Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

Only then did he wake up completely, "I'll go! What the hell is this? I, Xu Damao, am smart and confused for a while. Compared with stupid Zhu, I will lose here. I don't accept it!" He kept thinking about it, unwilling to accept it, and he was indignant, and his fists were clenching!

In order to avoid getting excited, he still held it back and cherished the only hard-earned clean pants left.

He covered his back with one hand, clamped his legs tightly, and his face was red from holding it in.

Squeak! The old wooden door slowly opened, and He Daqing walked out in a black coat and glared at Xu Damao, who was supporting Xu Damao who was standing at the door with one hand.

"You busybody, what are you doing in front of my house? Is it possible that you are also interested in the old man? Where are you coming from? Where are you going? Don't delay me from doing my business here!" Putting his hands on his back, the serious expression on his face was beyond tolerance.

There was an irresistible aura of wisdom between his eyes and brow bones, which made Xu Damao instinctively take half a step back and lean his back against the wall.

I was shocked, "Wow! He Daqing's eyes are exactly the same as Director Li's. He wants to eat people. He also looked at people like this when he attacked me that night. Why is my heartbeat speeding up now? Why do I feel so embarrassed?"

impossible things....."

That's right, when Xu Damao and He Daqing looked at each other, they suddenly felt a little itchy. It looked more like they were being forcibly bent. Even in his dreams, he never expected that a strange psychological change would begin.

At this moment, he clamped his legs even tighter, fearing that he would be unable to hold back his excitement. When he smiled slightly, he even looked different. Today's Xu Damao is no longer the straight man he was before. In other words, he has become even more incredible.

"Hehehe, Uncle He, it's so early. I just came here for a walk. If there's nothing special, I'd better go back. Just take it easy." He turned around, maybe because he was clamped too tightly, his legs were shaking.

Just move forward.

For him, the further away he felt, the safer he would be. At least he wouldn't have to be insulted by an old man. Nothing could be more embarrassing at this time.

Unexpectedly, He Daqing had no intention of letting him go, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

"Ahem! Do you want to leave like this? It's a beautiful thought. No matter what you see from me, you are thinking too much today anyway, so you have to pretend that you didn't see it." The gloomy voice made people listen.

Purple.

Five fingers had already grasped his collar tightly, and he was pulled up on the spot, grinning... The clothes were pulled and made strange noises, which showed how strong the force was. The authentic successor of Tan's cuisine really lived up to his reputation.

Xu Damao was so frightened that he trembled all over. He turned around and stared at the person in front of him with frightened eyes. He was not afraid of being beaten. For half a second, all he saw was other people.

That's right, seeing He Daqing as Director Li, the experience that night was vivid in his mind, and he was hurt even more deeply, and his psychological shadow turned into an insurmountable gap.

"Uncle He, please show some respect. If it weren't for your age, I would have slapped you a long time ago. You can't even try to take advantage of me. You have your own heart...Besides...you also

Not my style..."

Originally, the first half of the sentence was already wide open, but when he looked at the old man in front of him, he felt inexplicably flustered. The second half of the sentence immediately softened, and his face became shy.

He involuntarily raised the orchid finger on his right hand, and his mustache trembled, which was no longer understandable to ordinary people.

He Daqing looked at it with wide eyes. He let go of his hand and fell to the ground. He looked panicked and stepped back.

"Where did the monster dare to harm the people in this compound? It's unreasonable. It quickly showed its prototype in front of the successor of Tan Family Cai." He waved his ten fingers and was about to hit the lifeline.

At the critical moment, Xu Damao stood up, covered his back with his right hand, and raised his left hand to parry.

"Uncle He, please wait a minute. I saw what you did when you returned to the gate of the compound last night. If you don't want me to tell you, please..." He still clamped his legs and stood up straight, looking satisfied.

Face proud.

Because He Daqing was really frightened when he heard this sentence. He shook his fingers back and forth and even spoke in a calm tone.

"What are you talking about...what did you see? When I came back last night, I picked up some tattered clothes in the trash can at the entrance of the compound. Is it possible that you also like it?"

At this time, Xu Damao stopped holding it, patted his clothes, pointed at Qin Huairu's house, and said softly.

"This matter can't be solved like this. The key thing is that I saw Qin Huairu throwing out the clothes. I'm afraid you had an affair with her, and then the clothes were left in the house.

You must have forgotten to wipe your mouth while eating, right? Hahaha!" Finally showing a mean smile, a long-lost expression and laughter, Xu Damao finally returned to the sanctimonious and out-and-out "hypocrite"

It was indeed when He Daqing got to his heart that he put away his arrogant expression and became calmer. The gloomy look on his face made people feel uncomfortable all over.

What was unbelievable in his heart was that Qin Huairu had thrown out the torn and patched clothes, and his heart was filled with all kinds of emotions. He remembered that his second wife was also a widow, and she also had clothes with patches, so he picked them up out of this instinct.

return.

Bah! Pushed the door open with one hand, "Tell me, what do you want? I will miss you in all calculations. How about we come in and talk about it. There are many people in this courtyard. Be careful not to have ears in the partition wall." The people have already left.

As we entered, our steps seemed heavy.

This time, Xu Damao didn't understand even more. He was half-convinced and muttering in his heart.

"Is it possible that there is some secret hidden in these tattered clothes? If it is so important, why throw it into the trash can? There must be something hidden."

He clasped his legs and stepped on the threshold, but he hesitated and stopped. His whole body trembled slightly. It was not because he was afraid, but because he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Uncle He, why don't we just forget it and let's talk another day. This matter is definitely not over. You hide your things. I have to go back and change my pants. I really can't hold it in anymore."

The other party didn't understand what this meant at all, and his face was full of doubts. He was holding the patched and tattered clothes in one hand and the scissors in the other hand. He frowned and became scared on the contrary.

The seventy-year-old man had lived for most of his life but could not see what kind of medicine Xu Damao's gourd contained. He could only give up with a slight nod. The thoughts in his heart suddenly became a little different and he put down his things.

"Even if you go far today, I won't care about you. Next time, please save yourself. Please do it yourself." Seeing that Xu Damao had left early, he walked quickly and closed the door, bang bang!

In fact, in his dark heart, Xu Damao could no longer tell the difference between He Daqing and Director Li. When he entered the house, it seemed as if he had relived that night. He was covered in cold sweat, his clothes were soaked, and he couldn't hold his pants in, which was just an excuse to escape.

He had obviously caught the opponent's little tail, but he still lacked the courage to blackmail him severely. It seemed that Xu Damao was not only injured physically, but also in his intoxicated heart, which seemed to have become a lingering psychological shadow.

When he returned to the house and closed the door, he clutched his thighs with both hands and trembled, leaning against the door. It took him a while to move. His body was out of control and his mind was on the verge of collapse. A large amount of sweat fell from his forehead and dripped on his neck.

Panting, I couldn't calm down for a long time.