At that time, I didn’t think much of it with him. These days, I didn’t see Jia Ya and changed my gold clothes. It looked really cool and cool. "What’s wrong with me?" He gave a fascinating smile. "How can you allow me to help Liu Ge?"
The rules of practice are very strict. This guy is ready to intervene in the fight between Blackie and Kouchin. It can be said that he is short of breath at the moment, but behind him, he and his bodyguards are secretly pinching me one by one. It’s really two to one. It’s not right for Wang Xi to help me.
"You, you … I, I want to compete with you. This young man almost grieved and took the biggest box from the bodyguard behind him." I want to teach you a lesson.
"Teach Nima I called to get up directly." Don’t talk nonsense to the old man, and settle an account more-I’d rather lose than gamble.
"Is the beginning tone so big now even can’t afford to lose Liu Ge you practice is not the most polite? What do you say? Spit out, spit out, pull out shit, and make a promise. What’s the matter? "Behind the iron, there are people who lick saliva and eat shit and don’t recognize it?"
"It’s hard to say. What if there is?" I looked at the young man with a smile. "Do you think someone likes to eat shit?"
The young man stopped for half a face with a box ready to open his hand. He gritted his teeth and took a bag from the bodyguard next to him. He pulled out a thick stack of tickets and threw it to the ground. "Fifty thousand is almost a roar." Ten thousand people go there every day to find someone to serve you for dinner, just when I bought this bet … "
Ahem, I didn’t say much when I looked at Wang Xi, but the ya suddenly turned white.
"So cheap?" Wang Xi’s eyes narrowed with laughter. He clapped his hands and two bodyguards came out to click and open the box. "I don’t want to watch you fulfill your bet a day without doing it …"
Two boxes full of cash.
I’m not afraid of Gao Fushuai, the second generation of Qian!
Section one hundred and fifty-three Master Club
"Be honest! It took me a lot of effort to help you scare that rich second generation. Even if you don’t have credit, you have to work hard, right? Now you don’t even want to take me in for a night-a typical relative who hates enemies will do it quickly. Your loyal friend feels more chilling than me.
"You said that you have booked a hotel with a lot of silver hands, and you still depend on me for this?"
"Well, I’m afraid of danger …"
"Dozens of bodyguards Gallo master is dangerous! Tell me about it? "
"Well, the food here is good …"
"No matter rice here.
"Er … elder sister asked me to live with you …"
“……”
At this moment, the second generation brother has forgotten his identity, and my room is full of boasting, spraying the third young master of Mohism, and then being careless, asking people to move their luggage into the room and put it with me and stay in bed directly.
Mo Wen, the third young master of Mohism, is the young man who looked at me today-we finally became a servant and waited on a lot of people outside after all kinds of ridicule, and his eyes were almost dripping with water, which has gone beyond the realm of kannika nimtragol to be a boudoir dissatisfied housewife.
No wonder he hates it so much that the restaurant he found in front of us was a Sichuan hot pot restaurant!
After eating duck intestines for two and a half hours, we will pinch them inch by inch and burn them!
"Remember …" Mervyn finally opened his eyes, only to be thrown over by the iron mouth. "We remember … aren’t you going to serve us for breakfast?"
So the conversation ended here.
I didn’t know that the master had come back until I came back from the hot pot restaurant. I was just about to meet the master. I didn’t think he was coming himself. The master looked very happy. "Smelly little guy is not bad, and he didn’t lose face to the old man." He ha ha ha laughed. "It’s a bit of Zhuge’s meaning to fight fiercely outside without showing weakness.
"I gave the chair to the master" without looking at who taught me? "
That’s what a great teacher makes a great teacher. Ha ha. Iron saw the master sit quietly and pass the teacup. Who doesn’t know your old ways-even the coach pig can beat the Mohist to death? "
This ya now tone and I more and more like a face of dead pig by boiling water, the black, the black, the scold, and the soft mouth.
My next sister sneered at me with a blindfold.
Master reached out and fanned my hand to stop me from retaliating against the iron. "By the way, I am clear about going out these times, but you have to see your injuries with your own eyes … take off your clothes."
I took off my clothes without saying anything, and then my sister helped me untie the bandage in circles. The master took my arm to my eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time before nodding. "It’s ok. It’s healing well." He loosened his hand and "Let’s pack."
This wound seems to be much better than I remember. It seems that it is not just drugs and youth. I hesitated to say, "Master, is this because of eating too old?"
"That’s natural. Why don’t you? Tianju? Miracle? Stop dreaming, master. "Are you serious about the stuff in the novel? Remember that although we can see many things in our eyes that ordinary people can’t see, it doesn’t mean that we are down to earth. "
"White" I nodded.
At this time, someone gently knocked on the door and shouted "Master Zhuge" outside, "Master, please come over."
Master’s eyebrows jumped and he said to himself, "So soon?"
"What’s so fast?" I asked a question, but the old man didn’t answer. He gave me a look and didn’t say much. He went straight out and threw me a sentence "Don’t run around" when he got to the door.
A few minutes after the teacher left, Wang Xiya came running to knock on the door and then insisted on my bed.
Since he didn’t leave, there was nothing I could do to chat with him, but I quickly found an excuse to pull my sister out, saying that I wanted to buy something outside
It is estimated that Wang Xi’s handsome heart is not practical, so I can tell him that this guy is not interested in women, but at the thought of the words’ even if the coach pig is what’ just now, I will let this little outside drink wind!