Of course, Qiao Yun knew that what he called "misfortune" was a bit funny, just like he first judged that someone had leaked Qiao Xing's identity and then locked in the suspect. It might be a misleading element, but it was absolutely impossible to shoot randomly, and there must be a basis for it.

Qiao Yun fully affirmed her husband's ability, and looked at Lin Zixian's bright eyes shining. She also had the kind of charm that her husband was the best man in the world, which made people feel smeared, but this woman would not care whether others would be smeared.

Qiao Yun is not the kind of woman who is entangled in endless trivial matters at the end of the minutes. After resolving the doubts in her heart, she reached out and grabbed Lin Zixian's hand like a man, and said, "We will go to the beach villa tonight to spend the night."

"Uh..." Lin Zixian twitched for a moment, and he coughed dryly, "Well, I have a friend who suddenly came today, and I'm afraid I can't accompany you anymore."

Qiao Yun's mouth suddenly stretched out slightly, and said softly that she knew, and she didn't force her. She knew that Lin Zixian was not lying, and she did have a friend who came, and she was a woman, with a child.

In fact, there was someone in the tailor's shop. As soon as Yukiko Kawakami went to the tailor's shop to look for Lin Zixian, someone secretly told her.

In the middle of the night, what else can a man do with a woman? Qiao Yun turned her head and looked out the window with a little depression. Why did a woman come to him with a child? What is the relationship between that child and him...

Lin Zixian did not ask her to take her to the destination, and the convoy did not go home directly. Instead, he took a detour outside the Minghua Building. Lin Zixian got out of the car and waved to Qiao Yun, then turned around and walked into the parking lot of the building. The convoy quickly left.

After a while, Lin Zixian drove out and headed straight to the hotel.

In the hotel room, Yukiko Kawakami took off her bright heavy makeup after taking a shower, revealing the temperament of a Japanese home woman. She was wearing white pajamas, barefoots, and her legs were cut, looking out the window with her neon flashing.

I opened the small half of the window slightly, and the night wind blew, and the wavy hair was floating gently. The lights in the room had already gone out, and my eyes looked a little confused against the neon lights outside the window...

After Lin Zixian opened the door and turned on the light, Yukiko Kawakami, who was sitting on the windowsill, turned around and raised her index finger to her lips, made a move to silence, and pointed to the little guy sleeping on the bed, signaling Lin Zixian to keep a low voice, so that she would not disturb the child to sleep.

Lin Zixian gently closed the door, turned off the light again, and took advantage of the light outside the window to tiptoe to the windowsill and smiled: "You are leaving tomorrow. Do you want to take you out for a walk?"

Yukiko Kawakami pointed at the child again, saying that it was inconvenient. She hooked his neck with one hand and laughed in a low voice: "I am more interested in you." She flipped her body skillfully and had already hung it on Lin Zixian's body. She clamped his legs against his waist, put her hands on his neck, and bit her ears and said: "Don't disturb Lin Chuan, let's go to the bathroom."

Lin Zixian nodded, and walked gently towards the bathroom like a thief, holding her butt and holding her.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Yukiko Kawakami immediately showed the tenderness of a Japanese woman again. She gently fell from him, gently took off her clothes to his back, revealing the graceful and sexy back of her body. The pajamas were almost vacuum underneath, and only a small inner part was retained below.

Lin Zixian's blood was gushing, and he directly pressed him against the wall, put his hands up and controlled the full land, and his two heads kissed each other passionately...

Soon, the sound of fierce physical impact came from the bathroom, and the suppressed panting of a woman. I guess I was afraid of disturbing the little guy outside to sleep. In short, the light in the bathroom was endless, repeating the passion from the past and the endless beauty...

The two men, who were resting in the rain, got up from the bathtub indiscriminately. Not long after, the man hugged the woman and returned to the room, hugging each other on the sofa and murmured.

Two adults squeezed into the sofa, and a little guy slept on the big bed, which was really unreasonable. However, not long after, Yukiko Kawakami, who was half lying on his chest, chuckled, and then slid her delicate body towards the end of the sofa, buried her head under him to wait. Master Lin sighed comfortably and bit her lips and endured it.

Although Hua Linglong looks much more coquettish than Yukiko Kawakami, in terms of technology, it is more than a little different from the former, and the latter gives absolute enjoyment...

At Xingcheng Farmers' Market, a man with a loyal face was wearing old clothes and was pushing a load-carrying bicycle. There were piles of iron cages behind the bicycle, which were filled with local chickens sold.

A country man in his early forties in Weishanhe. Last year, Beishan Township contacted 100,000 chickens from which company, and promoted local chicken breeding to local people. At first, not many ordinary people responded, but the cadres in the township worked everywhere and kept telling everyone how profitable it is to raise local chickens, which is more profitable than raising sheep, and ensure sales. This dispelled the people's doubts. Beishan Township sold out all 100,000 chickens.

Wei Shanhe also bought 500 chickens at home, but after breeding them, he found that this thing was prone to illness. He went to the veterinary station to find a solution. He spent a lot of money to buy medicine, but the condition was difficult to control, so he still died one by one. The only benefit is that the food at home has improved and there are always dead chickens to eat.

I finally raised the chickens, and only 500 died in less than 100. However, after counting, after selling these nearly 100 chickens, I can’t say I’ll make a profit after deducting the cost, but I can’t lose much, so I just think it’s a waste of work.

However, what made the villagers angry was that the village head who took office and promised everyone left and another village head was replaced. Regarding the issue of guaranteed sales provided by the village, the new village head pushed all the previous ones, and they were too lazy to worry about it at all.

It’s useless for you to protest the people. If you are reasonable, others will talk about policies, and if you are talking about policies, others will talk about difficulties. If you are talking about official words, the people will talk about them. What else can you do? You can only sell them yourself.

So, for a while, the market was too saturated, and people also said that this was not a native chicken variety at all, so the price was naturally cheaper, which was so cheaper. The more you sold the price, the cheaper it became. Wei Shanhe's family was so painful.

So before dawn every day, Wei Shanhe's wife filled him a kettle and put it in "Guokui" as dry food, and asked him to bring a batch of chickens to the market to try and sell them to see how it was.

In order to save some freight and travel expenses, Wei Shanhe loaded a batch of chickens and rode his bicycle around the sky and the moon until dawn to ride more than 100 kilometers before he arrived in the city.

As a result, you can't sell chickens on the street stall. You were driven to the farmers' market by the urban management. But before you could sell a chicken at the farmers' market, the administrator charged more than ten yuan of management fees first. Wei Shanhe was so frustrated that he squatted beside the chicken stall and smoked.

At this time, more than a dozen young men entered the farmers' market together and looked around. After making a gesture for the leaders, more than a dozen young men scattered into the farmers' market, as if they were asking everyone something.

Wei Shanhe was thinking that these young men didn't seem to be buying things. A young man had already walked towards him, squatted beside him, took out a box of Chinese cigarettes, took out one and handed it to him, and smiled and said, "Brother, ask you something."

The young man was very polite. After Wei Shanhe took the cigarette with a little suspicion, he took out a lighter to light the fire. Wei Shanhe suddenly became a good impression of him and nodded, "What's the matter?"

The young man immediately showed a photo and said, "Brother, have you seen this person?"

Wei Shanhe took the photo and saw that there was a bald man wearing glasses on the picture. A picture flashed through his mind and said in a daze: "What are you looking for him?"

The young man had no hope at all, but when he saw his reaction after hearing this, his eyes immediately lit up, "Brother, have you seen him?"

Wei Shanhe hesitated slightly and said, "I have seen you."

The young man said happily: "Brother, you have seen him where you are? Where are others?"

Wei Shanhe said vigilantly: "You first tell me who you are, what are you doing with him?"

The young man stopped talking, took back the photo from him, turned around and ran away. He ran to the boss on the chair at the entrance of a shop at the entrance of the farmers' market, and said excitedly: "Brother Hai, there is news. The chicken seller over there has seen the person we are looking for."

Brother Hai on the chair immediately stood up. After asking about the situation, the two of them quickly walked towards Wei Shanhe, and Wei Shanhe also stood up and looked at them.

Brother Hai looked up and down at Wei Shanhe, and then smiled on his stereotyped face, pointed to the chicken cage and asked, "Brother, how do you sell this chicken?"

Wei Shanhe replied with a little reserved attitude: "My chicken is good, it is a native chicken. It costs fifteen yuan per pound. It is cheaper if you buy it too much." He felt guilty because everyone in the house said that this chicken is not a native chicken.

Brother Hai looked around and explained that if there was anything to find out, the movement would not be too big. He turned around and smiled and said, "Okay, I bought all of you, but I would like to ask you to send it back for me."

Wei Shanhe was honest, but he was not a fool. He looked at the young man who was asking about it before. He didn't seem to be buying chickens and was a little hesitant.

Brother Hai immediately reached out and took out his wallet, quickly ordered a thousand yuan, handed it to Wei Shanhe and smiled: "Brother, I can't get it back with so many chickens. Give it, this is a deposit, go back to weigh it. If the money is not enough, I will replenish you when I get there, and get more refunds and make up for fair transactions."

After getting the money, Wei Shanhe pointed the number, and he felt much more at ease and became excited.

After the two of them communicated for a while, Brother Hai did not ask about the photos, but asked where his family was and why he was selling chickens here. He was a little confused and dispelled his doubts with a sincere attitude.

Wei Shanhe packed the money and immediately put the chicken cage on the bicycle again. After leaving the farmers' market, he rode his bicycle behind Brother Hai's car, while Brother Hai, who was sitting in the car, quickly took out his phone and reported to him.

In this way, Wei Shanhe was taken by Hai Ge all the way to the warehouse entrance of Jincai Development Co., Ltd., Fatty Cao stood with a big belly and a hand on his back, smiling at the warehouse entrance, Liu Yi and Yue Zeguang standing left and right. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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