"The Jinju bus stop has arrived, please get off. ”

The conductor's voice sounded, clear and a little sweet, and the passengers on the car moved when they heard it, but Jiang Cong didn't hear it.

After a long while, he turned his head to look out the window, his eyes glazed over, and his heart was full of consternation: the station ...... Arrived?

This is actually the station?! He almost jumped up!

"Please get off the train and get to the station. ”

The conductor stood at the door, looked at the two teenagers sitting in the back, and reminded him clearly.

Peng Qiao sat on the side of the window, Jiang Cong didn't move his position, and it was inconvenient for him to squeeze out, so he could only sit here helplessly.

"Two little brothers, but what's the matter?" the conductor frowned, walked behind him, looked at the two and asked with concern.

"Oh, it's okay, get out of the car right away. Peng Qiao raised his hand to say hello, and then pushed Jiang Cong.

Jiang Cong retracted his gaze from the window, sighed lonely, and then nodded at the conductor, which was regarded as a confession, and then got up and left his seat and walked to the front of the car.

"We still have luggage, please open the door. When Peng Qiao walked out of his seat, he said to the conductor who had moved to the back.

"The door is open, and you're left with your chest. The conductor followed behind him and explained softly.

Jiang Cong got out of the car, and after taking out the box, he stood aside, while Peng Qiao stood beside him with a bag on his back.

The bus started again, the conductor waved at them, and after running forward for more than ten meters, the bus began to turn, and then stopped on the other side of the road.

Yes, the side of the road, the so-called bus station here, right on the main road!

I have to say that this bus station is very large, big enough to park dozens of buses at the same time, if you look at this number alone, it is quite in line with Peng Qiao's description to Jiang Cong!

According to Peng Qiao, this Jinju city is very wealthy, and when you walk down the street and meet ten locals, seven of them will be millionaires!

At that time, Jiang Cong listened to the surging craze, and couldn't help but think about it, in his mind, this city must be very prosperous, with high-rise buildings, everyone dressed brightly, and luxury cars at every turn......

But there's not even a bus station!

"This is the city you are talking about? This can also be called a station? This is the bustling Jinju where millionaires walk all over the place?" Jiang Cong turned to look at Peng Qiao, asking very seriously one by one, and the boss with small eyes showed extreme surprise.

"Don't talk about it, let's go get something to eat first. Peng Qiao smiled flatteringly, then scratched the back of his head, trying to divert the target.

"What are you going to eat! Let's go to the place and put down the luggage first! Eat a fart with your luggage!" Jiang Cong shouted angrily, seeing this scene at this time, how could he have the heart to eat, just this sulking breath can be full.

Peng Qiao smiled awkwardly, he gave a great heart to Jiang Cong's bad mood, what he said was so beautiful at the beginning, but now that he looks at it himself, he feels that it is too exaggerated.

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"Well, this is it. Peng Qiao raised his hand and shook it, his expression was slightly uncomfortable, even his voice was full of weakness, he was really very temperless by a stinky face in just two minutes after he came by car.

"Qinqi rehabilitation massage room. Jiang Cong raised his eyes and read it softly, then moved his gaze and looked at the more eye-catching large glass window, which was neatly plastered with red slogans, saying "Cure cervical spine and treat rheumatism" or something.

The two walked up the stairs, and then Peng Qiao pushed open the glass door, and a wave of heat immediately hit his face.

From the outside, this is the shop facing the street, but when he enters the house, he just raises his eyes and sweeps it, Jiang Cong knows that this is actually a residential house, and the place where they are now is the living room.

The living room is not big, but because there is nothing to buy, it looks quite spacious.

To their right, there is a wall, only half a meter wide from the gate, with a green bamboo potted plant in the corner.

To their left, half a meter wide, there was a large glass window covered with red slogans, under which sat a four-seater couch and a slightly shorter glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

On either side of the sofa, there is a green bamboo potted plant, and on the opposite side is a bar.

At the entrance and exit of the bar, there is a dark red door, behind which is supposed to be the bedroom, and on the other side of the bar, there is a dark doorway, and through the outside, there are two bedrooms on the other side.

Peng Qiao put the suitcase against the wall, then pulled Jiang Cong, who was looking at the layout of the room, sat on the sofa, and leaned back very unceremoniously, resting his feet directly on the coffee table.

Jiang Cong glanced at the very unceremonious feet, and he didn't dare to follow suit when he first arrived.

There were a few magazines on the glass coffee table at random, Jiang Cong took one and looked at it absentmindedly, although he didn't want to admit it, he was actually a little nervous.

The two sat down for a few minutes, when someone suddenly pushed the door in, saw an extra suitcase in the room, and subconsciously glanced at it, as if it was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, and walked directly into the doorway.

"What's this girl's name, it looks pretty good, how can it be as unbearable as you say. Jiang Cong frowned and glanced at Peng Qiao suspiciously.

Peng Qiao didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Cong and smiled, and that smile looked a little flat.

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced up and down at Peng Qiao a few times, and shouted in a strange tone: "Yo drink, it looks like your wings are stiff, and you want to go to the house to uncover the tiles if you don't fight for three days?"

Peng Qiao still didn't speak, but the meaning of narrowness in his smile became stronger and stronger.

"Hey, I think this is your territory, so I'm starting to tune it up, right? Jiang Congwei laughed, stretched out his hands coldly, grabbed Peng Qiao's neck, and knocked him down.

"Pretend! I'll let you pretend! Say, what's her name!"

"I said, I said, you let go, let go. Peng Qiao's face was red from being pinched, and it was not easy for his hands to contain Jiang Cong's attack, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Why did you go earlier, do you have to hit the south wall before you can turn back!" Jiang Cong let go of his hand and deliberately moved a long distance to the side, avoiding Peng Qiao's possible counterattack.

After touching his neck and soothing the feeling of suffocation, Peng Qiao said: "I don't know who she is, really, maybe it's new this year." ”

"I don't know, then why are you smiling so obscenely!" Jiang Cong was skeptical, but more in fact, he didn't believe it, it was really this guy's smile, a little unbeaten.

"What kind of obscenity! You are obscene! As soon as I saw the girl, I hurriedly asked others with a white face, what is your face!" Peng Qiao couldn't help but sneer.

"Looks like you want to hit the south wall again!" Jiang Cong sneered, rubbing his fists and moving closer to the middle.

"Unreasonable, am I really afraid of you! Come on, fight!" Peng Qiao sneered and began to roll up his sleeves.

The two looked at each other like cockfights, and the situation was about to erupt.