Eighty became famous on the street of City 24 High School. From this, it could be seen that more skills did not weigh down the body. The grappling, fighting, and fighting skills that he had learned in the army were still useful for self-defense. This was already quite good. With such a good start, he did not have to worry about not being able to make a living. Don't boast. As long as you're down-to-earth, you'll have your own way out. When you have your own career, I'll find you a wife. Remember, you can't mess around with your wife. You have to agree to it first or I won't let you.
He would put the matter of his wife aside for now. He didn't want to do that for the time being. Of course, Yuan Yingying was nice to him, but that didn't mean she would be his wife. Even though this little girl, Lotus, had not grown up yet, her every frown, smile, and every gesture made him overjoyed. He was also willing to serve this little girl. There was also his beautiful police neighbor, Zhang Guilan. She was so good-looking. Her chest, waist, buttocks, and legs all revealed her youthful vitality. Every time No. 8 went downstairs with her, he couldn't get enough of her. He couldn't get enough of her eyes. How did this Zhang Guilan grow up?
Little Eighth replayed all the beautiful women he had come into contact with in his mind like a movie. He felt that life was still very beautiful. The task at hand was to find a job as soon as possible so that his cousin could rest assured and make himself comfortable. It would also give his life a new bright spot.
Lil 'Eight had been helping out at Mother Lotus's wonton stall for the past few days. Firstly, Mother Lotus was busy with school, and for some reason, business had been surprisingly good ever since she had a fight with those hooligans. The turnover had also increased day by day. Secondly, the stall really needed someone like him to move things around and take care of the business. Mother Lotus was also used to Little Eighth busying himself in front of her.
Sometimes, Lotus wondered what was going on with her these days. All the people who came to eat the wontons had their eyes on her and Little Eighth. They tried their best to get some information from her, but they only had one purpose. They wanted to know what had happened during the fight that day. Then, they looked at Little Eighth, who was beside them. Their eyes were filled with envy and love. In short, both men and women treated this place as a blessed land. If they didn't eat wontons here, they would feel uneasy just by looking at their heroes.
For a time, Little Eighth became the biggest topic of conversation in the nearby streets. The content was about Little Eighth's bravery in fighting a group of hooligans alone (this time, it was not four but a group) and how he returned safely from the police station. This person was powerful and had a deep foundation. This person was really something. It was as if Eighty's body, which could not be found in the crowd, had suddenly become much taller and more powerful overnight.
"Lady Boss, give me two bowls of wontons." Two 18-or 19-year-old girls sat on stools and shouted at Eighty.
"That's good, that's good. Miss, wait a moment." Lotus Mother said with a smile. She felt that it was funny. He was clearly talking to her, so why was he only looking at No. 8? Of course, there had been a lot of such things in the past few days, so she was no longer surprised. No matter who they were looking at, they would still spend money on her, right? The money had to be in her pocket.
The two girls whispered to each other. No. 8 came over with a rag to wipe the table, and they finally caught a good opportunity. One of the girls asked straightforwardly," Your name is Little Eighth, right?”
"I am." Lil Eight wiped the table while replying to the two beauties 'questions. He did not look up. He was sure that the two beauties would be staring at him at this moment. He was afraid that their six eyes would collide and cause embarrassment or sparks. Awkwardness was naturally not good, and sparks were not what she wanted. It was better to avoid it.
"I'm from Mercury Home Textiles on the north side of the street. My surname is Wei. Can we shake hands?”The taller girl stood up and reached out her hand to Eighty.
Little Eighth could not continue pretending. If he continued pretending, it would backfire. He raised his head and looked at the girl standing in front of him. She was tall and wore a small red sports shirt. Her chest was full and full, and she wore a pair of black denim shorts. She was very fashionable and beautiful. Her round face was not very beautiful, but she was just right. Her skin was not very white, but it was not dark either. If Little Eighth were to give her a score, she would definitely be worth eighty-five points. Looking at the girl sitting there, she was also very unusual. There were several meanings in her eyes when she looked at him. As for what she meant, Eighty couldn't tell for a while.
Little Eighth wiped his hands with a rag, but he still felt that it was not clean. He rubbed it on his clothes again. His goal was clear. He wanted this girl to feel that he was sincere and not perfunctory. After frantically wiping it a few times, he hurriedly reached out his hand.
Miss Wei didn't stand on ceremony. She went up and grabbed Xiao Bazi's hand, and she even squeezed it hard to show her sincerity. "Hello," As he spoke, he pulled Eighty's hand forward.
For some reason, the one sitting was also tugging at Miss Wei's clothes. This scene was very strange.
Miss Wei's hands were quite strong. Little Eighth wondered if he would take the initiative to attack her when he slept with her. Her perky breasts pressed down on him. She couldn't take it anymore. Little Eighth was pulled by Miss Wei until he was about to lie on the table, but he still had no intention of stopping. Little Eighth could only move his feet around the table and come in front of Miss Wei.
"Hello," Eighty said.
Miss Wei pulled Xiao Bazi to the front and looked at him without blinking. She looked like a hungry person who had suddenly caught a hot potato." I want to be friends with you."”
Little Eighth's face was calm. He didn't know who these two people were to actually ask him to be friends. What did they mean by being friends with him? Standing in front of Miss Wei, he felt like he was looking up to her. It was not very serious, but it was more or less a little. Miss Wei was a little taller than his Eighth Brother. Women showed off their height. If they walked together, Miss Wei would definitely be taller.
"You want to be friends with me?"
"Yes." Miss Wei nodded affirmatively.
"Haha." Little Eighth smiled. He really didn't know how to answer. Being too direct and hasty might not be a good thing. He looked at Miss Wei and didn't say anything.
"Do you agree or disagree?”Miss Wei puffed out her trembling chest and asked.
Eighty stammered," Isn't it too early for you to say that? If we don't understand each other, why should we be friends? Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"
"I'm not afraid. I just want to be friends with you."
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