Chapter 139

Zhu Laoba was left on the chopping board by Ma Biao's osteotomy knife. He was so scared that his pig's waist fell on the chopping board. He quickly thrust out his face and begged bitterly: "brother Biao, brother Biao, otherwise, this half of pig's leg will also be filial to you..."

"Grass! Zhu Laoba, are you a fuckin 'fool? When can the garbage fee be paid with meat? " Ma Biao roared angrily.

"Boss, boss, you see, that girl is pretty pretty pretty..." All of a sudden, a little gangster, pointing to the Qin poetry not far away, said with a smile at Ma Biao.

Ma Biao wiped his chin and looked along the direction of the little punk's finger, and his face showed a trace of obscene smile, "hiss ~ this is a meat compensation!"

Facing the coming Qin poetry, he swaggered to stop Lin Xuan and Qin poetry.

In other words, Ma Biao simply ignored and filtered Lin Xuan. Instead, he stood in front of Qin's poetry. He looked up and down at the graceful and moving figure of Qin's poetry and exclaimed, "not bad, not bad. Whose girl is this? How come I have never seen it before? "

At ordinary times, Ma Biao was domineering in the vegetable market in this area. However, because Lin Xuan came to buy vegetables, he seldom met Qin poetry.

Today, Qin Shishi accompanied Lin Xuan to buy vegetables. He happened to meet Ma Biao, a group of social scum, who blackmailed these peddlers in the market in the name of collecting garbage charges.

"Zhu Laoba, look at this figure, this kind of goods can be used to pay for the meat. I went to malagobi for your pig waist and half pig leg."

Ma Biao's abusive language, while staring at Qin's poetry, his eyes did not turn, while spitting a mouthful of saliva, swearing and yelling at Zhu Laoba at the pork stall.

"Garbage, I'll give you a chance to kneel down and kowtow to my wife and apologize!"

Just as Ma Biao was elated and ready to touch Qin's poetry, a figure flashed by Qin's side, protecting Qin's poetry behind his back. He said to Ma Biao with a voice that seemed to come from the eighteen layers of hell.

Ma Biao slowly raised his head and squinted at Lin Xuan. His fingers took out his ears and narrowed his eyes, "where the hell are you? Are you talking to Laozi?"

Ma Biao is arrogant and arrogant. He is the best in the world.

"Boss, he's a waste of the Qin family, and his son-in-law Lin Xuan!"

The little gangster standing next to Ma Biao approached him and said something.

"Poof!"

Ma Biao almost didn't laugh to death. He took a serious look at Lin Xuan and said, "who do I think it's? A good dog doesn't block the way. You're such a useless dog. Do you still learn to bark here? Are you funny? "

"Ha ha ha ha I'm really dying of laughter. Who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru? "

Ma Biao faces Lin Xuan, the biggest joke of the Qin family, and the biggest garbage door-to-door son-in-law of the whole Shenzhen market. Of course, he will not pay attention to him.

Anyway, he's the worst guy in this neighborhood and this street. Everyone who sees him has to bow and shout "brother puma.".

In such a place where the water is shallow and there are many big brothers everywhere, Ma Biao's role is actually full of wind and water.

"Lin Xuan, leave him alone, let's go!" Qin poetry coldly glared at Ma Biao. For the scum and scum of this society, she didn't have the slightest mind to deal with Ma Biao. She just wanted to leave quickly.

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