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Chapter six hundred and twentieth seventh which pot is not opened to mention which pot(3/3)

The smile on Dong Biao's face quickly concentrated. It can be seen that he was holding back his laughter and not laughing out loud, but for only a moment, the smile suddenly froze, and his eyes turned red. "Brother Bin..." Dong Biao's voice was choked: "Thank you for the hard work over the past twenty years."

It has been twenty-five years since the three of them formed a gang and stolen goods from foreigners in the harbor freighter. During these twenty-five years, Cao Bin has eaten as much as his brothers and drank less than his brothers, but the weight he carried on his shoulders is incomparable to all the brothers. When the hall was in trouble, Cao Bin always rushed to the front and blocked the brothers behind him. After the trouble was solved, the brothers could all breathe a sigh of relief, but Cao Bin still had to do his best to prepare for the future just to achieve better development in the hall.

Dong Biao saw all this and was grateful in his heart.

After the previous sister-in-law encountered misfortune, Cao Bin blocked his feelings. He became serious and became more serious, and even gave his brothers a sense of indifference. Dong Biao felt sorry for Cao Bin. For more than 20 years, he tried every means to make his brother Bin reopen the emotional heart of men and women, but it repeatedly led to miserable defeats. Just when Dong Biao felt the despair of "the mountains and rivers were full of no way", the "dark willows and flowers willows and flowers will be bright and bright again" that he never dared to think of actually appeared in front of him.

How could Dong Biao not be excited? How could he not be moved?

"Oh, look, I'm beaten up, right?" Cao Bin took out a handkerchief with a cigar in her mouth and threw it to Dong Biao.

Dong Biao took the handkerchief and wiped the tears that were about to seep out of his eyes, but burst into laughter. He remembered the scene when he first met Cao Bin twenty-five years ago, when he was not convinced by Cao Bin, but was beaten to cry. That year, he was only sixteen years old, which was the most beautiful era of lush youth. But now, he is a half-La old man who is over 41 years old.

"Don't you pick up any pot without opening it, okay? Brother Bin, I just cried that time? Have you ever seen me cry after that?" Dong Biao angrily threw down his handkerchief and wanted to argue with Cao Bin, but as soon as he grasped the momentum, he whispered again, "Okay, I admit defeat. One time later you pretended to be dead, which scared me to tears."

Dong Biao's words made Cao Bin recall the past, especially the scene of pretending to be dead and scaring Dong Biao to tears, which was vivid in my mind.

Cao Bin couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies so fast! A Biao, in a blink of an eye, just in a blink of an eye, we will grow old."

Dong Biao smiled and retorted: "It's you old! Brother Bin, I'm still young, I'm not convinced? You can also try three good-looking people, see if you can satisfy them?"
Chapter completed!
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