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The men's bathroom at the end of the 16th floor of Prince's Building, No. 10 Chata Road, Central Ring Road.

A middle-aged financial elite in a suit and tie combed 30% of the 70% of the financial elite carried her trousers and opened the gate to release the water: 8==D--·--·····

He frowned, the pipes were so painful that they were burning. When he was middle-aged, both kidneys were gone, and lime fell from the barrel.

Only—hard, squeeze, urinate.

(>_

I sighed in my heart that it was probably because of the kidney stones that were serious again. I waited for a long time but still made no achievements. At this moment, a life-saving whistle suddenly sounded next to me: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Oh~~~~~”

The financial man moaned, and the waterway collapsed a little, and the smoothness was much smoother. This comfort gradually improved, as shown in the picture:

ぷ█———Oh!

A kick in the end!

When did you become the number one in the bathroom?

Just today! It’s at this moment!

"come on!"

Just at the critical moment, a sudden burst of encouragement came from his ear. He opened the gate with one hand and looked back, (卡卡) - In a moment, he was so angry that he almost didn't raise his breath.

Behind him, four or five burly men stood quietly, and he had never been watched by so many men.

"Don't be distracted, do your best. Come on - Come on!" The leading man suddenly voiced like thunder, clenched his fists with both hands, stared at the bird, and encouraged: "Come on! Come on! Come on, come on, let's all--"

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

I have been urinating, but I am very lingering because I know that peeing is not urine in the ordinary sense.

Work hard!

Come on, shout!

The whole atmosphere has been set off here!

Outside the door, the person who wanted to enter heard the cheering sounds in the bathroom, hesitated for a while, but still did not choose to go in.

Tick ​​tick tick tick…

The urine is soft and silent, this urine...

"Oh--" The leader sighed, as if he was hitting the middle-aged financial man. He knew that he was ashamed of the end of the day... The other party was disappointed, as if he was under a horse racing.

“??”

"Boss Song, don't be anxious, don't worry, let's talk about it after urinating first. Otherwise, do it again?" Qi Tongwei waved his hand and was eager to try.

"Who are you?" Boss Song also reacted, obviously these people came to find themselves.

"Boss Song is so forgetful. This morning, you still asked us to make a fuss about our boss's bottom line. I forgot it until noon?" Qi Tongwei smiled and said, "Since you don't pee, then let's get it up first... But does Boss Song need to change his pants?"

Looking at the wet pants of tick.

Song Yayun calmed down and tried to ask: "Did you come from the searchlight media?"

"Will you know if Boss Song and us go there?"

"What do you want to do? Kidnapping?" Song Yayun said softly: "I am a person with status, you dare to touch me..."

"It's boring." Qi Tongwei sighed and said helplessly: "We are serious people, how could we kidnap them?"

Song Yayun looked down at the pistol that was pressing against his waist.

"I have offended many people today. When I look back, Qi must have personally pleaded guilty to Boss Song in Xiangji.

The boss asked me to hire someone, but I thought it would definitely be done. But after thinking about it, I was afraid I would not have such a big face, so I had no choice but to come up with this bad idea.

Boss Song, look??" Qi Tongwei looked at the other party with a smile.

Song Yayun still looked at the pistol at her waist.

“I have a choice?”

"Probably not."

"Do you need to put on a black cloth cover?"

Qi Tongwei looked surprised and laughed: "Mr. Song, who do you think of us as?"

Huh—Song Yayun breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't believe you, just go back and get trapped." Qi Tongwei added.

“…”

Downstairs, two classic seven-seat black windows, Previa parked on the street. After a while, he saw several middle-aged man with slightly wet legs in suit and ties.

...

"When you go, you say more good things to your boss. It is normal for men and women to love each other, but you are secretly photographed and really affected the market conditions of "Huang Feihong". After all, a salty and wet guy does not meet the image of Huang Feihong in the audience's hearts...especially in the summer season..."

Looking at the 18-hole court not far away, Cui Baozhu told Li Lianjie earnestly, "Don't act impulsively."

"Sister Baozhu, I understand." Li Lianjie looked tired and absent-minded.

He was a little nervous, and he didn't expect that what happened last night was secretly photographed.

When he woke up, he suddenly became dizzy when he saw gossip news in newspapers, magazines and TV.

This kind of scandal is too destructive for a star in this era, and it can even instantly destroy his career. This is definitely a disastrous blow to the ambitious Li Lianjie.

"Let's go, remember what I said." Cui Baozhu couldn't help but remind him again.

The two got off the electric car and walked towards the venue.

...

"nice shot--"

The five-story white building stands on the edge of the golf course, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to see the undulating meadows and sand ridges of the course.

A standard snooker table is placed in the center of the room more than 2,000 feet.

Wu Xiaozu stood on the side of the ball table, wearing a simple open-corner white shirt, unbuttoned two buttons, half-rolled their sleeves on their elbows, and paired them with comfortable and loose khaki Chinos pants. He was on the desk with his upper body and waved his arms, creating a good defense.

Luo Zhaohui, wearing a black shirt and a black suit, applauded and applauded, and there were several sofas next to him.

The eldest son of the Zheng family stood by and watched with a club in his arms.

Xi Liu Ze, a big horse-drawn sword, sat on the sofa, while tasting wine, staring at the TV hanging on the wall, and the horse racing was playing.

Da Liu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, watching the golf course not far away with interest, wearing a smug tailored skirt, the plump and elegant, beautiful and dignified He Pangpang stood next to him.

"This ball is so smelly..." Liu commented on the court not far away with his hands behind his back, meaningful.

"It's half a pound." He Chaoqiong, who was so beautiful and moist, replied meaningfully, turned to look at Zheng Jiachun, "Who do you think will win?"

"Haha, Daddy will call you to go home to play cards at night." Zheng Jiachun smiled silly next to him, and did not accept He Chaoqiong's words.

"Uncle Tong is right. Playing cards depends on character. If you can win, you must be able to afford to lose." Liu Liu Luanhong was next to him and suddenly said with a smile, "Azu, if you lose, get off the table quickly, don't be strong..."

"I know if I will lose until the last point?"

Wu Xiaozu couldn't help but smile, put away the pole, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "People must always be a little persistent, right?"

"Then... this is just stubbornness." Liu Luanhong smiled and teased, "By the way, what has Ayao been busy with recently? He didn't see him playing cards. This made you, the big director, have to speak out in person... You may not have any other plans, right?"

"If you are quiet, you will think of moving." Wu Xiaozu smiled narrowly, "Brother Hong, what are our plans?"

"I can't get it." Liu Luanhong smiled, meaningful.

"You're just thinking too much." Wu Xiaozu smiled faintly.

Although everyone sat at a card table, as Wu Xiaozu became stronger and stronger, their relationship became more subtle.

Many things are nothing more than that.

"The closing price tonight is 16.5 yuan, down 1.5 yuan." Sima Xiang, who had not made any noise, spoke lightly.

Bang!

Wu Xiaozu "does the ball" again to defend, and the elegant and charming He Chaoqiong next to him glanced at Sima Xiang lightly.

...

Damao Mountain is lush and desolate, with few people on the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, Husband Kun Yazhou squatted on the stone and smoked. There was a cigarette butt on the ground. Next to it, a horseman holding a signal receiver with a sweaty face. The big brother on the ground never sounded.

"Is Big D the side?"

Looking at the square wooden frame rolling down the hillside, Hu Xukun couldn't help but mutter, "Why haven't I heard of such a fierce man in the world? But this trick is really so ruthless... Damn, Fei Cheng said it cost a cent every time, a total of 15 times. How many times have it been now?"

"Seven times, boss."
To be continued...