"Ahh

As soon as the weekend finished speaking, Gao Mingyue, who couldn't bear it, finally ran away, she didn't think about it, and raised her foot to step on the instep of the weekend.

"Why are you stepping on me?" On the weekend, he didn't react to what was going on for a while, and pointed to the coloring old man and said to Gao Mingyue, "Sister Mingyue, I didn't say you, you said that you are so beautiful, healthy, and have a head and brain, how can you be the mistress of this dead old man?" It's also sweetheart, answer the bell, Ciao, this dead old man is an old turtle king! ”

"Shut up, he's my own grandfather, tall beard!"

Gao Mingyue really wanted to tear up the weekend, she really couldn't figure out what was in her mind on the weekend, how could she decide that she was a man to get on the throne? Could it be that she Gao Mingyue looks so vulgar?

The more Gao Mingyue thought about it, the more ashamed she felt, and while saying this, she stepped on the instep of the weekend.

"Ahh What the? Grandpa? Tall beard? ”

For a while, he looked at Gao Mingyue on the weekend, and then looked at the old man "Gao Qiu", Gao Mingyue didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he spoke, he really felt that these two people looked a little similar, and finally, the weekend's eyes fell on Xiao Zhao's face behind Gao Mingyue.

Xiao Zhao is also full of black lines on her face now, Gao Mingyue's glasses are what she put on in the fastest time, seeing that she ate oolong on the weekend, she couldn't help but nod secretly at the weekend, which can be regarded as answering the question of the weekend.

At the end, Xiao Zhao politely bowed deeply in the direction of Gao Qiu: "Chairman! ”

The pair of thief eyes with high beard swept around the bulge on Xiao Zhao's chest, and then nodded slightly pretending to be profound, and said, "Xiao Zhao, your body is becoming more and more mature, when will you let Grandpa Gao check it?" ”

"Ahem!" Listening to Gao Qiu's words, he coughed vigorously on the weekend, and following Gao Qiu's sight, he subconsciously glanced at Xiao Zhao's chest, and sure enough, as Gao Qiufu said, Xiao Zhao's chest was bulging and swollen, as if stuffed with a big steamed bun.

Feeling that the eyes of the two perverts, "Dead Boy" and "Dead Old Man", fell on his chest, Xiao Zhao immediately panicked, and hurriedly cast a look at Gao Mingyue for help, with a pitiful expression.

"Xiao Zhao, there's nothing for you here, you go down and get busy first." Gao Mingyue, who was so angry that her teeth itched, glared at Zhou Zhou and Gao Qiu, and then said to Xiao Zhao, "By the way, you go down and help me inform, half an hour, let the colleagues of the law firm come to the conference room for a meeting, I have something to say." ”

"Okay, Mr. Gao, then I'll go." Xiao Zhao blushed his cheeks and buried his head, not daring to look at the weekend and Gao Qiu, and walked away as soon as he slipped away.

"Humph!" Gao Mingyue saw that Zhou Zhou and Gao Qiu's eyes were always staring at the direction Xiao Zhao left, and stomped her foot heavily, she pushed Zhou Zhou, who was blocking in front of her, into the office, and then slammed the office door slam shut.

Boom!

The sound of the door closing pulled the souls of Zhou Zhou and Gao Qiu's beard back to Xiao Zhao's chest.

"Sit down!"

Seeing that his office was messed up by the weekend and Gao Qiu, Gao Mingyue sat on the boss's chair where Gao Qiufei had sat before.

"Sister Mingyue, your desk was kicked by this dead old man." The weekend is very opportunistic, after all, it is a request for people, so almost at the same time that Gao Mingyue sat down, he moved the huge desk in front of Gao Mingyue, and at the same time did not forget to sue Gao Mingyue in front of Gao Mingyue.

"Cut, the dead boy who specializes in small reports!"

Gao Qiufu snorted disapprovingly, and sat down on the reception sofa by himself.

He was not afraid of the weekend, and after he set up his desk, he also sat on the sofa, but although the two sat on the same sofa, the two of them sat on one end, lest the other party would run into him as if he was disgusting.

"Two living treasures!"

Gao Mingyue muttered to herself, and her eyes fell on the weekend.

I have to say that although she pretended not to appreciate it when she moved the desk just over the weekend, she was really shocked by the scene of moving a desk weighing hundreds of pounds in front of her with her bare hands on the weekend.

Judging from the strength shown on the weekend alone, Gao Mingyue, who has been accustomed to seeing high-haired martial arts since she was a child, was really taken aback.

This bastard's force value is higher than that of grandpa?

In Gao Mingyue's heart, she put this big question mark on the strength value of the weekend.

"Why are you here?" After a pause, Gao Mingyue flipped through the laptop in front of her and asked Gao Qiufu very casually, without the slightest hint of her granddaughter's respect for her grandfather.

"You have to take care of it!" Gao Qiu's beard is also wonderful, for Gao Mingyue's casual questioning, he only threw a roll of his eyes at the place, paused, he reached into his pocket and took out a plastic bag with a cloudy appearance.

Gao Qiu opened the clinker bag, and there was a package of inferior dry tobacco shreds, as well as a dry tobacco stick more than ten centimeters long, the kind made of thin bamboo poles, very inferior, the tobacco sticks have been smoked yellow, and the appearance is smooth, topaz is made of general, obviously, this cigarette stick has been some years.

Rao likes to smoke on weekends, but smelling the choking smell of cigarettes from the cigarette stick and the pack of tobacco, Weekend also felt uncomfortable, and subconsciously moved his buttocks, moving farther away from Gao Qiu's beard.

"I haven't asked you what your relationship is with this dead boy!"

At this time, Gao Qiufu had already thrown a pinch of tobacco into the smoke pot of the cigarette stick, he held the cigarette holder in his mouth, put the smoke pot in his left hand, and held the old kerosene stove in his right hand to light the cigarette.

"My office is a non-smoking area, smoke and get outside!" Gao Mingyue was merciless, slapped the table and ordered.

"Cut! Who's going to take care of you? Gao Qiu didn't care, he turned on the lighter with a "clang" and lit a cigarette by himself. The old dry tobacco was lit and smoky, and the smell of smoke was not something that the man who was used to smoking modern cigarettes could stand on the weekend.

"Ahem!" I couldn't hold back on the weekend and suddenly coughed twice. Subconsciously, he also took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

"I said, smoke and get out!" Gao Mingyue saw that she didn't bluff Gao Qiu, she was depressed, and when she saw that she hated it on the weekend, her face turned green all of a sudden, and she simply slapped the table with both hands.

"Didn't the dead old man go out either?" As he spoke, he lit his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke to remove the smell of the tall dry smoke.

"You...... You ......" Gao Mingyue looked at Gao Qiu's beard, and then at the weekend, there was no way, so she simply gritted her teeth and unscrewed the switch of the big electric fan behind her.

Whew...... Whew......

The power of the big electric fan was very high, and as soon as it turned around, the whirring wind blew towards the couch and the tall beard, blowing out of shape both of their hair.

......Seeing the scene of the weekend and Gao Qiu's beard raising his hand to block the wind, Gao Mingyue couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Alright, let's talk normally." Gao Mingyue took a deep breath and returned to her usual cold expression, "Grandpa, let's talk about you first, when did you come to Cannes?" ”

"Me? Just ask this dead boy. Gao Qiu had a cigarette stick in his hand, so he became lazy, and took off his shoes in front of the weekend and Gao Mingyue, the pair of socks that looked like they hadn't been washed for a few months were so smoked that they were so busy on the weekend that they didn't smoke on the weekend.

Gao Qiu didn't care about it, and the whole person was lying on the sofa.

"Huh?" When he noticed the movement of squatting in the corner of the wall on the weekend, he couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.

Gao Mingyue saw Gao Qiu Beard lying on the sofa like this, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, obviously disgusted with Gao Qiu's approach, but when she also saw the posture of squatting in the corner smoking on the weekend, she immediately felt familiar.

"Grandpa, how did he ......" Gao Mingyue raised her hand and pointed to the weekend, blurting out.

Without waiting for Gao Mingyue to finish speaking, Gao Mingyue, who was originally lying on the sofa like an old naughty boy, suddenly glared at Gao Mingyue, at this moment, there was no more cynicism in his eyes, there was only paleness.

Gao Mingyue was startled, hurriedly closed her mouth, and swallowed the second half of the sentence that came to her lips alive.

The action of squatting in the corner of the wall and smoking on the weekend is very similar to the appearance of a migrant worker working on the construction site, and the whole butt is almost attached to the ground, the general action of a woman squatting in the toilet.

This action doesn't look very elegant, but I have loved it since I was a child, and it's the kind that doesn't matter the time, occasion, or place, and I squat whenever I want.

Because this posture is too earthy, therefore, it is not often thrown by the female bandit Qi Baobao.

The big fat man Jin Ruinian and his baby travel agency after a period of time, also developed this habit, every time the female bandit Qi Baobao passed by the kitchen door to see two live treasures squatting by the door smoking, it is inevitable to criticize, she always feels that the weekend squatting down is too ugly, affecting the business of the baby travel agency.

After being stared at by Gao Qiu and speechless, Gao Mingyue couldn't help but secretly look at the weekend squatting in the corner, although it was the first time Gao Mingyue had seen the weekend squatting like this, but she was very familiar with this posture.

It is precisely because of this that she lost her mind a little when she was staring at the weekend.

"When did the dead old man come to Cannes and my business?" The weekend noticed that Gao Mingyue's eyes fell on him, thinking that Gao Mingyue was going to ask him when Gao Mingyue would come to Cannes, so he threw Gao Mingyue such a sentence very uncooperatively.

"Dead boy, did you forget the last time we met?" Gao Qiu's attitude to answering questions on weekends is obviously very unhappy.

"Ahh Gao Mingyue's ears were about to be deaf by the quarrel between the weekend and Gao Qiu, and she patted the table again after being tapping on the keyboard of her notebook, and said, "I said, can you two stop for a while?" ”

Don't go overboard and continue to smoke on weekends, and the tall beard also lies on the sofa to deal with his dry tobacco.

Seeing that the two of them stopped, Gao Mingyue continued to tap on the keyboard.

After a while, Gao Qiufu suddenly got up and sat down on the sofa, and then said to the weekend, "Dead boy, how boring is your cigarette?" Would you like to try this for me? ”

"Forget it, I think you have a dirty mouth, I don't want to kiss an old turtle indirectly." I didn't even think about it on the weekend and said no.

"I think you're afraid that this cigarette will be too choking to smoke, right?" Gao Qiu sneered.

"Whatever you want." Weekend shook his head indifferently.

"Catch!" Gao Qiufu stopped talking nonsense, and threw the cigarette stick in his hand directly to the weekend, "I'll take a look at it." ”

"Say no!" He didn't even glance at the cigarette stick thrown by the tall beard over the weekend, and even when the cigarette stick flew towards him, he turned sideways.

Smack......

Then, the cigarette stick slammed into the wall, rolled to the ground again, and broke, breaking in two.

"Uh......" Gao Mingyue's face changed greatly when she saw this scene, "It's broken?" How could it be broken? It's impossible to break! ”

"This ......" Gao Qiu's beard also had a shocked expression, his face trembled, and the deep old eyes that were originally full of naughty childlike fun suddenly became cloudy, "Alas, old friend, after so many years, how can you say that it will be broken?" ”

At the end, the tall bearded old eyes moved from the "corpse" of the cigarette stick on the ground to the body of the weekend: "Boy, you have to compensate me!" ”