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Baochan's words "on behalf of the boss" made Kuangzheng's anger even more intense. Daishan is actually Baochan's landlord, and what he has been reluctant to part with is actually his mother Daishan's bed!

"Who are you?" Daishan glanced at Baochan, apparently not recognizing him. That day, Baochan gave him a haircut and turned his back. He was wearing makeup, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were raised high, and he was a completely different person from now.

"I'm Ruyizhou..." Baochan didn't finish his sentence, but was pulled by Kuangzheng. He thought that Daishan had forgotten him, forget it well, and it's best not to think about it for the rest of his life.

Daishan's brain is very good. When he heard the word "Ruyizhou", he immediately had the impression that it was the Beijing opera a few months ago. The actor told him that he was sick after somersaulting, and he was blackmailing him for money. He was annoyed, so he gave them the company's house, and just returned the key last week: "It's just you, that..."

Suddenly, he realized that there was something wrong with his family on the day he returned the key. He wondered if the person in their group bumped into him, whether he passed it on to him, or whether it reached Kuangzheng's ears... a chill went up from the bottom of his feet Daoshan rushed to the top of his head, Daishan's scalp was numb.

Kuang Zheng had been fighting with him for ten years, and he could immediately detect a slight change in his expression. At this moment, he was sure that this kid was afraid.

"You listen to opera?" Kuang Zheng seized the opportunity and took a step forward, "With your taste, can you understand Peking opera?"

Baochan remembered at this moment that Ying Xiaonong told him on the phone that Dai broke up with her boyfriend and threw his clothes and pants all over the floor...

"Brother," he quickly pulled Kuangzheng, "let's go home."

"Go back," Kuang Zheng didn't even look at him, staring at Dai Shan coldly, "wait for me at home."

Baochan tugged at his arm, trying to whisper to him, but Kuangzheng pushed him away: "Let you go back!"

He didn't speak loudly, but he was the most vicious to Baochan. Baochan gave Daishan a look like a bad guy, walked home with three steps, and opened the fingerprint lock to enter the house.

"Hey, Mr. Kuang's temper is so hot right now." Baochan was not around, and Daishan was able to let go, "What's the matter, let the rags and rags squeeze out even the quality?"

"You don't need to worry about my business," said Kuang Zheng, who was taller than him, with his head on top of his head. "You are thinking about robbing other people's companies every day in Sudeli, so be careful of retribution."

Daishan laughed loudly: "If there is really retribution in this world, half of Wanrong above the [-]th floor will die!" He smiled evilly, "I am not as lucky as you. I serve the rich during the day, and my younger brother who sings operas takes care of me at night." .”

Having said that, things changed, Kuang Zheng was so calm, he almost couldn't control the prehistoric power in his body: "What the hell are you talking about," he lowered his voice, "Clean up your mouth!"

"Tsk, isn't that the case?" Daishan glanced at his building and then at his own, "Didn't you just hook up with me? The little boy looks very pure, and they all live together ..."

Kuangzheng grabbed him by the collar, not out of anger, but out of temper. He didn't know how Daishan thought of going there. Was he so obvious that people could tell at a glance that he had a crooked heart for Baochan?

"Good thing." Daishan was like mud, and he didn't know how to restrain himself after being grabbed by him. "I've appraised it for you. The waist and legs are first-class. That little fork is very special..."

Boom!Kuangzheng punched him so hard that his own fist hurt: "You can scold me, but not my brother!"

"Brother?" Dai Shan wiped his mouth, "Put that kind of brother on the bed at night, you are really good with the surname Kuang. It has been 70 years since the founding of New China, and you can still enjoy the pleasure of being a landlord and opera singer... ..."

Kuangzheng punched him again, today's Daishan was beyond his expectation, he was yin and yin, but his mouth had never been so dirty, and he seemed to be familiar with these words.

Kuang Zheng was so angry that he didn't choke him back. Dai Shan was relieved, he didn't know his own business yet, and licked the corner of his mouth that was hurt by the beating, he shuddered: "Is the jealousy so strong, it's ugly , President Kuang!"

Kuang Zheng didn't refute, he was indeed jealous, not only jealous of him, but also jealous of the "big brother" who gave Baochan money: "How do you know him?"

"Who?" Daishan stabbed him deliberately, "Your precious brother?"

Kuangzheng didn't know that Daishan was the one who put Baozhanlei in the hospital, if he knew, he wouldn't be able to beat him to death.

Daishan continued to circle around with him: "I just heard a play..."

"I want to hear the truth." Kuang Zheng pushed back.

Dai Shan felt bored, and told the truth: "One time I went to Lao Bai's office with Vice President Fang, and saw an address on his desk, which was from the old city, so I went."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"It's a Peking opera troupe at first glance, and you know me," said Daishan, who took advantage of every opportunity he had. "I heard a play, but I didn't understand what Lao Bai was going to do."

Kuangzheng knew that it was for Ying Xiaonong and for that Mr. Duan to go home.

Seeing that the two of them started to fight, Baochan was worried through the window, fearing that something might happen to Kuangzheng, and afraid that Kuangzheng would beat him up, so he ran out wearing slippers, and took Kuangzheng by the hand to drag him home.

Kuang Zheng followed him, not forgetting to point his head at Dai Shan: "Don't let me see you here in the future!"

It's just elementary school students arguing, but it's not for Niu'er: "Don't worry, I don't want this villa anymore," Daishan said lazily, "Being your neighbor, I can't afford to worry about that!"

"Oh brother, don't mess with him," Baochan pushed Kuangzheng into the room, glanced outside, and closed the door, "We are normal people, we don't quarrel with him."

Kuangzheng was still angry, and changed his slippers with a dark face, Baozhan approached mysteriously, as if he was afraid of being heard: "He is... that kind of person."

"What kind of person?" Kuang Zheng was quite cold to him.

Even though there was no one else, Baochan still stuck to his ear and muttered three words.

Kuang Zheng raised his head immediately: "What!"

"Really." Bao Chan pursed her lips.

Daishan? gay?Kuang Zheng had never seen such an unflattering gay: "Impossible, he..."

Has he ever had pornographic news?Those croupiers, stewardesses, and young actors seem to have never heard of him. It is a bit unusual for him to be such a bad person... Then, Kuangzheng felt a thump in his heart, and stared at Baochan: "How do you know?" I couldn't help thinking, "What's wrong with him?"

"No, no," Baochan quickly waved his hand, "Xiao Nong told me, he ran into it."

Kuang Zheng was skeptical. After all, Baochan lived in Daishan's house. If he was not tempted, it would not be a big deal. Once he was tempted, everything would become a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.

He pulled out his tie, flung it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. Baochan chased him and squatted in front of him like a little follower: "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

Kuang Zheng unbuttoned his shirt and ignored him.

"Brother," Baochan pushed his leg, "I... don't want to take your money, but to take other people's money."

"What's that?" Kuang Zheng looked down at him, his shirt was wide open, revealing his strong abs.

"If he just gave money, I wouldn't take it," Baochan raised his head and beat his leg flatteringly, "He's giving resources, resources that can make Ruyizhou see the light."

Kuang Zheng didn't like to hear these words, as if he couldn't give it to him, he coldly pushed his hand away.

Baochan moved forward, but still gave him a thump: "Brother, I'm telling you the truth, I'm obsessed with ghosts, and I just want to sing a name, become famous, and lead everyone to live a good life."

There is nothing wrong with being successful, and there is nothing wrong with being famous and starting a family. It is just anger, because you have a few small money, and you cannot be a noble person on Baozhan Qingyun Road.

"I'm not the only one, bro." Baochan looked at him helplessly, "I still have Ruyizhou. Whether you blame me for loving money or power, I... have to fight for it."

How could Kuangzheng blame him? He felt sorry for him before it was too late. He sighed and held the two thin hands on his lap: "What happened to Daishan?"

Speaking of this, Baochan stopped squatting: "The time you carried me to the hospital," he sat down beside Kuangzheng, saw that he had a large chest exposed, and helped him cover up his shirt, "I was tired of singing for him." , Xiao Nong asked him for an explanation, but he refused to give me the money, and said that he would give me the house to live in. I didn't want to live in it..."

"It's him?" Kuangzheng scolded, "This grandson!"

"Brother," Baochan shook his hand and whispered, "When will we be of one mind."

One heart, three simple words, Kuangzheng has already ironed it out, he lost his temper because of jealousy, all he wants is this one heart: "Do you still dare to do it in the future?"

Bao Chan didn't know what he dared to do, anyway, he just shook his head: "Don't dare."

"You promise." Kuang Zheng twisted his fingers.

"I promise." Baochan said.

"That's fine," Kuang Zheng's mouth curled up, "You have to let me punish you."

"How... punishment?" Baochan had a bad feeling.

Kuangzheng didn't have anything serious in his mind, so he suddenly caught him and pushed him backwards on the sofa. Baochan let out a cry, his hands were clenched, so he could only hold him with his feet, and Kuangzheng was kicked hard a few times. , so excited that he hugged the thin back in his arms and scratched his ribs vigorously.

"Brother! Brother!" Baochan writhed in his arms, crying and laughing itchyly, "Ah...stop! You pervert!"

"I'll count, count you..." Kuang Zheng panted heavily, "How many ribs are there!"

"I don't have bones, I don't!" Bao Chan yelled, tossing and turning on the sofa, Kuang Zheng was pressing him tightly, but when he was pressing, he suddenly felt bad, as if he was being pricked by a needle, and a spirit erupted from his body pop open.

The shirt was crumpled, and it was all coming out of the trousers. Kuangzheng sat on the side with a bent waist, slowly calming down the fatal restlessness.On the other side of the sofa, Bao Chan's face was flushed, his eyes were wet, he was swallowing saliva and couldn't get up, his socks were ripped off, and only the front half of his feet were covered, exposing his thin ankle bones.

Kuang Zheng was a little flustered. He saw the old kdle on the coffee table. He picked it up and turned on the screen. He was not thinking about it at all. He flipped through the books quickly, "History of the Peloponnesian War", "Persian War", "Asia Minor" The Art of Sculpture", it is strange that he has read all these books, and even the order of the bibliography seems to be familiar.

He was stunned, and an impossible thought flashed through his mind.

He flipped down and his fingers slowly stopped. It was Tobias Houart's "Multiple Universes", a book that was hard to find more than ten years ago. He remembered that it took a long time to find a book. An English version of df resources with missing pages.

He remembered that there was a discussion about "infinity", to the effect that if monkeys had infinite time, then there would always be a probability that they would randomly type out a complete copy of "Hamlet".

Kuang Zheng clicked on it and found the part of the monkey. There was a small note on the flickering edge of the screen, which read: The greatness of infinity is that it can make events with extremely small probability happen, or even repeat.

Kuang Zheng's eyes widened. He was [-]% sure that this sentence was written by him, on the third floor of Peking University Library, on a certain day eleven or twelve years ago.