Shu Xin's eardrums were about to burst, and the phone in his hand vibrated.
Looking through the text message, "Shu Xin, I'm sorry for bothering you again.
I was also woken up.
Just think that my elder brother is a psycho.
Don't be angry, okay?"
Shu Xin was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone, "He's just a lunatic."
The windows were slammed shut, but other sounds were simply too insignificant compared to the buzzing noise.
"On purpose, right?
You're waiting for a weak-hearted, crazy pig."
Shu Xin changed her clothes and ran to the grocery room to find a hammer.
"You bastard, I'll leave you with nothing to do," he gritted his teeth.
"Young madam, where are you going?"
Chen Qingliang blocked Shu Xin's way.
"Hit the dog."
At this time, Shu Xin was irritable and angry, and wanted to find a place to vent his anger.
"Dog uh" The buzzing noise made Shuxin frown, and his heart was troubled.
Angrily, he opened the door, carried the hammer, and led Chen Qingliang and Lu Yuanxi out.
Shu Xin raised the hammer, pointed at the helicopter still flying on the roof, gritted his teeth and said: "Drive a motorcycle, target villa No. 8" at the top of his lungs.
When Chen Qingliang heard that it was Villa No. 8, he immediately ran to the garage and drove a domineering motorcycle.
The three of them sat huddled together and headed there.
Dongliyan looked down outside the cabin again.
There seemed to be nothing in the window, and he was hiding.
Plug your ears Oh “A few more laps to go” "Master, there are still five laps left."
Jones felt a little dizzy.
Which nerve, Master, is wrong?
five laps Dongliyan didn't speak anymore and raised the corners of his lips.
This was a small price to pay for complaining against him.
He was vindictive.
If it weren't for the fact that Shu Xin was still a student and knew his sister, he would have killed her long ago.
If you don’t want to kill me, then let’s play slowly and kill you.
Villa No. 8.
Shu Xin knocked on the door with a hammer, "Open the door, open the door" and kept shouting, "Qingqing, open the door."
Shu Xin caught a glimpse of the doorbell next to her, and angrily hit it with a hammer, "It's numb when you step on it, so you won't feel any pain at all."
Smash it again, smash it to pieces.
Chen Qingliang and Lu Yuanxi beside them were speechless.
Their young lady seemed to be furious, and her anger was so strong that it seemed that it could not be quenched.
But they won't stop it because they think resident No. 8 owes it to him to clean up Because the helicopter was still flying over Villa No. 9, it was not that noisy in Villa No. 8, but it was still very noisy for Shu Xin.
The servant opened the door and saw Shu Xin looking menacing and holding a hammer in his hand, "What are you doing?"
"Brother Chen, kick me!"
Shu Xin was furious.
Chen Qingliang did not kick him, but pushed the servant away unceremoniously.
Shu Xin rushed into the door recklessly, "Dongli Wanqing, come out."
He put the hammer on his shoulder and said, "Dongli Wanqing, come down."
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two servants hurried upstairs to call Dongli Wanqing.
Two bodyguards came over and stared at Shu Xin with raised eyebrows, "What are you going to do?"
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"You dog beater, get lost."
Shu Xin rolled her eyes and looked around the European-style living room.
But the next second, the four bodyguards started fighting.
Shu Xin was far away, and he could only hear the crashing sound, accompanied by the noise in the sky.
Dongli Wanqing hurriedly walked down and looked at the broken glass and porcelain slag on the ground, dumbfounded.
Then looking at Shu Xin who was carrying the hammer, his face was full of anger, "Shu Xin" Shu Xin wrinkled her nose, "Qingqing, I'm sorry, your eldest brother has deliberately walked around on the roof of my house for more than a dozen times, and it has already made me angry.
It seems that the last complaint was ineffective, so I have to come to the door in person to punish him. , please forgive me," he said in a good voice. dd1805291: