The bereavement boss, he is crooked behind my back

Chapter 43

"Okay, what do you want, young man?" He put the multigrain pancakes on hand in a bag and handed them to a certain customer.

"This, this, and this..." She ordered seven or eight things one after another, and then turned to talk to Ruan Yuan, "If you don't feel full, let's try it."

"Zizi——" The bright red tenderloin was ups and downs in the oil pan, and soon became crisp and golden.

Shi Yi turned on his phone and was busy scanning the QR code to pay.

Ruan Yuan scratched the fabric of his abdomen with his fingertips, observing the poor sanitation of the small stall, and had a premonition of something.

"Okay, here you are." The uncle tore off some paper to wipe off his sweat, and used it to wipe off a little oil that leaked from the outer packaging.

Shi Yi took it greedily, and was about to take Ruan Yuan away.

"It's delicious, come again next time!" the uncle hurriedly added.

"Okay!" She bent down and took out a bamboo stick for her disciple to smell, her eyebrows and eyes curved, "Is it the incense from thieves?"

The shadows of one big and one small, under the white lighting at the gate of the community, appear very blended and intimate.

"Boss, here's an eight-yuan multigrain pancake, slightly spicy, without green onion and garlic."

"Boss, did you hear that? Multigrain pancakes for eight yuan."

"Oh, okay." The uncle withdrew his gaze and started to do it again, moving quickly.

The man only waited for a while before receiving the pancakes. He took a bite, and his expression turned pale, "Boss, you still put green onions and garlic for me! You can't do this, you have to make another one for me!"

"Shua—" The roller shutter of the stall was pulled down, and the small light bulb was extinguished after that.

The man was stunned, "What is this for?"

"Didn't you see it? I'm going to the stall tonight. If you want me to redo it, come early tomorrow afternoon."

"???" Absolutely, how can there be a pancake vendor who leaves at nine o'clock? ! !

"Gulu Gulu~" The stall car drifted away.

"Damn it!" The man threw the multigrain pancake in his hand into the trash can beside him, cursing himself for being unlucky tonight.

That night, the sound of flushing in the toilet on the sixth floor never stopped.

Another night of prostration.

Ruan Yuan finally went to bed clutching his stomach, closed his eyes and passed out without any thought of finding fault.

No alarm clock, because tomorrow is Saturday.

When he woke up, the bright sunlight had already leaked through the cracks in the curtains, carving an extremely bright vertical bar on the reddish-brown wooden board.

Shi Yi went to work, and only left a small note on the dining table: The corn-meat-flavored dumplings are in the freezer, take them out and cook for yourself.study well!You can watch TV after finishing your homework!

"Without the meaning of running script, the brush will not be alive; without the rules of regular script, it will float; and without the quality of the real shape, the grass will not be able to form characters... Although you are not a professional calligraphy, you have learned from everyone in your outstanding and closed brushwork, and you can be in the lobby."

After Ruan Yuan made a few objective comments, he crumpled up the small note and threw it into the trash basket.

What's the use of writing well.

After all, this man is like gold and jade.

Take the water from the pot, boil it and serve the dumplings.

The dumplings with the flavor of corn and meat are very fresh.

In other words, as long as it's quick-frozen ingredients, cooking them casually will taste better than Shi Yi's cooking.

After a while, he finished eating and went back to the bedroom.

When he came out again, there was already a shriveled schoolbag hanging on his back, his right hand was clenched tightly, and the thin silver chain leaked out, hanging in the air like a twisted snake.

The light from the balcony penetrated into the house through the gaps of the fresh spider plants.

In the end, it was entrenched in his right palm, which was then spread out.

The brightness there was raised by the reflection of the steel surface, almost reaching the point where it can dazzle people's eyes.

Ruan Yuan narrowed his eyes, squeezed the thing closer to his eyes——

It's a silver bullet.

5.56 mm small diameter.

Generally speaking, the larger the caliber of the bullet, the more powerful it is.

But it's not complete, like this one.

Once it enters the human body, it will roll violently, and then burst out of energy in a very short period of time, causing extremely strong destructive power to human tissue, so severe that it can form an empty stomach effect.

In other words, its instant lethality to living targets is stronger and more ruthless than that of large calibers.

Ruan Yuan turned his fingertips slightly, his lips were thinned, and his eyes, which were usually lacking in interest, were rippling at this moment.

In my memory, the sky was gray and crows were screaming, and a locomotive loomed not far away.

He stood on the outside of the track, leaning against the yellow warning sign, without saying a word.

"boom!"

Unsuspecting, a bullet burst from the back of his head in the center of his forehead.

Hot blood and thick slurry were caught.

The sky darkened in an instant, and the ear-piercing sound of whistles could be heard rolling over.

At the end of his life, he smiled silently.

After the revenge was over, he wanted to die, but he didn't expect that someone would ambush him and launch a surprise attack, sending him off even faster.

While the bullet was flipping, a circle of marks came into Ruan Yuan's eyes again.

Random letters, numbers, punctuation marks, and special characters are etched into it.

Very small, quite a test of human eyesight.

"Password." He smiled in a nonchalant manner, without sharp edge.

(End of this chapter)