Fu Qiu's home.

The atmosphere at this time was a bit awkward.

Ye Qiuyi and Mary looked at each other quietly, both a little shy. Of course, they also complained about Fu Qiu.

Last night, they went to war together.

When they came back last night, Fu Qiu and Ye Qiuyi were caught in a fire, lingering all the way from the living room to the bedroom, gradually forgetting their love.

During the process, they encountered Mary, a distinguished guest. Fu Qiu controlled the situation and did not give her a chance to evacuate. In the end, they became a man and two women working together to build the future of society.

This morning, the three of them got up in bed together. Fu Qiu was so thick-skinned that he didn't take it seriously, but the two women were extremely awkward.

At the dining table, Fu Qiu was drinking porridge as usual and glanced at the two of them: "Okay, didn't I introduce you last night?"

"Qiu Yi, this is Mary, who is also my official girlfriend, the platoon boss, I call you sister."

Ye Qiuyi called her sister very meekly.

The polygamy system in Hong Kong Island has only been abolished for more than ten years (it was abolished in 1972), and their generation grew up in the background of the past.

Especially since Ye Qiuyi's family was wealthy, his father naturally married several wives.

Therefore, she was very open-minded about this kind of thing. Who said he really loved Fu Qiu?

Mary smiled at Ye Qiuyi and responded kindly.

Turning her face away, she was a little cold towards Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu glanced at her: "What? Didn't I tell you before? Didn't you agree?"

"This is only the second time, and you are showing off to me. Aren't you going to kill me for the next seven or eight times?"

Mary was in trouble and couldn't express her pain at this time. She only thought it was a joke at the time and didn't expect that she would meet him so soon.

Fu Qiu, a bad guy, is still so confident!

After giving him a stick, Fu Qiu gave him a sweet date to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I told you that you are the boss. No matter how many times you have in the future, you will still be the boss."

"Okay, you guys should get familiar with each other. We were honest with each other last night, so you don't have to be so reserved."

After saying this, Fu Qiu left the dining table, walked to the living room, turned on the TV, listened to today's report, and picked up a newspaper to read.

Fu Qiuyi's indifferent attitude left Mary with nowhere to vent her anger. Coupled with Ye Qiuyi's gentle and kind appearance, she was completely discouraged.

She even thought in her mind that men all like gentleness, and if she got angry again, she would fall behind because of the contrast.

"I'm leaving. There's still work at the office," Mary said.

Fu Qiu looked at her and nodded: "Go ahead. By the way, I have made an appointment with someone to go see the house with me tomorrow. You are the boss, so you have to take care of this kind of thing."

When Mary heard this, she felt a little proud and hummed in response: "I know."

Ye Qiuyi sat alone at the dining table, sipping porridge in small sips.

Fu Qiu opened his arms to her and said, "Come here and sit on my lap."

"I also want to drink porridge, you feed me."

Ye Qiuyi's face turned red, satisfying Fu Qiu's ambiguity.

"Don't use a spoon, use your mouth."

"Ah!" Fu Qiu opened his mouth.

Ye Qiuyi looked at the man in front of her, smiled, took a sip of porridge, and started talking.

One mouthful of porridge lasted seven or eight minutes.

The two of them had a little tender affection, which made Ye Qiuyi's face turn red and her ears became completely soft.

Finally, the two of them tidied up their clothes.

Fu Qiu gave a key and said, "I'm going to the church. If you're tired, rest for a while before leaving."

Ye Qiuyi nodded, and finally made up her mind, took out a gold card from her bag and put it in Fu Qiu's bag.

"Fu Sheng, this is my supplementary gold card. You can take it and use it."

Fu Qiu smiled in his heart. He hadn't had soft food for many years. He pretended to be serious: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Ye Qiuyi panicked instantly: "No, I'm just not too tired from work like you, and you have to support your sister, buy a house and provide for the house, so I have to think of something to do."

Seeing her pitiful and sensible look, Fu Qiu finally smiled, held her cheek, kissed her face, and comforted her gently.

"I will accept your gold card to fulfill your wish."

"Tomorrow, you will come with me to see the house."

"Sister's side?" Ye Qiuyi was a little hesitant.

"It's okay, she is also very kind."

Time flies and several days pass.

Fu Qiu has bought a new villa and moved with his two women.

In the church, Fu Qiu was sitting in the office, picked up a ticket on the table, and started reading.

This is the ticket for Devil Muscle Man to take on the Japanese Karate Champion.

There has been a lot of hype in the newspapers these days, and they also highlighted the achievements of the Devil Muscle Man.

In 1974, he won the first kickboxing championship in Southeast Asia. In 1980, he defeated the Japanese heavy gunner Thunder Dragon. After that, he swept the Japanese karate masters for three consecutive years and won the all-Japan kickboxing championship.

Gui Wangda, the only successor of ancient Chinese boxing, is known as the nemesis of karate and is nicknamed the "Devil Muscular Man".

This time the karate master came to Hong Kong Island specifically for him.

"Ghost King Da!"

Reciting the name and looking at the face in the newspaper that was very similar to Uncle Da's, Fu Qiu once again confirmed which movie it was.

The king of destruction.

That's the movie - Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu shouted out that all the people present were rubbish, and was finally defeated by He Jinyin, who was guided by Ghost King Da, with the invincible Hot Wheels, and then won the beauty back.

"According to this movie, the Devil Muscle Man will break his leg and fall down, and then open a grocery store again. I wonder if it will be this time?"

"At the same time, I am a little curious about the heir of ancient martial arts." Various thoughts flashed in Fu Qiu's mind.

Ring ring ring…

Another series of phone rings rang.

"Hello, this is St. Francis of Assisi, and I am Fu Qiu."

"It's me, Zhong Guoqiang. The whiteboard was caught by gang members. I need help."

"Okay, I'll help you contact the police. Don't worry, I have acquaintances in the police force, and I will dispatch the police as quickly as possible." Fu Qiu said.

His acquaintances in the police force were naturally not Zhou Xingxing. This guy only joined the Flying Tigers after being thrown into the street, and he didn't have many connections.

The acquaintance he said was his second wife's cousin, who had attended a church wedding and was now the superintendent of the police force.

He just called Ye Qiuyi and concealed his presence, that was all.

Zhong Guoqiang thought for a while, thought it was OK, and nodded: "Then hurry up."

"No problem, just give me your address."

Sixi Teahouse.

Zhong Guoqiang and a group of gang members are still in confrontation.

Previously, he broke into a group of gang members' territory alone to talk about numbers, which immediately shocked the bald boss.

Then he asked him which hall he was in, how many people there were, and who was the elder?

Zhong Guoqiang replied, St. Francis of Assisi Church has hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters in Hong Kong, and its immediate leader is the archbishop.

The huge population size shocked the bald old man, but he didn't believe it when Zhong Guoqiang was bragging, so he asked Zhong Guoqiang to call someone.

"Hey, boy, are your brothers coming? Don't you cousins ​​have hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters? And your elder brother called the Archbishop."

Zhong Guoqiang was speechless. Just as he was about to speak, a group of police officers rushed in.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"We are the Royal Hong Kong Police!"
Chapter completed!