Yang Luo and Wang Chongyang were sitting at a roadside food stall drinking wine, with some barbecue and side dishes in front of them. > Yawen Bar_w?w`w`. `y?a=w=e=n=8. com and an old-fashioned TV set in front of the food stall is always on, and the news broadcast is playing.
"Crack!" Wang Chongyang watched the news, biting the crispy bone in his mouth, "Damn it, this Yankee really doesn't stop all day long. He built a broken warship and ran over to scare us if he had nothing to do. Do you really think we are afraid of him?"
Yang Luo grabbed two peanuts and still kept them in his mouth, and said with a smile: "We've been reclamating the sea to build islands in the South China Sea, can the Yankees be in a hurry?"
Wang Chongyang sighed and said: "The Yankees are bullying us, but we really seem to have no choice but to watch them show off their power in the South China Sea. m___l Yawen 8 w?w?w=-y=a?w?e? n`8.>
Yang Luozi took a sip of Erguotou and said lazily, "Do you know what the old man said about this matter?"
When the old man came to Dahua, it was Wang Chongyang who personally led the team to take charge of the peripheral security. At that time, he knew the relationship between Yang Luo and the old man.
"What did the old man say?" Wang Chongyang was curious.
Yang Luo took a sip of mutton, and said with a smile: "The old man said that Yankees have strong boats and cannons. Once he comes to the South China Sea, my heart can't bear it. Mya mwen, lw?w? W?.?y`a-Why? Scared. I¡¯m so old, but I can¡¯t bear such a fright, so, once he comes, I¡¯ll make an island to suppress the fright.¡±
"Pfft!" Wang Chongyang just drank and sprayed all the wine out of his mouth, spraying Yang Luo all over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect the old man to be so humorous."
Wang Chongyang grabbed a tissue to wipe Yang Luo, but he saw something wrong with Yang Luo's expression, especially those squinted eyes, the cold light flashed in his eyes.
Wang Chongyang turned his head, followed Yang Luo's gaze, and found five or six punks walking across the street, each with hair dyed in various colors. The upper body is wearing a black sleeveless vest, and the lower body is wide black knickerbockers. It wasn't until I entered the food stall that I realized that these guys still had messy tattoos on their arms, and they didn't know what patterns they were.
There are too many punks like this, no matter if it is Yang Luo or Wang Chongyang, they are not interested in these scumbags. But among these people, there is actually a girl, and she is not very old, only fourteen or fifteen years old.
In fact, this is nothing, there are little gangsters, and there are little sisters. But this girl is very gentle and beautiful, with long hair hanging back, no makeup on her face, and clean clothes, all in denim. It's just that the girl was sitting there with an unusually excited expression, chattering non-stop, and her body movements were very exaggerated. Especially those little bastards, from time to time, they rubbed and touched the girl's body, and when they even reached into the girl's short skirt and rubbed it, the girl became more excited and moaned involuntarily.
Wang Chongyang frowned, and said softly: "That girl seems to be on drugs!"
Yang Luo picked up the wine glass, lowered his head and took a sip: "Look at the girl's attire, she doesn't look like a young lady hanging around outside."
Wang Chongyang turned his head back and said, "That's not necessarily true. Fourteen or fifteen years old is the time to rebel."
Yang Luo shook his head: "Did you notice that those punks also took drugs!"
Wang Chongyang nodded: "I see, but not as much as a girl."
"No!" Yang Luo said with certainty, "It's not that they don't take as many drugs as girls, but it's the first time a girl takes a drug, and it's probably without knowing it." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com