Chapter 802： An old driver has taken me (1/2)
Wei Qingyu muttered under her chin,
”But seeing the newcomer laugh, how can I hear the old one crying... I'm in vain, mother, I will dig my heart and lungs with you, and I will pat my **** and turn my face and refuse to recognize the person before I eat it completely, huh, the little girl film!”
With sighs after another, Wei Qingyu's expression was very melancholy and sad.
There are elm bumps on both sides, and the fact that they are wrong cannot be called embarrassment, and she can't help but start to miss arranged marriages.
”Hey... I turned my head and broke my heart... Is it really necessary to use some extraordinary means?”
Uh-huh.
Take Lin Chou's bundle of paper menus and put them in the wheel of the washing machine for twenty minutes, take them out and put them into the brain to serve as brains. Of course, I must, I definitely can't think of it, even if I think of it, I don't understand how Cold Tyrannosaurus performs itself. The key to the strategy is that the two most important parties have consciously figured out the matter clearly, Bai Tuliangtang - it's just that Wei Qingyu, who has a widowed old man's mood, has been pitifully spared.
There is no disaster.
...
Cold Tyrannosaurus wanted to sing happily.
When no one sees it, the word ”joy” will be written on the face-like a child.
If Wei Qingyu were present, she would definitely sneer, not just like a child, the violence index of this girl is directly proportional to the degree of naivety.
This is what she hates most—just this kind of talent, how can you let your old lady teach you to grab a man?
However, I have to say that sometimes the thing about love is just as sudden as the cancer of the heroine of a Korean drama—
At this moment, if someone asks Leng Tyrannosaurus Lin Shou, is it okay?
The answer is likely to be an extremely affirmative um, which is enough to show the state of mind.
Similarly, if someone asks her whether she loves or not?
The answer may be much more complicated, at least a little bit more complicated than verbally explaining the actual meaning of family planning education and broken eggs-of course, if the person asking the question is not completely dead, it must be understood.
When should it start?
She couldn't help looking up at the sky, the thick yellow cloud tone was especially warm.
Well, today is 37.5°, the wind is sunny and sunny.
Even Leng Han's cold temperament had to admit that when Lin Chou brought out the toothy wolf sashimi, it seemed to be extraordinarily tall-most afraid of sudden hope in despair.
and then:
Appendicitis, give you the knife, go and cut it for him.
What, you were sent by the base city to talk about it, oh that doesn’t matter...
Banquet, go chant, don’t you eat a pig's hoof?
Why is it a statue? Watch me blow the group of idiots out of breath with a slipper.
Wait, save the bath water, I'll make a soup for you first!
-The sack of balls!
(The last one is crossed out, it must be crossed out! He shouldn't know this, right? He absolutely can't know!)
Leng Han held his red hot face and suddenly squatted down.
Hold your head.
Buried.
Like an ostrich.
”Why... why would I want to go up here...”
This posture is very ordinary, very inconspicuous, and the difficulty is half a star. It is even more incomparable to follow the yoga movement of roaring.
But Leng Han quickly couldn't keep it any longer, stood up and took a few breaths, blushing annoyed, and slapped a 36D slap.
”What's the use! I'm suffocated!”
Then he walked forward quickly, walked a few steps, and slapped him **** the other side.
”Huh... it's balanced now.”
After a few flashes, people disappeared.
...
Leng Han was right.
Of course, if he didn't deal with Lin Chou, he wouldn't dare to move forward. Wouldn't he be beaten to death if he turned his face?
Regarding running or being tired, Lin Chou chose a dog leash.
With a question mark in his head, he was a good obedient boy and prepared to go back to the small hall and take a glance before thinking about this complicated problem.
The Shangcheng District was smashed and there was no movement, while the Xiacheng District was full of people and beaming everywhere.
What are the dead people? Mingguang people are all well-informed. Everything is rare these days, but the dead are not rare—the dead can still stand up and continue to make trouble. What deserves special attention.
Every day, as many corpses of strange animals as flowing water are transported into the lower city, and then scattered in various alleys and disappear silently, compared with the millions of green camouflage that China has produced every year under the satellite monitoring before the catastrophe. Lisuo, guarantee that no one will be able to find a trace.
Bacon, oil-sealed meat, jerky, sausages...an alley can find a hundred ways to preserve the meat of foreign animals, but there is no serious difference. The whole Xiacheng area is filled with amazing aromas, and there are laughter and laughter everywhere. Festival can be much more lively.
The dead are gone, and the lives of the living continue.
At this time, thinking too much is just to find yourself uncomfortable, hurry up and save as much animal meat as possible, and eat fiercely and desperately, so that you can be worthy of yourself, worthy of your dead relatives and friends.
In addition to these sounds, basically only the cry of children of different ages is the loudest-and the sound of crackling children.
Of course, Lin Chou has also suffered from this kind of hell-level innocence since he was young. Usually, it is hard to have a burnt feather in the house. It is not easy to have so much meat. The guy who looks like a father and a mother also looks hideous and plays with his life to the little bunnies. Stuffed meat in his mouth, said that he wanted to drink mouth water, gargle and eat a wild vegetable to relieve his greasiness. Those who greet him are loud big-eared melon seeds.
Lin Chou said hey, happy to hear, happy to hear.
”Didi...di...”
”Yo, Boss Lin?”
”Ok?”
Lin Chou turned his head, his head poked out from the driving seat of a relatively light wilderness tank, a bit familiar.
”Me, Meng Lang!”
”???”
Lin Chou didn't know him. Since he was familiar with each other, he must be a frequent visitor of Xiaoguan, and he could not remember clearly for everyone.
Meng Lang touched his hair and got familiar.
”Where is Boss Lin going?”
”Back to the shop.”
I saw a bare, dazzling thigh across the cab, kicking the co-pilot's door open with a slam.
”Get in the car, drop in!”
”...”
This person, don't you know who drives a car air conditioner?
Do you take off your pants when you get hot? How did you let Ben boss, who is a straight steel man, get in the car? Are you heading west?
Squeeze the convenient shovel, do you hang up and fly back?
Looking up at the sky, he saw a ghost, at least thirty-seven-eight degrees, stinky and sweaty, not in line with the style of the boss.
In fact, Lin Chou had a second choice, a whistle matter, the four dogs designated Pidianpidian to run over to pick him up.
However, Lin Chou didn't want to do this. Don't look at the handsome guy standing on the forehead of the four dogs. The wind blew across his cheeks and disrupted my long dark hair.
And this is indeed the case in the movie at the entrance of the alley. The BGMs of the knights in white clothes riding through the rivers and lakes on horseback are all the same mood:
Let us live in a cool and unrestrained manner, riding horses and galloping together to share the prosperity of the world...
In fact:
Let let... make making making making... sprinkling... making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making making... ....
Ideals are full, reality is very skinny, so you don't want to gallop.