273: C273 You Can't Blame Me

C273 You Can't Blame Me

"Bai Yifei?" Lau Wuqiong gave a tentative cry.

Bai Yifei 'fearfully' retreated a few steps, "You … Do you know me? "

Lau Wuqiong couldn't help but laugh, "Haha …"

Bai Yifei actually did not remember anything, that was great!

Lau Wuqiong stared at Bai Yifei with malice in his eyes, "Bai Yifei, you also have such a day!"

Bai Yifei blinked, not knowing what Lau Wuqiong was talking about.

Lau Wuqiong laughed enough and said, "Bai Yifei, this time you are the one who is courting death. You can't blame me for this!"

With that, Lau Wuqiong handed the jade pendant to Bai Yifei, "Take it, he will come to take your dog life soon!"

Bai Yifei held the jade in his hand, lowered his eyes slightly and suddenly threw the jade away, "Uncle, who are you? I can't take anything from strangers! "

Lau Wuqiong's smile froze on his face.

Uncle?

He was only in his thirties, only seven or eight years older than Bai Yifei.

Wait, Bai Yifei shouldn't be so retarded when he lost his memory, right?

"What did you call me?" Lau Wuqiong asked.

Bai Yifei put on an innocent look, "Uncle, you are so old, shouldn't you call me uncle? Or do you want me to call you grandpa? "

Lau Wuqiong almost fainted from anger. Old grandpa?

Taking a deep breath, Lau Wuqiong managed to divert his attention away from Bai Yifei's strange behavior. He remembered that Hu Tianjin said Bai Yifei lost his memory, but he didn't say that Bai Yifei became like this?

Was this some kind of amnesia?

He had f * cking turned into a fool!

Wu Tie slightly rolled his eyes, thought for a while, then snickered, "Bai Yifei, how about I play games with you?"

Don't kids like to play games?

Sure enough, after Bai Yifei heard about the game, his eyes lit up and he nodded, "Sure!"

Lau Wuqiong smiled meaningfully, raised one foot against the door frame, pointed at his crotch, and said to Bai Yifei, "Look, is this a bridge? You can drill back and forth under the bridge. Is this fun?"

"Haha …"

Lau Wuqiong smiled even more happily when he thought of Bai Yifei trying to get into his crotch. There weren't many opportunities to insult Bai Yifei like this. It was just nice for him to vent his anger.

Bai Yifei paused for a moment. His eyes flashed, then he raised his head and innocently said, "I don't want to drill a bridge. It's not fun at all!"

Lau Wuqiong stopped laughing, hardened his heart to let Bai Yifei burrow into his pants, and kindly advised: "Why are you not having fun? Look at how happy I am, you know how much fun I am having!"

Bai Yifei shook his head, "It's just not fun."

Lau Wuqiong was getting impatient, "Then what are you talking about?"

Bai Yifei chuckled and foolishly said, "Put your feet down first, then turn your back to me."

"What?"

Lau Wuqiong didn't know why, but after seeing Bai Yifei's serious expression, he actually put down his foot obediently and stood with his back facing Bai Yifei. Only after standing properly did he realize how he could be so obedient.

Just as he was about to turn around and scare Bai Yifei, Bai Yifei pounced on him from behind.

"Ah!

Lau Wuqiong was caught off guard and fell down face first. His nose and chin hit the ground, causing him to grimace in pain.

At the same time, Bai Yifei sat on Lau Wuqiong's body, slapping Lau Wuqiong's butt with one hand and even hooking onto his neck with the other. He imitated the look of someone who was riding a horse, sitting on Lau Wuqiong time and time again while shouting, "Ride …" "Riding …"

"Giddy …" "…"

Lau Wuqiong almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Damn Bai Yifei, he actually treated him as a horse to be ridden!

Furthermore, every time Bai Yifei sat down, he would feel the sensation of being hit by a heavy object, causing his internal organs to cry out in pain.

Bai Yifei sat on Lau Wuqiong's body. When he was done sitting down, Lau Wuqiong no longer had any strength left. Bai Yifei got up and asked Lau Wuqiong naively, "Uncle, isn't riding very fun?"

Lau Wuqiong already had a nosebleed, his entire body was covered in dust and he looked battered and exhausted. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, "Bai Yifei! You really are a fucking fool! "

"Just you wait!" Lau Wuqiong left after saying that.

It wasn't that Lau Wuqiong didn't think about killing Bai Yifei now, but he still hadn't completely lost his cool.

Blue Ports was Bai Yifei's trump card, so even if he did not understand anything now, he still had to be careful. He did not want to live his life of being hunted again, and furthermore, the police would not let him off.

Lau Wuqiong was thinking that with Hu Tianjin being so powerful, Bai Yifei would definitely die a horrible death. When he makes a move, it won't have much to do with him, so it doesn't matter if the matter is exposed.

"… …"

When Lau Wuqiong left, Bai Yifei patted his clothes and said with a 'tsk', "I wonder who is the real fool?"

With that, Bai Yifei closed the door and turned around. Just as he turned around, he was startled by the sudden appearance of the White Tiger in the living room.

"Holy shit!" When did you come in? "

White Tiger slowly turned on the TV and flipped to an animated movie. As he watched, he replied, "Just now, you came in. Oh right, did you finish doing push-ups?"

Bai Yifei's mouth twitched as he said: "I did it."

White Tiger nodded, thought for a moment, then turned off the TV. "Come on!"

Other than daily physical training, there was also one more thing that he needed to do, and that was to get beaten up by the White Tiger.

White Tiger said if you want to hit someone, you have to take a beating. At the same time, you can also train your body's reflexes.

Bai Yifei thought about his previous two beatings and shivered, "Be gentler!"

"The enemy will not be lenient towards you." The White Tiger said expressionlessly.

After being beaten up, Bai Yifei endured the pain of going to take a bath before lying down on the bed to rest.

I haven't seen Xue'er in two days. I wonder how they are doing in Beijing?

"… …"

In the study of a certain villa in Beijing.1

A handsome young man was sitting behind a desk. In front of him was a computer and a pile of documents.

Standing behind him was a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Dong Dong …"

"Come in." The young man spoke up.

An assistant came in, wearing black-rimmed glasses and hiding the shrewdness in his eyes.

"Young Master, I failed."

The young man stopped for a moment and frowned slightly. "Trash!"

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