Yan Songjie was timid to play at home, and went to Zhang Yongjun's house safely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Chinese New Year made the business of "Sanyou Rental Book House" even more popular, Zhang Yongjun's shiny head was full of small beads of sweat, there were many people, and he was so busy that he was so tired that he didn't have time to urinate, and his little face was suffocating in pain.

"Hey, Yan Shao, you old man, rare guest, rare guest, please take a seat. Zhang Yongjun saw Yan Songjie with beauty, leisurely and leisurely.

I'm so busy that I don't have time to put my pee. Yan Songjie hadn't taken a picture of him once, and the fire in his stomach was on fire.

began to speak, and Yan Songjie died and came back to life.

"That's good! Xiao Junzi! It's still so-so!" Yan Songjie held his hands behind his back, his nostrils were 45 degrees to the sky, and he paced in a square step. A young master Yan looks like he is inspecting, and he is arrogant!

"Boom!" made Wu Ming'er laugh at the counter, and the flowers trembled.

"Hello sister!" Han Zhimei took the initiative to say hello to Wu Ming'er. A "Hello sister"! Very gentle, lingering. Like a tree petals, the rain is colorful in an instant, gorgeous, youthful, and simple.

The girl standing in front of Wu Ming'er, her white face was adorned with shy buds that she couldn't speak, and she wanted to drip and be ashamed, clear, clear, clean, and crystalline.

"Good cabbage was arched by pigs!" This is Wu Ming'er's first image of Han Zhimei.

Yan Songjie took him to meet Jiangpu's best friend, which made Han Zhimei's heart glow with joy.

Compared with Wu Ming'er's subtlety, Liang Yuhong was straightforward: "The good cabbage is really arched by the pig!" And these words were not put in my heart, but blurted out that the voice was not small, resounding in the sky.

Embarrassment! But it didn't come to the deadline, how could embarrassment be possible! Turn decay into magic, this is Yan Songjie.

Arrogant! Looking around at everyone, his eyes stayed on the honest Yan Jie of Wadun: "Yan Jie, do you know what I belong to?"

"It's a pig!" Yan Jie smiled innocently, and he was still very clear about the elephants of each person in the Sanyou Book House.

"It's good to know!" Yan Songjie was even more proud, and looked around again: "I know what kind of pig is in November."

Seeing that no one cares!"No one knows!" Yan Songjie saw that no one answered: "Golden Pig!"

"Let's talk about cabbage, which is supplied by ticket, and you can't buy it without a ticket. ”

Back to the point, how can a "good cabbage" let a "pig" arch, and people can't eat "good cabbage", or even "cabbage"?

"For example, for example, Yan Jie's order hasn't been arched yet" Yan Songjie didn't finish his words, and the pressure on Liang Yuhong's murderous aura to solidify was great. The conversation suddenly changed: "Why is it that "pigs can arch to good cabbage", this phenomenon has to arouse our attention and thinking. ”

"Alas, it's cold in the heights! No one knows the answer. Yan Songjie sighed and stared at the wise Zhang Yongjun.

"Hmph!" Liang Yuhong's face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes stared at Yan Songjie with contempt: "Shameless!"

"Huh!" Yan Songjie met his bosom friend and was overjoyed: "Yes, the important thing is that the pig is shameless, in order to be able to arch his favorite cabbage, he will do everything he can to be shameless.

Yan Songjie stared at Yan Jie, and his words meant something: "There are many ox ones!"

Yan Jie smiled innocently and arched his hand towards Yan Songjie: "Little brother, bow to the wind! No way, you are too thick-skinned!"

"Poof! I'm sorry! I really can't hold it back!" Wu Ming'er's pretty face was flushed, her hands covering her mouth straightened, and she leaned forward and backwards.

Yan Songjie was unmoved, the old god was there: "Do you know what the cabbage thinks?"

This cabbage thought: I was originally eaten, pigs eat people are the same, eat if you want to eat, and feel the feeling of not eating. ”

Yan Songjie turned his head and asked the cabbage beside him, oh! Han Zhimei: "Do you like me?"

Han Zhimei's face was pink: "Brother!" lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes: "I do!"

"Zi is not a fish, the joy of knowing fish. Yan Songjie counterattacked: "When you lament and feel sorry for the ignorant cabbage, have you ever thought about it! Instead, you will be ridiculed by the cabbage: I am willing to ...... if you are amorous."

The wise Zhang Yongjun's shiny and shiny head is also red, like a smoldering prawn!

I really can't hold it back! Yes! I really can't stand it! stepped forward and covered Yan Songjie's eloquent mouth.

"You are indeed shameless!" Zhang Yongjun did not give Yan Songjie a chance to speak.

"Yes!" everyone seconded Zhang Yongjun.

"Alas!" waited for Zhang Yongjun to let go, Yan Songjie sighed.

As the saying goes: "If the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, if it is piled up on the shore, the current will be turbulent, and if it is higher than the people, the crowd will not be." "If a person is too outstanding, then he will be suppressed and excluded. If you are pretentious and high-profile, you are often easily attacked by others, and the more high-profile people are, the easier it is to become the target and object of others' attacks. ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Yongjun hurriedly stretched his hand and blocked Yan Songjie's mouth, leaving him speechless.

"No"

"It's done!" Yan Songjie shouted desperately: "Get down to business!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Yongjun was wary of Yan Songjie talking nonsense again, and his hands waved at any time.

"Serious business! serious business!" Yan Songjie began with a serious nonsense: "Shh

"What do you mean?" This made everyone in the "Sanyou Rental Book House" not understand.

"Little things!" Yan Songjie organized the language: "In order to work better and improve everyone's work efficiency." Yan Songjie threw out something that surprised everyone.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll ask someone to get a few cars!"

"How much does it cost to have a bicycle?" Wu Ming'er's pretty face was slightly tight, sensitive to money.

"Oh, no money. Yan Songjie's answer made Wu Ming'er even more surprised.

"Don't want money!" Liang Yuhong was more direct, and shouted: "I don't think you stink and want face!"