Seven Evil Slips

It was Huo Zihong who came, with a long-term tired look on his face, and two deep lines under his nose. Although he looked old, judging from his facial features, he was not bad when he was young.

She is not in good health and gets sick every now and then. She has caught a cold and coughed all the time these two days. She poked her head out from the top of the stairs, even if she was a little unhappy, her voice was gentle and soft: "Kiyo, come to me Come in the room for a while. Also, don't keep bullying... Thirteen."

She actually wanted to call him by his name, but she couldn't remember it for a while: "It's you who gave him such a nickname, so I can't even remember his name."

Kiyo bypassed 13,000 and walked upstairs, the wooden stair boards creaked, and 13,000 heard her voice from a distance: "That's right, he owes you 13,000 Thousands of dollars, sell yourself to work for a year to pay off debts, don’t say I didn’t bully him, even if I really bully a slave, it’s not illegal.”

Thirteen resentfully climbed up from the stairs, cursing in his heart: You are a slave, your whole family is a slave.

Back at the bar, the customers had almost left. Uncle Zhang hunched over the table and swept the floor. After registering the latest drinks in and out of the inventory on the computer, Wan San checked around and quickly clicked on the Tianya website.

He posted a post a few weeks ago, titled "August 18, My Excellent Boss Wife". In this post, his boss lady was code-named Lin Lin, who was just over 1.5 meters tall and weighed about 150 catties. Behavior, Zhou Papi will be inferior to himself in the next life.

Although it is not a hot post, the clicks and replies are quite impressive.

13,000 updated it, "truthfully" recorded what happened today, to the effect that when he was washing cups at the bar, he accidentally smashed one, and the forest proprietress came up and gave him a kick. He was filled with righteous indignation and yelled: " Don’t working people have dignity?”

But Lin Lin sneered, and his face was covered with flesh: "Eat mine and live in mine, you are our family's slave!"

Someone responded quickly.

—Is the proprietress of the landlord sick?

—The landlord yelled well, so he should have slapped him again.

—The poster is a flash, from the previous description, the poster is very capable and can find a job anywhere.

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After reading so many replies and suggestions from enthusiastic people, Wan San's mood gradually recovered. He hummed a little tune to tidy up the bar, paused, and went to refresh the replies again. When he saw one of them, his heart skipped a beat.

—The host has a rich imagination, it would be a pity not to write novels. Are you awake? The cup hasn't been washed yet.

The name of the ID is "Obligation and repayment, it's only right and proper", click in and see, the registration time is not long after he posted the post.

Ten thousand three felt a chill on his back, and after a while he looked up at the ceiling, the second floor of the bar is occupied by people, and the top is Huo Zihong's room, and Kiyo should be in the room now.

It won't be...she who will reply, right?

In the room, Huo Zihong was coughing badly, and Kiyo poured her half a cup of cough syrup: "If you are not in good health, don't walk around. If you don't have a good rest, you should have the energy to protect the villain."

Huo Zihong took a sip, stroked his chest and calmed down: "Kiyo, don't keep targeting 13,000."

Kiyo dragged the chair, sat upside down, and corrected Huo Zihong: "I didn't target him. He is a liar. You should have let the Zhejiang boss send him to the police station."

At first?

Back then, we had to start with the Zhejiang boss.

About two years ago, the Zhejiang boss and a few friends drove the Sichuan-Tibet line by themselves and stopped to rest in Zheduo Mountain near Kangding. He was over 50 years old, and his weight was also developing horizontally. He couldn't breathe after walking a few steps at high altitudes. , when sitting on the ground to rest, accidentally glanced at the way, and the "amazing" figure of ten thousand three appeared in his sight.

It is said that at that time, Yiwan was wearing a riding helmet and tight-fitting clothes, riding a bicycle with a pack bag weighing dozens of kilograms on the back of the bicycle, with a dignified expression and firm eyes.

The boss was astonished. What kind of spirit is it like to ride up the ramp with a heavy load at a place where he is out of breath after two steps?

He hurriedly greeted Thirteen: "Young man, come down and have a rest."

After chatting again, the boss was deeply shocked!

Wan San said that his dream is to travel around the world by bicycle. So far, he has ridden more than 20 provinces in China. He even waved out a flag to show to the boss. There are many signatures on it, many of them are international tourists who came to China to travel. His friend's signatures were all in foreign languages, and Wan San proudly pointed to a ghost-like signature and told him that it was signed by the Belgian ambassador to China.

Then he explained his next plan, riding into Tibet, paying homage to Everest, and then leaving Tibet, riding to Nepal, Pakistan, India, and if possible, riding to the European continent.

While talking, he took out a hard steamed bun, broke off a small half, picked up two pickles, chewed and ate it, and carefully wrapped the steamed bun in a plastic bag and put it back in the bag.

The boss advised him to eat more, only to find out after asking that the remaining steamed buns would be divided into two meals.

The boss of Zhejiang spent his youth in an era of poor spirituality and culture. When he had the money to realize some willful ideals, he already had more than enough energy but not enough energy. It was easy to blindly see his own shadow in the younger generation, so he started With the idea of ​​subsidizing 13,000 yuan, I didn't have a lot of cash, so I raised some funds from friends in the same car, totaling 13,000 yuan.

Ten thousand three was very moved, asked him to sign on the flag, and told him: "I will take the flag with your signature to take pictures all over the world!"

If it weren't for the fact that there was no cash machine on Zheduo Mountain, the boss would impulsively withdraw another ten thousand or twenty thousand to him.

The matter should have ended like this, but who knew that more than a year later, at the Jushun Suiyuan bar, the two met again by fate.

At that time, Wan San changed his attire, wearing a flowered headscarf, a white shirt, and ripped jeans. It was completely different from the image of an eggplant in the past. The boss didn't recognize him at first, he was the same Wansan vented himself.

He chatted with a few friends who met for the first time on the road: "Nowadays, many big bosses like to drive in Sichuan and Tibet and climb mountains by themselves. Lack of money, nostalgia for youth, at this time you have to find the right selling point, sell your ideals and sell your feelings to arouse sympathy. Let me tell you, I have been guarding the Sichuan-Tibet line for a while, and when I see this kind of self-driving car with a mainland license plate, I will pass by. Those people are polite Ah, give me a lot of food and drink, what is the pulsating Red Bull, I made a small 800 yuan just selling drinks. There are also stupid ones, the one that impressed me the most, **** it, gave me a full 13,000 yuan! "

The boss from Zhejiang sat at the table at the back, and started to listen to gossip, and the more he listened, the more something went wrong. When he heard the last sentence, he groaned angrily, supported the table, and rushed over. There were more than 50 people, and he was stunned. Human agility.

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Mudai stared at Huo Zihong: "Aunt Hong, good intentions vary from person to person. If you are 13,000, you should be sent to jail. You actually spent money for him."

Huo Zihong smiled: "It's not for nothing, it's 13,000 yuan, and he's going to work in a bar for a year, so it's quite a bargain."

Kiyo's chin rested on the top of the back of the chair: "Not only is love overflowing, but it also lures wolves into the house."

"Don't be preconceived. These days, 13,000 is doing pretty well."

Kiyo snorted: "I dare to guarantee with my head that he must have tampered with, either on the account or on the goods."

"People will change their ways, and you can't be beaten to death with a stick. Kiyo, that's what's wrong with your character, you're too twisted."

Kiyo stopped talking, and after a while, she suddenly put away her emotions: "Whatever you like, you can do as you like. I'm actually an adopted person, so I shouldn't be so aggressive when I talk to you. I'll change it next time."

Huo Zihong was stunned for a moment, and sighed deeply, she handed a note to Kiyo: "Kiyo, help me go to this place, if it's convenient, we will leave tomorrow."

"Um."

After a brief silence, Kiyo said: "Then I'll go back to my room first, and I have to pack my luggage."

Kiyo has this temper. Normally, she would ask why she went, why she was looking for this person, and if she had any orders, but when she was depressed, she would only reply with one word: "Yeah."

Huo Zihong walked to the door and watched Kiyo disappear down the stairs in a daze. Uncle Zhang came up with a broom and dustpan for routine cleaning. This child, she is not close to anyone."

Uncle Zhang babbled, but didn't look up: "Normally, when Kiyo was adopted, he was three or four years old. He had suffered a lot in that kind of place. What impressed me the most was that she was allergic to peaches. As soon as I came to your side, you handed her a peach, and she quickly took it and bit it big."

Huo Zihong answered softly: "No, in the first six months, every time she ate, she didn't dare to add meat. I said which dish was delicious, but she didn't eat it. Little brat, you put so much thought into it."

At the end, I was suddenly a little sad: "If there was no incident eight years ago, Kiyo might be much better now."

Uncle Zhang straightened up, clenched his fist with his right hand and thumped his waist: "Actually, our little proprietress is already recovering well. Really, go and read the news reports, the little proprietress is recovering very well. "

Familiar footsteps could be heard on the stairs, and Wan San's scalp trembled, and he closed the webpage with lightning speed.

Kiyo came over with a sullen face, originally wanted to ignore him, but after thinking about it, he stopped by the bar and said, "I'm going to Chongqing tomorrow."

"real?"

Wan San was overjoyed and at the same time realized that his joy was too obvious, his voice immediately sank, and his expression changed to disappointment: "No way, I won't see you for several days."

In fact, what he wanted to say was: go, go, don't come back.

Kiyo smiled, making him feel uncomfortable, he understood the meaning there, and told him to be honest.

Ten thousand three glanced at the two bottles of wine on the wine rack with a guilty conscience.

When returning to the room, Shisan passed by the door of Kiyo’s bedroom. Through the half-open door, he saw a suitcase spread out on the ground. Half of it was colorful. The toilet bag with the cat’s head and the bottoming T-shirt with the elephant’s head , ankle boots with tassels, bracelet with bell shells, and the other half, all trimmings, was all black.

Ten thousand three said in his heart: This poisonous woman is a genius.