Chapter 43： Keep it blowing (2/2)
A series of vocabulary that I don’t know whether it can be described or not floated through the minds of everyone, such as the glue like paint, the love of Mo and his wife, and so on.
Also TM, really affectionate? ! !
”Ah! My fence, my money!! Where's Lao Tzu's pan?!” Lin Chou vomited blood and three liters.
Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, ”Brother Chou! Calm down! Calm down!”
Huang Dashan is a step forward, ”Brother, brother, if you don't want it, give it to Brother Shan? What is Brother Shan to you? Nothing to say? Don't get excited...it's worthless if you break it!!”
Excited, Lin Chou pushed Huang Dashan into the air and turned 360 degrees, and he threw it in all directions with a ”bang”.
Huang Dashan was blinded by ”I...you...”
Lin Chou said awkwardly, ”This, Brother Shan, cough cough cough... sorry...”
Huang Dashan patted his **** and stood up a little ignorantly ”It's okay...”
Scratching his head, shaking his hand, two double-edged great axes suddenly appeared in his hands, and there was a thrilling bang between the gold and iron, ”That's right, the axe is still there, I am a second-order?!”
With the help of Zhao Ziyu's six tall buildings and the help of Huang Dashan's coolie, he dug pits and filled soil to plant back the fences on the road.
In the evening, Zhao Ziyu hadn't left yet, and Aunt Lin hadn't come back. How could the six tall men beside the young master not let him go back to the base city like this.
The main reason is that Young Master Zhao didn't want to leave at all.
”Maoqiu” and ”Mao Niu” were hung on the hemlock tree house by Lin Chou and drifted in the wind.
The two **** hit each other,
”Moo”
”Grumbling?”
A lively education class made Lin Chou's mouth dry, let's take a look at these two things...
Lin Chou's face turned blue with anger, and the pan slapped on the poor hemlock.
”Naughty animal! I...”
Zhao Ziyu hugged Lin Chou's thigh, ”Brother Chou, Brother Chou, don't do anything, just hit me if you want...”
The six tall and strong looked at each other, just followed in the footsteps of the young master, and shouted in unison, ”Boss Lin, don't do it, you can hit us if you want to!”
”You, you” Lin Chou pointed at Zhao Ziyu, his fingers trembling.
Young Master Ziyu was trembling with the appearance of a stroke and hemiplegia, ”Well, Brother Sorrow...”
”Fuck off, I'll **** off!”
Young Master Ziyu ran away in a hurry, followed by a row of six tall and strong in black, the team was very neat.
Lin Chou sat behind the counter and shook his fingers to settle the accounts. After doing the calculations, his face turned into a bitter gourd.
MDZZ, this is going to go bankrupt.
”Grumbling?”
The fur ball hangs down from the beam of the room and slips into the pocket of Lin Chou's shirt. It looks like he is going to sleep.
A certain ”hairy cow” rolled in like a ball, jumped, threw Lin Chou to the ground, and started arching into his arms.
”Tear”
The shirt pocket is torn.
”Grumbling?”
”Moo.”
Mao Niu was very wronged and looked at his shirt pocket blankly, his eyes sad and melancholy.
”Dang, Dang!”
The pan was buzzing and trembling, finally quiet.
Climbed up the tree house and took a bath, threw away the shirt torn by the big hair ball, and went to bed to sleep.