Durin pinched delier''s neck with one hand and clenched the other hand into a fist, which was hard on delier''s exquisitely dressed face. This punch is full of strength. Although the 16-year-old boy is far inferior to adults in strength and physical quality, considering delier''s thin and weak, this punch has done a good job to him. The blood immediately flowed out along delier''s sour and painful nose, and the fishy hot heat flowed along his lips to both sides. He looked at Turin in horror and struggled desperately.

    Durin did not hesitate to give him another punch, another punch, another punch!

    There was only "poof", "poof", "poof" in the office.

    After seven or eight punches in a row, delier''s eyes showed a look of pleading and fear. He no longer struggled and seemed to compromise.

    Doolin loosened his hand around his neck and shook his arm. In fact, his fist hurt. Delier had no flesh on his face. He could always touch his cheekbones when he fought. When he hurt him, his fist hurt a little.

    Delier, who got "freedom", gasped, his whole body curled into an egg, and looked at the rude, unreasonable young man like a barbarian in fear.

    "You can''t do this to me!" the slightly sharp voice and the distorted expression of fear on his face made delier''s artistic breath disappear in an instant.

    Doolin picked up an ivory carved miniature totem pole on delier''s table and threw it on delier''s arm. The crisp voice made both of them realize that there must be a fracture between the arm and the ivory. Of course, the fracture will not be ivory, so it is delier''s arm.

    His scream did not last for a second, and the ivory in Turin''s hand was raised high, and the high scream like a soprano stopped suddenly.

    "Mr. delier, can we have a good talk now?", Turin looked at delier, who was huddled in the egg and wept bitterly with his arm as if he had been raped, with dangerous and fierce eyes.

    Delier pursed his mouth and nodded his head. Tears mixed with nose blood dropped on the collar of his favorite clothes, and the red stains were shocking.

    "Very good, that''s very good!" Du Lin put the ivory art back to its original position and specially adjusted its position to keep it the same as before. He tidied up his clothes and appearance and sat on the table. "Now, can you tell me what I should do to catch Mrs. Vivian as soon as possible?" he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, took a sip, and then directly bounced a small amount of the party on delier.

    Delier was afraid and said in a trembling voice: "Mrs. Vivian has a crazy pursuit of all good things..." when he said this, delier suddenly fell silent. He didn''t know whether he should tell the truth. He glanced at Turin whose eyes became fierce again. As soon as he trembled, he decided to say it completely. The only thing he can pray for now is that Turin has nothing to do with Mrs. Vivian, otherwise he will die ugly.

    "Mrs. Vivian has a special hobby... She likes young and young boys, but she won''t be too young. She''s about thirteen or fourteen years old. Handsome or beautiful boys.", she said everything. Delier didn''t seem to want to keep it. Just say it all. Anyway, half a sentence is dead, and a hundred sentences is dead. It''s better to muddle through the current situation before considering what will happen in the future.

    "In fact, many husbands like these tunes. Most of their husbands keep lovers outside. They rarely do anything even if they go home for the night. I don''t know whether it''s out of revenge or a hobby belonging to women. In short, several ladies like to do so. In addition to running this art Museum, I''m also working for these special guests here Look for their prey. "

    "I''ve said everything I should say. Can you let me go?"

    Turin suddenly felt a little speechless. He looked around and saw that it was an art museum full of art. Unexpectedly, he was secretly doing such dirty activities. The curator of the art museum is actually a special pimp?!

    But from another point of view, this is also very normal. These ladies with high status are sure to complain because they lack the necessary care and moisture for a long time. Some of them can stand it, but some people can''t, especially women who have special power like Vivian don''t care what men think and do. Last time, he heard Kevin say that the mayor or a congressman kept a female boss of a restaurant. Unexpectedly, he found these activities here in the twinkling of an eye.

    In fact, he didn''t know that delier didn''t make it all clear. The so-called flower arrangement and tea party is basically a Carnival Party belonging to these ladies. In this art museum full of art, he sprinkled the flood of hormones.

    The boys selected by delier are not at a loss. In addition to enjoying some special happiness, they can also make a lot of money.

    each takes what he needs.

    But this special hobby made Dooling scratch his head. If Mrs. Vivian likes money, he can afford it. If she likes something, he can try to get it. But she likes little boys when she steps on a horse. Do you want to go on her own?

    In an instant, Du Lin thought of a man - dufo.

    That handsome guy like a girl will certainly be liked by these ladies, and it''s not a loss for him.

    At the thought of this, Doolin''s ass moved down from the table. He walked to the egg chair. Delier thought Doolin would continue to beat him. He was so frightened that he immediately protected his head and trembled slightly. But after waiting for a while, the expected storm did not come. He smiled, loosened his arm and laughed twice.

    Durin slowly stretched out his hand, stroked delier''s collar and flicked the ash on his body, "look, I know some secrets I shouldn''t know. If you don''t want to be found floating in the agate river one day, you''d better shut your mouth. Two days later, I''ll find an excuse to invite Mrs. Vivian over. I''ll give her a big gift, okay?", Durin patted delier on the cheek, and delier nodded blankly.

    "I remember, two days later, Mrs. Vivian, big gift!"

    Turin nodded with satisfaction, took out a roll of ten yuan notes from his pocket, randomly counted ten, put them into his pocket, and threw the rest directly to delier.

    The banknotes that lost their bondage turned into pieces of paper, rotating, rolling and falling slowly.

    Looking at Dooling who turned away after the rain, delier felt licked by the dog after the day.