"You...who are you?" Zhou Le's head was still in a confused state. When he felt someone grabbing his arm, he immediately resisted violently and shouted: "Don't fucking touch me!"
"Hey! You have quite a temper?" Hui Ge pulled his head off: "I just touched you, what can you do?"
"roll!"
"Haha, little brat, there's no need for you to scold me. Just wait, I'll take some photos for you right away." Brother Hui turned around and asked, "Is there anyone who knows how to put on makeup?"
A strong man in the crowd raised his hand: "Brother Hui, I used to put makeup on dead people, okay?"
"That's great! Go get the cosmetics you bought and give him a professional street look."
"Okay brother!"
"Come on, come on, let's all move and brighten up the lights!"
Under the command of Brother Hui, a group of people helped Zhou Le change clothes and put on makeup.
After ten minutes of busy work.
Zhou Le was wearing black silk stockings and a suspender skirt, and collapsed on the ground without any strength.
He looks like a contemporary patient with gender cognitive disorder.
"Put the whip and restraints on him, and take the electric ones and put them next to him." Hui Ge came on the scene in person, holding up the camera and said: "Yes, yes, this is the position, don't move, brother. I’ll give you a close-up.”
"Crack!"
The dazzling flash made Zhou Le subconsciously raise his hands to cover his face.
"Fuck! You usually take photos of other girls. Are you shy? Just wait, I'll add some drama to you." Hui Ge pulled his neck and asked: "Are there any muscular men here? Take off your clothes. Put on a hood and lie next to him, take a photo and I’ll reward him with 10,000 yuan!”
…
In the ward of the provincial hospital.
A rapid ringing of the phone woke Mo Qi from her sleep.
She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, picked up the phone with a confused expression, answered the call and put it to her ear.
"Hello...who is this?"
"Qiqi...it's me..." Zhou Le's half-dead voice came from the phone.
"Zhou Le?" Mo Qi suddenly raised her head, her eyes became more alert. She looked at the empty hospital bed and asked, "Where are you?"
"I'm in a supermarket in Jiangbei. There's a cargo station next to it called Ocean Freight. Can you come and pick me up?"
"Wait for me there, I'll be there soon!" Mo Qi hung up the phone and hurried out of the ward.
…
In a small supermarket in Jiangbei.
Zhou Le hung up the phone and sighed: "Alas..."
The supermarket owner stretched out his hand: "Fifty cents."
"I know, I know!" Zhou Le glanced at the boss and said impatiently: "My friend will be here soon. When she arrives, can I give you five yuan?"
Seeing that Zhou Le was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and a very exaggerated make-up on his face, the supermarket owner curled his lips and said nothing.
They dressed up like this and ran to the river bank in the middle of the night.
Either he's a gangster who's being retaliated against, or he's a mentally ill man with no strings in his head!
Forty minutes later.
"Okay, I don't want the phone money anymore. I'm going to close the door and go to bed. You should leave quickly!" The supermarket owner stood up impatiently and pushed Zhou Le out of the door.
"It's too cold outside. My friend will be here soon. Can you just let me stay a little longer?"
"No, get out! Get out!"
The supermarket owner pushed Zhou Le out of the door and pushed Zhou Le backwards with his elbow.
Mo Qi, who drove over, happened to witness this scene with her own eyes.
She pushed open the door and got out of the car, trotted forward, jumped up and aimed at the back of the supermarket owner's neck, giving him a big slap.
"Snapped!"
The supermarket owner was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Mo Qi in surprise, and asked: "Are you doing this? Are you free?!"
"Why did you hit him?!" Mo Qi asked with eyes wide open.
"If he doesn't pay for using my phone, why should I beat him?" the supermarket owner asked with some dissatisfaction.
Without saying a word, Mo Qi turned back to the car, opened the passenger door, and took out a few hundred-dollar bills from the storage box.
Then he walked back to the supermarket door and smashed the banknotes into the supermarket owner's face.
"Is this enough money for you?!" Mo Qi raised her head and shouted.
The way she tossed the money was very cool, but judging from the amount, this pretense was not very successful.
After all, even when Shi Lingyan was at the KTV, she spent tens of thousands of dollars in real money.
Compared with Shi Lingyan, her little money is nothing.
"Enough! You are rich, you are awesome!" The supermarket owner is a common man.
After bending down to pick up the money on the ground, he walked into the supermarket and lowered the rolling shutter door.
"Smelly idiot!" Mo Qi cursed at the supermarket, then lowered her head and looked at Zhou Le, who was sitting on the ground with a decadent look on her face. She fell silent.
Why is he dressed like this?
So fucking disgusting!
However, it was disgusting, so Mo Qi still squatted down and asked with concern: "Why are you Lele? Who made you like this?"
Zhou Le's expression was numb when he heard this, his eyes looked forward blankly, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.
Brother Hui’s group is really terrifying!
Although Zhou Le was not beaten, the mental harm caused to Zhou Le by taking several sets of photos of Hui Ge was far greater than the physical harm!
"You have been sleeping on the hospital bed, haven't you? Who took you out?"
"Why didn't you call me when someone took you out?"
"Please speak!"
Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qi roared in desperation and hit him on the shoulder with a pestle.
Zhou Le felt angry.
But he quickly suppressed the anger.
He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would have to rely on Mo Qi to support him for a long time in the future.
"Don't ask Qiqi, the other party in Wangjiang is rich and powerful, I can't beat them..." Zhou Le lowered his head, his expression extremely frustrated.
"Is it Fang Moxuan who found someone to make you like this again?"
Zhou Le didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.
"Alas..." Mo Qi sighed and said, "I'm sorry Lele, I can't afford to offend Fang Moxuan, but don't worry, I will definitely ask her for an explanation for your matter. Now, can I take you home first? "
I know you can't mess with me, you piece of trash!
Zhou Le nodded after cursing in his mind: "Well..."
…
the other side.
By the time Zhang Xiaoan and Yang Xinyi arrived at the police station, Fang Moxuan had been bailed out by Yuan Feifei.
Of course.
Fang Moxuan's bail was an illegal operation, but she had an awesome father after all.
Fang Jun has made outstanding contributions to the economic development of Wangjiang. In the city of Wangjiang, the Fang family has a immunity card when it comes to small problems!
Fang Moxuan stood at the door of the police station and raised her fingers at Zhang Xiaoan who had just got off the car: "Zhang Ergouzi, get over here!"
Zhang Xiaoan took a step back: "What are you going to do again? I didn't mess with you either!"
Fang Moxuan stepped forward, pinched his ear and asked, "What have you been doing? Why didn't you come and pick me up? Your wife has gone to the police station, so you just don't care about her, right?"
"Ah... I finally got the chance to have you not with me, why don't I have to make a big sword or something?"
Yang Xinyi: "..."
Yuan Feifei: "..."
They really couldn't understand Zhang Xiaoan's brain circuit. Didn't he know what Fang Moxuan's temper was like?
