Spirit Boss - 43. Pointing (on)

If it hadn’t been for the guy named Tony to call, Barr would have almost forgotten the matter of Shi Feixia. Now that I heard the name, I didn’t gritted my teeth like that at the beginning. But he didn’t mind taking the time to meet him and let him know that Baal was not that good at beating and the meat was not that good. There is a price to be paid if you want to be a hero.

Sunshine Plaza at 8 o’clock in the morning is not too much.

McDonald’s door is very good, only two girls are mopping the floor to and fro.

Wang Xiaoming remembered Barr’s hideous face when he mentioned the three words Shi Feixia, and tentatively asked: “We will meet in a while, what are you going to do to him?”

Barr squinted at him. “What do you think of me?”

Wang Xiaoming scratched his scalp and said with a dry smile: “I don’t know what happened between you… the past. But you have to be forgiving and forgiving. If you meet, you are destined. It is good for everyone to sit down and retell the past.”

“Sounds great.” Barr nodded unexpectedly.

Wang Xiaoming’s eyes lit up.

His hard work was not in vain. After so long of precepts and deeds, Barr finally began to realize the value of peace.

Barr murmured: “I can throw him into the fire, and then sit down and talk to him.”

“…”

“You can also throw him into the sink and sit down with him while watching him drown, reminiscing about the past.”

“…”

Barr praised: “In general, your proposal is good.”

“Can you not praise me?”

“why?”

“I have the illusion of being an accomplice to a murderer.”

“You said I’m a murderer?” Barr’s voice was calm.

Wang Xiaoming swallowed, “If you don’t kill him, it won’t be.”

“I can fight for the title of murderer.”

“…” Even if he fell, he was still an angel. Is it necessary to lower the bottom line so low? Wang Xiaoming was sincerely worried about the Shi Feixia who had never been masked. He made up his mind, if Barr couldn’t help but want to do it later, he would run desperately and drag Barr to another place!

It was thirty-three seconds to nine o’clock.

Barr’s face became more and more gloomy.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the pedestrians passing by outside the window, praying in his heart that Shi Feixia would break the appointment.

…

The second hand jumped step by step.

The minute hand and the second hand are getting closer and closer until they are completely overlapped directly above.

The door of McDonald’s was slowly opened.

Wang Xiaoming’s heart was raised.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly came in sweating profusely with a briefcase in his hand, panting heavily while walking.

Is he Shi Feixia?

Wang Xiaoming widened his eyes and watched the middle-aged man walk two steps here, then looked up blankly and walked towards the counter.

…

no.

Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Barr’s expressionless. Maybe it won’t come. After all, Barr’s fire can not be solved by calling the police.

The door was pushed open again.

Barr stood up suddenly.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head, and a group of people filed in from outside the door.

Blond hair, flax hair, black waist-length hair, bent over against the roof of McDonald’s, and one that looked normal.

“Wang Xiaoming.” The man who looked normal smiled and called his name.

Wang Xiaoming responded subconsciously.

“Are you in deep waters, sleepless every day, and praying to God to worship Buddha every day, but you can’t do anything about it?”

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth wide, and only vomited one after a long time, “Huh?”

“I am Shi Feixia.” He walked up to him, stretched out his hand and smiled brightly, “Congratulations, you are about to meet the savior who will redeem you.”

Wang Xiaoming passively shook hands with him, and suddenly panicked: “Are you Shi Feixia?”

“Yes.” Shi Feixia cleared his throat, “I know you must have heard of my heroic deeds and admired me in your heart. However, I am very low-key, so if you want to kneel down and kiss my shoes to show admiration If you do… please don’t kiss for too long. Normally I only accept appointments within an hour.”

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

Barr hated: “Isfer!” His eyes directly ignored Shi Feixia who was still chattering, and looked at the long-haired man behind him who was guarding like a guardian.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming see his face clearly, and couldn’t help but breathe in a cold breath. In the past half a month, he has seen a lot of handsome guys, such as Baer, Xiang Wenxun, Jie Shao, Xu Yiming, Tao Le, Chu Zhao… but none of them are as handsome as him.

Isfil said: “Streaking?”

…

Barr exasperated and said angrily: “Which eye do you see me running naked?”

Shi Feixia couldn’t see the spirit-shaped Baal, so he was very curious: “Do you have abdominal muscles? How many? How are they arranged? Is the shape round or square?”

Seeing Barr’s face getting more and more ugly, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly said, “Not naked. Wearing clothes.”

Shi Feixia groaned and said, “…three-point style?”

Barr’s wrist moved slightly.

Isfil moved faster.

Wang Xiaoming only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Barr was gone. “What did you do?” he asked nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay.” Shi Feixia smiled.

Seeing that he said so easily, Wang Xiaoming relaxed a little.

Shi Feixia turned around and asked Isfael, “What did you do to him?”

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

“It’s still within a distance of five meters, but in another time and space.” Seeing his concern, Isfil added, “It’s safe.”

Shi Feixia nodded, turned his head and smiled at Wang Xiaoming: “Look, I said it’s okay.”

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

Shi Feixia rubbed his hands and said: “It’s been a long time since I came to McDonald’s. I only came one day a year, and the time was too rushed, and I didn’t give it up every time.”

Wang Xiaoming listened foolishly.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll treat you.” Shi Feixia grabbed a handful of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and raised it in front of him. Since experiencing a nouveau riche in MCG, he has begun to sink.

“…” Wang Xiaoming said: “A glass of Coke is just fine.”

“Okay.” Shi Feixia went pietly.

On the way he was shopping, the blond, flax-haired, and tall like a telephone pole introduced himself. The blond is called Jin, the flax-haired is called Hughes, and the taller-footed Victor.

“Are you foreigners?” Wang Xiaoming felt very fresh when he heard them speak fluent Chinese.

Jin smiled slightly, “We are not foreigners.”

Wang Xiaoming was surprised, “Could it be that you…”

not human.

Jin Zheng was about to nod, so he listened to him next: “Mixed blood?”

…

Wang Xiaoming looked at his face carefully, “But you are really not obvious.” He seemed to be afraid of damaging his self-confidence, and added, “But it doesn’t matter, it’s also very handsome.”

Jin Dao: “…thank you.”

Shi Feixia came back with food, followed by several waiters.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the box of Coke placed in front of him, and said, “This is…”

“A glass of Coke is too cheap.” Shi Feixia stared at him sternly at the upstart who used’You are polite with me, I insult me’.

“…Thank you.” Wang Xiaoming reached out and opened a bottle.

“Okay, let’s start gossip now.” Shi Feixia sat down excitedly.

“What is the gossip?” Wang Xiaoming asked curiously.

“Of course it’s you.” Shi Feixia smiled evilly.

Wang Xiaoming shrank back and looked to the side subconsciously. After not seeing the figure he was accustomed to, he felt extremely lonely and panic in his heart.

His every move naturally can’t escape Shi Feixia’s magic eyes. “Where are you and Barr?”

Wang Xiaoming blinked, “Huh?”

“Even if it’s your catchphrase… Can you read it in a different tone? Otherwise, I’m lonely.”

“…Ah.” Wang Xiaoming replied to the fourth tone in a kind-hearted manner.

Kim suddenly applauded, “I admire him.”

Shi Feixia: “…”

Wang Xiaoming had been brewing in his mind for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “How are you going to deal with Baal?” He is not very clear about the grievances between Baal and Shi Feixia, but when Baal mentioned his tone, there is still that picture. He guessed that there should be a festival between them-and it is not an ordinary festival.

Shi Feixia raised his eyebrows, “Are you worried?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

…

Shi Feixia said embarrassedly: “Don’t you just find out that you hate Baal, but love, after you have been entangled with a lot of entanglements, worry about your stomach, and your heart.”

“Love?” Wang Xiaoming’s eyes rounded with fright.

Shi Feixia patted his thigh and nodded, “I’ll just say it, this is normal.”

Jin said: “So, after a lot of entanglement, worry, and entanglement, did you find that you hate Isfil, it’s love?”

Shi Feixia said: “I am different.”

“Oh?”

“I dreamed of Isfael’s figure countless times in the midnight, and suddenly realized it.”

Jin Gan coughed: “Are you sure it’s the figure, not the abdominal muscles?” It is already Noah’s Ark that Shi Feixia likes Isfil’s abdominal muscles.

Shi Feixia said: “Are you sure you like Hughes because you like Hughes, not Hughes’ ass?”

Hughes’s face flushed suddenly.

Jin immediately confessed: “Of course…”

“Good,” Shi Feixia said without waiting for him to explain, “From today on, you don’t touch Hughes’ ass.”

Jin gritted his teeth and said: “Stone, Fei, Xia!” Since having Isfel as a backer, his behavior has become more and more rampant and heinous!

Shi Feixia turned his head to Hughes and said: “Hughes, I want to know how deep Jin loves you, and his ass weighs his heart.”

“Hughes.” Jin looked at him pitifully. “You must not be bewitched by him.”

“Jin.” Hughes smiled softly, “Actually, I don’t mind being on it.”

“…” Jin’s mind suddenly turned out a reduced version of the memory of Hughes working hard on him, and his face suddenly turned white.

Wang Xiaoming had long been stunned by their blatant remarks.