Hong Kong Film: Starting from the Competing for the Talker/hong Kong Film: I, Ye Chen, the King of U

　　Speaking of which, the little Jew ignored the blood on his palms, grabbed the rich girl's tens of thousands of Burberry trench coats, and cried, "I beg you, don't go back to the city, okay?"

　　"Okay, okay!" The rich girl replied immediately after hearing the words, she quickly turned the steering wheel, turned around and headed towards Haiyu Village.

　　"Don't worry, we women can't let this scumbag go!"

　　"Stinky man, big radish, men are ruthless beasts!" The rich woman scolded and stepped on the accelerator!

　　The red supercar was like a rocket, speeding on the road.

　　"By the way, my name is Long Jiwen (from the Great Era), what's your name?"

　　The reason why she had such a big reaction to the little Jew when he talked about men's chaos and abandonment.

　　It was because of her father, Long Chengbang, the former inspector of Yau Ma Tei on Hong Kong Island and one of Lai Luo's top horses.

　　In the era when Lai Luo covered the sky with only one hand and was powerful, Long Chengbang was one of the top horses with the same fame as Lard Boy and Xiangrong.

　　Naturally, the scenery is infinite and arrogant.

　　And he himself is romantic by nature, and has always liked to mess with flowers.

　　So much so that when Long Chengbang saw one love, he lost his old love when he had a new love, and he married seven wives one after the other.

　　There are more than two wives of Lai Luo, known as Wei Xiaobao of Hong Kong Island.

　　Even if the corruption case of Lai Luo Laihao broke out later, causing shock in Hong Kong, the ICAC intervened strongly, and Hong Kong wanted him.

　　After Long Chengbang got the wind, he ran to Taiwan Island in time.

　　But still has not changed the nature of the romantic, constantly provoking right and wrong!

　　Under such circumstances, Long Jiwen's mother died of anger at an early age, before she was forty years old.

　　Leaving behind Long Jiwen, who was only nine years old.

　　Therefore, Long Jiwen hated scumbag men like her father since he was a child, and wished that all men in the world would die.

　　It is because of this tragic childhood experience that she has no sympathy for men, and she has never been in a relationship.

　　Even though she is Bai Fumei, she is the object of countless people!

　　He is still a top student, and a student who is praised and loved by teachers.

　　"My name is Ruan Mei, and they all call me Little Jude." Little Jude said a little embarrassedly.

　　Hearing this, Long Jiwen burst out laughing and repeated, "Little Jew, interesting, interesting."

　　Long Jiwen, who has always spent a lot of money, never wanted to wrong himself, let alone save money to save money.

　　She has a true temperament and is willing to do whatever she likes.

　　As long as you don't like it, even if you give her [*] million, not [*] million.

　　"Then I'll call you Amei!" Long Jiwen said with a smile as he looked at the blushing little Jew.

　　"Okay, okay!" Little Jew nodded happily.

　　From childhood to adulthood, it was not that the little Jew did not like to make friends, but that he was afraid of being laughed at by others.

　　But the girl of the same age beside her, not only did not laugh at herself, but respected her wishes, which made her very happy.

　　"By the way, Amei, there is an ice pack in the car cabinet. You can take it out and apply it to reduce the fever. You are so beautiful, if your brain is burned out, you will become stupid and sweet." Long Jiwen said with a smile.

　　"No way." The little Jew pouted.

　　But he still obediently took out an ice pack from the cabinet and put it on his forehead.

　　"Also, there is a spare pack of antipyretic medicines there. If there is no hot water, you can eat it with mineral water." Long Jiwen asked thoughtfully.

　　"Well." The little Jew nodded again and said, "Thank you!"

　　The two then shared their stories of growing up with each other.

　　Only then did Long Jiwen know that this guy named Ye Chen was not a scumbag, but the sweetheart of the little Jew.

　　Hearing this, she couldn't help but flash a look of envy in her eyes.

　　At least she has a man worth worrying about and thinking about every day, unlike herself, who can only live like a walking corpse every day.

　　Just as two women, who have had their own ups and downs, hugged together for warmth, an accident happened suddenly.

　　The Z4 sports car suddenly broke down on the road halfway up the mountain.

　　Long Jiwen was desperate for a while, so he had to call the car repair company.

　　But in this barren mountain, where there is any signal, don't even think about making a phone call.

　　So, Long Jiwen could only say to the little Jew: "Amei, I'm sorry, the car suddenly broke down."

　　"Otherwise, let's sleep in this car for the night, and walk across it after dawn tomorrow."

　　"Otherwise, if you have a high fever again, and it's raining lightly, it's easy to faint again."

　　"Besides, when you see him tomorrow, you don't want to look sick, so let him worry."

　　Speaking of this, Long Jiwen suddenly smiled and joked: "What's more, if he sees you in such a downhearted state, be careful that he doesn't want you."

　　"You have to know that the men in this world are all visual animals. If you like me, a fashionable girl who is dressed in bright and fashionable fashion, then you will be really miserable."

　　Sure enough, Little Jude was not afraid of the sky, but he was afraid that Ye Chen would not want him.

　　Hearing this, she nodded and said, "Well, I'll listen to you."

　　Long Jiwen looked at the pity of the little Jew, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "What kind of man in this world can make Amei so fascinated, and he doesn't even care about his own life."

　　Thinking of this, Long Jiwen became more and more curious and looking forward to this Ye Chen who had never met.

　　But what she didn't know was that the fall of women usually starts from curiosity.

　　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　　A night passed quickly. At around [*]:[*] in the morning, Long Jiwen woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

　　Looking up at the co-pilot, he saw Little Jew cradling his feet with his hands and curled up on the co-pilot.

　　"You haven't slept all night." Long Jiwen froze for a moment and wondered.

　　"No, I slept for two hours, but I can't sleep anymore!" Little Jude said seriously.

　　Alas, Long Jiwen let out a long sigh, thinking with his toes, he knew that this silly girl was worried about her sweetheart.

　　Afterwards, Long Jiwen pressed the little Jew's forehead: "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

　　"Let's go, let's get out of the car and walk, it's like a hike."

　　"Okay, okay!" The little Jew excitedly pushed open the car door and jumped down.

　　Looking at Long Jiwen, she was speechless for a while, and she suspected that if the little Jew was a little more cruel, he might have left her to find his sweetheart.

　　After walking for about half an hour, a convoy happened to pass by. The bold and outgoing Long Jiwen immediately waved and shouted, "Hey, hey. Hey, stop, stop!"

　　The leader was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan. After seeing Long Jiwen beckoning, he asked the driver to stop.

　　"Brother, please do it, take us a trip!" Long Jiwen said to the driver with a smile.

　　The driver didn't answer, but looked at the boss in the back seat.

　　The boss squinted at Long Jiwen and Little Jude, and then a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

　　Ordered: "Go, let them get in the car!"

　　That's right, this boss is Ding Zongshu, the leader of the Four Seas Gang.

　　This time, he went south to avenge his own brother Ding Zongquan and killed the enemy.

　　"Sister Wen, don't, let's just walk, I don't think they are good people." The little Jew waved Long Jiwen's hand and pleaded.

　　"Don't worry, I have never met a good person since I was a child!" Speaking of which, Long Jiwen added, "You are the first!"

　　Then, generously got into the car behind the Rolls-Royce.

　　The excuse given was that the little Jewish clothes were so dirty that they stained the Rolls Royce.

　　Ding Zongshu also agreed. Anyway, he has so many subordinates, only two women, and he can't escape.

　　Just waiting for revenge for Ding Zongquan, then enjoy the evening.

　　The team quickly started again, and with a roar, it galloped away towards Haiyu Village.

　　About two hours later, the remote and backward Haiyu Village finally arrived.

　　As soon as I entered the village, I was blocked by a tractor.

　　"Country bumpkin, get out of the way, this is a Rolls-Royce worth more than [*] million yuan, and you can't afford to sell your whole family." Upon seeing this, the driver immediately scolded arrogantly.

　　However, everyone saw the man sitting in the driver's seat of the tractor, still sitting firmly on Mount Tai, indifferent.

　　The angry driver opened the door and came down, and was about to rush towards the hillbilly.

　　Just during this period, a group of fishermen armed with hoes and iron rods suddenly rushed from all directions.

　　This time, the driver was stunned.

　　Seeing this, Ding Zongshu hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

　　"I'm telling you, get out of here now!"

　　"Otherwise, I recognize you, but I don't know you in my hands." Ding Zongshu scolded with a cold face.

　　Unexpectedly, the guy sitting on the tractor, wearing cropped pants, a vest, and a rain hat looked in the mirror.

　　He murmured, "Why do I look like the handsome version of the mage Liu Haizhu?"

　　That's right, this guy pretending to be a ghost is Ye Chen.

　　In just one night, by smashing a cow to death with a fist, hitting a tree and other means of force, the villagers all recognized him, worshipped him, and obeyed his orders!

　　You know, for these villagers, they like to take advantage, they are careful and calculating, but they are also simple and kind.

　　They are neither good nor bad, but a group of ordinary people.

　　"Country bumpkin, what are you mumbling about?" Ding Zongshu scolded impatiently.

　　"It's a pleasure to have a friend from afar!" Ye Chen said casually.

　　Then he said to the villagers, "Go, give it to the idiot. Buy melon seeds for your distinguished guests!"

　　"Go, go, I'm not a three-year-old child, what kind of melon seeds are you eating?"