第七章这,不是狂言！(8/20)

短短时间内就弄出之前那些猜测。好在没用多久，这些心思各异，被自己吓到自己的政客们，开始意识到，这个胖子是没贵族风度的，不知道是哪家没教养的新贵族子弟，这个胖子并不是想弄死他们，只是想支使他们，让他们伺候而已。
                                                                                                                                                                政客们最擅长的是什么？
                                                                                                                                                                能屈能伸，虚伪陨！
                                                                                                                                                                在意识到这些之后，这些失败的政客们开始委曲求全，无论他们心中如何咒骂这个拳头很硬的死胖子，表面上却不得不老实的接受着死胖子的支使。
                                                                                                                                                                “喂，那个瘦猴，给老子按摩按摩腿……看他妈什么！这里还有比你还瘦的吗！”
                                                                                                                                                                “死胖子，你他妈的笑什么！你以为比老子苗条一点就觉得自己是型男了？靠，过来，给我捏胳膊！”
                                                                                                                                                                一个牢房不足十个人，被多多支使得团团转，多多乐呵呵的享受着，反正他是不急，有人急……
                                                                                                                                                                也就是这个晚上，萨米斯还在逃亡的这个夜里。半步多的工地上，六芒慌张地找到了雅娜，说道：“我师傅怎么还没回来？”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                               

本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读