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Chapter 164 Willing to gamble and admit defeat
Qing Jing clasped her palms together to play tricks, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed!"

Ding Hu couldn't bear it and kicked over, Chen Bufei took a sip of wine, watched Qing Jing fall to the ground, tears came out of laughter.

"Hey, you boy, you will really add insult to injury! Ding Hu, you..." Qing Jing patted the dirt on her body indifferently and sat back.

Chen Bufei chose a barbecue stand, and Qing Jing didn't care, as long as there is meat, there is a big meal.

"If you have a better attitude towards me, you might say a few nice words, and I'll tell you when I'm happy!" Qingjing stepped on the chair with one foot and licked the skewers with the other.

People passing by looked at his attire and said charlatan, shook their heads and left.

Qing Jing didn't care, "It's okay, it's not like I haven't done anything before."

"Shameless!" Ding Hu snorted coldly, "I'd rather be blind than bow to you!"

"Don't you say something so cruel? Ding Hu..." Qingjing said earnestly, "Do you know why you have been so poor?"

Ding Hu took a sip of white wine, burning from his throat to his stomach, "Huh? Why?"

"Because you're too stiff, you know, Yumu head, beat me on the back!" Qing Jing didn't taboo on wine and meat, and she was already a little drunk by now.

"Pretend! You can really pretend!" Ding Hu almost kicked him again.

Chen Bufei looked at them with his hands on the chair, and he drank slowly with a wine bottle in his hand. Not far away was the person sent by Li Qingyun, a car, ready to arrest him at any time?

Chen Bufei absolutely does not allow himself to commit the same lesson twice.

"Brother Fei, why don't you drink anymore?" Ding Hu ate a lot, lied to Qing Jing and drank too much, and fell asleep on the table.

The smelly cleansing Jing Jing returned to his stinking appearance at this time, the Taoist robe on his body was white with black, and the naked eye could tell that it hadn't been washed for half a month.

He himself didn't seem to care, and fell asleep, "Hey, Ding Humanshangmanshang..."

Ding Hu lowered his head and looked for his teacup seriously, and found that Qing Jing was talking in sleep, and almost kicked him again.

"Brother Fei, shall we go?"

"Come on, call a taxi, and you will carry Qing Jing."

"Damn it, you know I'm not drunk!" Ding Hu dragged Qing Jing to stand up cursing.

The three stood on the side of the road to stop a taxi, and Ding Hu was about to throw Qing Jing on the ground several times, "Fuck, Brother Fei has a stench on his body, so he won't pull it."

"Don't sound so disgusting."

"It's really delicious." Ding Hu really couldn't bear it anymore.

The moment Chen Bufei opened the car door, a figure suddenly rushed over, Chen Bufei subconsciously looked at the opposite side, Li Qingyun's people watched coldly,
"do not move!"

"Fuck, is this him? And who is it, brother, be careful with knives..." Ding Hu was hijacked, raised his hands, fell to the ground with a plop, rolled twice and woke up in pain.

"It hurts to death..."

"Don't be impulsive!" Chen Bufei recognized the kidnapped man in front of him, "You are..."

"Don't ask, go back to the hotel to get the box right now!" The man's eyes were fierce, and the tip of the knife was drawn against Ding Hu's neck, leaving red marks one by one.

"Brother Fei, don't worry about me..."

"Shut up!" The man's fingers were trembling.

Chen Bufei knew that Li Qingyun's people were also watching. He and Ding Hu met their eyes, and it was time to test their tacit understanding.

Before the taxi driver had time to run away, Chen Bufei secretly handed over 500 yuan from behind.

Ding Hu raised his eyebrows and said tentatively, "Brother, that broken box is not worth your efforts!"

"Bah! You outsiders know nothing!"

"Hey, you can scold the two of us, don't bring a group of outsiders, they are all stuffing money into your pockets!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I know, you won the bet this afternoon, the best Huangshi, the best of the best, don't talk nonsense!" The man realized that Ding Hu was delaying time, and the tip of the knife was two points closer.

"Hurry up and go back to the hotel. If you dare to call the police, he will be dead!" The man pointed at Chen Bufei and said.

"Okay." Chen Bufei stepped back with both hands raised, and suddenly took advantage of the man's inattention, pulled him over and stuffed him into the car.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Hu kicked the knife in his hand without any mistake, "Damn it, I'm so accurate!"

"Don't get in the car!" Chen Bufei shouted.

Ding Hu scrambled and climbed into the car, while Chen Bufei was holding the man's head and instructing the driver to drive.

Ding Hu tore off his belt to bind the man's wrist, sweating all over.

Chen Bufei pushed the man to sit down, and rested by the window, "Did I forget something?"

"I can't remember either."

The two people couldn't help laughing when their eyes met, and then they said in unison, "Fuck you, old man Qingjing!"

At this time, the old man Qing Jing lay on the ground and squinted for a while, he was woken up from the cold, with the fireworks at the barbecue stall behind him, Qing Jing shivered and pulled the door of the car before Li Qingyun's men chased him.

"Let me in, I sent it to the door myself! Those two grandsons left me and left, I will be an undercover agent for you!"

His series of operations completely stunned the driver, "Boss, how should we deal with this fake monk?"

"Fuck! I'm a Taoist priest, cough, cough, cough..." Qing Jing's face was flushed, and her frozen body was almost unresponsive.

"Let him get in the car."

Half an hour later, Qing Jing got out of the car and closed the door, "Brother, if you have anything to do, call me at this number, do you have a pen?"

The driver who was driving immediately handed it to him, Qing Jing hesitated and wrote down the number.

"Can't you remember your phone number?"

"Don't make noise, I forgot my lucky number."

"What does this have to do with lucky numbers?"

Qing Jing wrote the slip of paper and threw it to them before going upstairs without saying a word. After a while, the man who took the slip of paper tried to dial the number, "Damn it, we've been tricked, empty number!"

"Idiot!" The man spat hard, and slapped the man on the back of the head with his eyes full of disdain.

"Why don't you fucking call Master Yun to inform the situation here, and just say that they kidnapped a man."

Qing Jing went upstairs aggressively, and when she reached the door, she knocked on the door imposingly, "Open the door for me!"

"Old man, why did you come back so quickly?" Ding Hu opened the door, unexpectedly kicking Qing Jing in the face.

This kick was full of strength, not at all like the ability of this frail little old man.

"It's so funny. You got me drunk and left me alone! I almost died! Who is he...?"

Only then did Qing Jing notice that there was a strong man in the room, "What's your hobby?"

Chen Bufei was sitting on the bedside smoking a cigarette. He was well dressed, but he took off his coat and nodded quietly, "I was scared to death."

(End of this chapter)