of thousands of dollars with her?"

"Yes. At least tens of thousands of dollars."

"Is she a Japanese?"

"No, she is Chinese, Chinese."

"Oh! Oh my God! We're really going to get rich."

"Now. Let's discuss it."

“…’

Soon, Ken Sius walked out of the slum with his mouth and nose covered his mouth and nose. At the moment he absorbed the fresh air, a trace of twist flashed across his handsome facial features.
To be continued...