Urban Playboy - C70

Qin Feiyan’s partner hadn’t come yet, so when I sat back down on the chair, she came over laughing.

I’m actually very interested in such a nice little girl, not nine points.

Qin Feiyan came up to me and bent over like she was admiring an artifact. She placed her hands on her knees and looked at me; I almost laughed out loud.

I seem to understand that it was my image of Stallone as a tough guy that attracted Qin Feiyan so much that she didn’t want to leave for a long time.

Another possibility is that the dancing partner Qin Feiyan was waiting for was dirty and she didn’t like it at all.

The people are no less open now than they are in the country. People used to talk about how the country should be cleared up, but now they don’t seem to be hearing that kind of jarring talk; because we’re on our way.

Thinking about Tang Dynasty, our ancestors’ civilization was the most open to the world; a country like the Mi Nation hadn’t appeared yet, and now that we’ve caught up, it’s like a dream for our ancestors.

Does emancipating the mind also involve emancipation? No theorist would dare to admit it openly, but the big guys knew it.

As I say, some of our achievements have now left the so-called powerful Mi far behind; largely because of our insistence on openness and emancipation of consciousness, anyone who speaks without conscience is farting, and no one will pay any attention to it.

When Qin Feiyan sat beside me, she first attempted to carry her on his shoulder. Think about it, how would you react if a pretty girl was carrying you on his shoulder? It had long since melted half of her body.

Qin Feiyan saw that I was unmoved after carrying me on my shoulder, so she simply grabbed onto my hand in a spoiled manner: “Aiya, Brother Guzi, aren’t you going to dance with Feiyan? I already told you my name, but you’re still afraid that I’ll lie to you! ”

Right after Qin Feiyan finished speaking, the lights in the ballroom suddenly lit up. It was the time when the dancers had to rest after a chapter of music was played.

When the lights came on, I sized Qin Feiyan up. Seeing that she looked like a sweet female student, I couldn’t help but ask: “Is Miss Qin a student?”

“Yeah, Brother Guzi, you have good eyes!” Qin Feiyan took the opportunity to grab my hand and shook it: “I’m a sophomore in the Chinese department of Tiannan University. Oh, after the summer vacation, I’ll be a junior!”

I was startled and thought to myself: Why is a sophomore like me … I didn’t think deeply and agreed to dance with Qin Feiyan.

The lights dimmed once again, and the overflowing voice resounded once again. Qin Feiyan stuck closely to me, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, I held her close to my ear and asked: “Feiyan, who are you waiting for?”

Qin Feiyan gave a disdainful “Ai” reply in anger, “Brother Guzi is still asking. He’s an ugly, old and useless person!” Qin Feiyan’s words confirmed my deduction.

Stunned, I pushed Qin Feiyan away and stared into her eyes. “Ugly, old, and stupid, why are you looking for him!?”

Qin Feiyan pulled my hand and placed it on her plump bosom: “What kind of director is this, feeding me with 5000 yuan a month, how can I complete my studies?”

I feel as if my heart has been turned over, bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, astringent, and so on.

I stared at Qin Feiyan, and once again hugged her to my arms and danced with her heavy steps.

Another girl who was willing to spend all her money just to finish her studies? Was He Ye like this, or was Qin Feiyan like this?

The reason for this was that the poor wanted to go to school, that they wanted to change the family environment, and that the country also gave huge sums of money each year.

But there were too many poor students, and they had to eat without paying their tuition fees; and where did the money come from, and where did they spend it? Asking his parents, who would find it hard to even support him, for help was impossible.

Therefore, at the annual assembly, there were heartless delegates who said that the children of the poor should not go to university. Wasn’t this just bullshitting?

If there was any equality in society now, it was the university entrance examinations; poor children had to go to college to lay the foundations for a change in the family environment.

But when you enter a university, you have to have the money to complete your studies. There is no reason to lose your dignity; you have to lose your morals.

But who can explain morality? Morality is a bundle of cardboard boxes on the back of a dilapidated wife on the street?

Morality is the head of the bent old man in the poor mountain?

Morality is cheap rouge and perfume on the face of a street girl?

If everyone was spending hundreds of thousands of yuan on a single night like KTW, why would they pick up trash, dig up herbs, and sell themselves for money!

I thought about it in my heart and couldn’t help but have the urge to fight against injustice. I lightly kissed Qin Feiyan on the lips and said, “Sister Qin, tell Big Brother. “What’s his name?!”

“His name is Zhu Zaoshan, he is director’s guarantor!” Qin Feiyan was very grateful that I kissed her, and said emotionally: “It seems to be from West District!”

“West District!” I called out, and Qin Feiyan kissed me on the cheek and asked: “Are Brother Guzi and West District familiar?”

I hurriedly said, “Not familiar, not familiar!” But I remembered the Secretary Youlan.

Wasn’t the Secretary Youlan the head of the West District? I know her!

Zhu Zaoshan was one of Secretary Youlan’s subordinates, yet he actually dared to raise a female student.

I silently pondered for a while, wanting to find the Secretary Youlan to extend his hand and grudge it to Qin Feiyan.

But on the other hand, if I were to report this to the Secretary Youlan and beat Zhu Zaoshan up, who would give him 5,000 yuan a month, without 5000 yuan, would Qin Feiyan be able to complete her studies?

Furthermore, I am not from the disciplinary committee, and Secretary Youlan and I only know each other; isn’t it too much of a fantasy to look for Qin Feiyan and punish her?

I complained to myself before asking Qin Feiyan, “Little sister Yan!”

I called Qin Feiyan Little Sister Yanzi, and Qin Feiyan was so excited that she didn’t know what to say. She rubbed her plump butt against my chest and said, “Brother Guzi is so good! Yanzi is Brother Guzi’s little sister, and this little sister will not give it to Zhu Zaoshan, the bastard! ”

I pandered to Qin Feiyan and asked, “Swallow, tell Big Brother how Zhu Zaoshan tormented you!”

Qin Feiyan suddenly grabbed onto my leg and shouted: “Brother Guzi, that thing is so long!”

He blinked his eyes as he stared at me and said, “Brother Guzi, that bastard Zhu Zaoshan can’t even activate it. Every time he sees me, he makes me use my mouth … “His hands …”

To match the sweeping, omit 200 words here…

I was so angry that smoke was coming out of my seven orifices. I bit Qin Feiyan’s lips and waved my fist: “Swallow, Brother Guzi wants to take care of this pervert …”

Before I could finish my sentence, I was struck on the head; when I turned around, a short, fierce man was standing behind me, punching me.

Seeing that, Qin Feiyan anxiously used her own body to carry the short guy back and angrily shouted: “What are you doing! “You didn’t arrive late. I found a partner, but I didn’t do anything. I just danced. Why did you hit him …”

Before Qin Feiyan could finish his sentence, a short stature rushed in front of me once again and aimed at the back of my head and violently struck it three times with “Dong Dong Dong Dong”.

I felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground before I realized how strong this guy’s fist was.

I steeled my mind and lunged at the short man to strike back with my fists, but I was pulled away by someone else.

The person beside me pulled away his short stature, but this fellow jumped up and down in an unrelenting manner. He rushed towards me and roared, “How dare you touch my woman! Go back to your mother’s womb and then come back!”

The security guards came over to stop the chaos, I stood by and stared at the guy; Qin Feiyan looked at me with teary eyes.

I think that this guy must be the director Zhu Zaoshan from the West District Social Security Office who kept Qin Feiyan.

How could someone as virtuous as him be in the government? I fiercely said in my heart: endure this for now, when the time is right, I will skin him.

“This guy hit me with his fist with a lot of force. Is he a practitioner?” I said in my heart, unable to contain my anger, “It’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. That son of a bitch actually punched me three times in a row in public! “F * ck you, just you wait. One day, your elder will be waiting for you to beat the crap out of you!”

Aren’t I trying to comfort myself with a mule’s belly? He’s just an official director. As a wandering university student who doesn’t even have a job, how could it be easy for me to beat his sh * t out of him?

Suddenly, I thought of the Secretary Youlan! Isn’t the Secretary Youlan the secretary of the regional committee for West District?

The Secretary Youlan seemed very satisfied with my performance at the Inda Road Police Station. She even asked me to call her before she left, but why didn’t she give her a call to tell her that one of her subordinates was a university student and was still at the “Black Light Ballroom”.

I thought excitedly and took out my cell phone to call the Secretary Youlan. Unfortunately, I didn’t record her phone number.

When Secretary Youlan asked for my phone number, I dictated it to her and she wrote it down on her phone. Secretary Youlan didn’t call me after she memorized my phone number, so how could I have her phone number?

After Zhu Zaoshan pushed me away from Qin Feiyan, he started to shake her in his arms; I sat by the side and watched Zhu Zaoshan dance on the dance floor, wishing that I could find a knife to stab the dog.

After the melody, the lights on the dance floor lit up once again. Seeing Zhu Zaoshan sitting not far from me, with one hand pressed against her chest and his eyes closed in enjoyment, the anger in his heart began to surge.

I looked at him in the lamplight and saw that he was definitely no more than 1.5 metres tall, about 50 years old, with a fat beer belly and a bald head that was not overgrown with weeds.

I thought to myself: How can such an image become a director? that seriously affected the government’s image and kept eating young grass…

As I thought about it, I suddenly remembered an old saying: “The hatred for the murder of my father is irreconcilable. The hatred for stealing my wife is as deep as the ocean!”

The f * cking Zhu Zaoshan dares to hit me? What’s the difference between killing a father and stealing his wife? I must take revenge on this stupid donkey!

I secretly took out my cell phone and pretended to play with it. I took photos and videos of the guy’s back, intending to stay and keep them for later …