Chapter 808

He Jingjing sighed, put these paintings back into the dark lattice one by one, and kept confirming whether there was any trace left.

He Jun suddenly picked her up, turned around and said happily, "we succeeded, ha ha, we succeeded."

"You have to celebrate a few more times, so excited!" He Jingjing is coquetry.

"I'd like to celebrate. Let's go to the bedroom!" He Jun flirts vaguely.

"Nothing serious." He Jingjing kissed him on the mouth. "Go to the shop."

The two men came to the front of the door, He Jingjing looked out of the door and suddenly said: "strange, why other pawnshops are closed, is there anything happening?"

"You think more. It's going to rain. They closed early. Let's also close. No guests will come at this time."

He Jingjing nods and agrees. They pull up the rolling gate. At last, he Jingjing takes a look at the Horse Street. It's dark and quiet outside. She knows that she's guilty. She must be calm and calm. She should take out her usual position as a strong woman, and never show any flaws.

The plane in the store suddenly rang, which scared he Jingjing's heart. He Jun picked it up and said roughly, "who? What are you talking about? "

"I will!" He Jingjing wants to pass the receiver.

There was a gloomy man's voice on the phone, as if he was speaking with a cloth covering his mouth. "I really admire you. You dare to make a strong old idea. You must be scared to death now?"

He Jingjing replied coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I'm talking about what you know in your heart. You can't hold something. You have to hold it. Your fingers will rot, and then the whole arm will rot. at last, even people will rot, because you don't have that blessing. That thing is wealth in the hands of laolie, and disaster in your hands!"

"Insane!" He Jingjing hangs up the phone.

"It's just bluff..." He Jingjing just said to He Jun, and suddenly the unlocked rolling gate was pulled open from the outside. Several evil men in black suits came in, and He Jun shouted: "what for!"

He Jun reached out to stop him. The man with facial features like Impressionist oil painting pointed to him. "Touch me and try. Be careful if your fingers rot!"

He Jun shrank back in fear.

The "Impressionists" made a gesture. They began to rummage and throw all the items on the shelves. He Jingjing frowned and his face was like frost.

They followed their own home, went into their room and began to search. They kicked the door of the cabinet with their feet roughly and lifted the mattress. Impressionists also took out the remaining sausages from the refrigerator and ate them. He went to a large vase, pushed it and smashed it. Then he stared at he Jingjing.

"Boss, I can't find it!" Report to your subordinates.

"Impressionist" with the fingers holding sausages he Jingjing, "why not love? We smashed and fell your things. Why don't you have a little expression of heartache? I get it. It's nothing to you. You must have won the lottery recently or made some bad fortune! "

He Jingjing felt like being pointed at his neck by the tip of a knife. He Jingjing tried to say in the most calm voice: "you're a strong old man. You are usually taken care of by strong old people. How dare we say no!"

"You know that you have been taken care of by elder lie, so you will repay him?" "Impressionists" sneer.

He Jingjing knows that the other side is bluffing and sowing fear is a good thing for these people. In fact, they don't know anything, because if they do, they won't be confronted in this way.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Impressionist" came to he Jingjing and stared at her face. Then he stretched out his tongue and licked a drop of sweat off her face. He smacked his mouth like a wine tasting.

"What are you doing?" He Jun said angrily.

The "Impressionists" came to He Jun again and stared at him. He Jun retreated in fear. Suddenly, the "Impressionists" put their lips together and roughly pried his mouth open with their tongue. After a fierce kiss, He Jun retreated and spitted.

"Impressionists" smack the taste, squint and say: "your tongue coating is very bitter, you are nervous, why?"

"I rnmlgb!" He Jun scolded and felt greatly insulted.

"Impressionists" seem to have bad ears. They raise their eyebrows and say, "what do you want to do with me?"

He Jun dare not speak any more. "Impressionists" will play for themselves, "you want to play with my mother, then you are my father, Dad! Dad! Dad! The one I hate most is my father. You are my father! "

He Jun looks extremely embarrassed, and doesn't know how to deal with the situation. He Jingjing says, "this elder brother, please calm down..."

"Shut up, ladies!" "Impressionist" roar almost shattered the glass, "you hit me, Dad, like a child, hit me, please!" He put his face in front of He Jun and slapped him hard.

"Big man, can't I be wrong?"

"Dad, hit me! Hit me! " The Impressionists' eyes were almost falling.

He Jun had no choice but to bite his teeth and stamp his feet, slapping each other in the face. "Impressionists" were stumbling a bit. He spat out the blood in his mouth and said, "come on, Dad!"

This time, He Jun was really angry. He kicked him in the stomach. "Impressionists" fell to the ground, got up and laughed, "if you don't eat, then use some force. Within three moves, you don't kill me. I will kill you!"

"You said it yourself!" He Jun grabs a piece of debris on the ground, points it at the neck of the "Impressionists" and inserts it. He Jingjing's heart stops beating with fear.

"Impressionists" firmly seized He Jun's wrist, stared at the beads and said, "you are really ready to kill me!"

Then he hit him in the face with a hammer. He stepped back a few steps, bleeding in his nostrils. He yelled loudly and beat him back with a fist. The "Impressionists" shouldered his arm, threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground. He fell to the ground and rolled.

The "Impressionists" laughed like hyenas who had their prey taken care of. They put their hands around He Jun, then kicked a chair and put his legs on it.

He Jun, who had muddled along the road, knew what he was going to do. He planned to step on his knee with one foot. He Jun desperately begged for mercy. "Brother, I'm wrong. Don't leave!"

"Aren't you my father? When you are a father, you have to take responsibility. If you can't, what kind of father are you?"

"I'm damned, I'm damned, don't do that!"

"Impressionists" look boring, "boring!" Then raise your right leg and get ready to stomp down.

Then a voice came, "stop!"