After an afternoon of receiving [eating] touching [things] and [attacking] and solving [potential], the three girls in Gu Qingqing's bedroom had all fallen under the delicious seafood.

Looking at the three who had been singing praises to Boss Zhou since the beginning, Gu Qingqing held his forehead weakly: "Hey, quickly pick up your discipline, it's all on the ground...... Especially you, Fu Mingjia, didn't you just say that my boss is a 'fast gunner'? Want to push me into the fire pit now? ”

"Immeasurable Tianzun~~" Fu Mingjia used the towel as a dust--naturally, her image of a sloppy housegirl did not have the feeling of fairy wind and bones, but only felt like a god who danced to cheat money-shook his head and said, "Buddha Yun, the dead Taoist friend does not die and the poor Dao, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" ”

…… In other words, could it be that the Buddha and his old man and Taishang Laojun are visiting each other? The key is a Chinese, an Indian, does the language barrier really matter╮(╯▽╰)╭?!

The corners of Gu Qingqing's mouth twitched: "You are poor, even if you jump into the fire pit, I will pull you on as a backdrop!" ”

Fu Mingjia exaggeratedly made Xizi hold his heart: "Qingqing, is it possible that you want me to work with you?" It's too heavy, and there is wood! The heart can't stand it?! ”

Gu Qingqing smiled coldly like a cat that had stolen food: "I just told my boss that you wrote his 'glorious deeds' into the Tan (River Crab) American novel, and he unfortunately became the one underneath~"

"I was wronged!! I wronged Dou E's sister so much, do you know how to do it??!! Fu Mingjia exaggeratedly cried and grabbed the ground.

On the other hand, Yuan Yuan, who was watching the excitement and was overjoyed, suddenly clapped his hands as if he was blessed with his soul and asked, "Could it be that the person who was tied up in the bathroom by Qingqing and taught all kinds of (river crabs) is your family...... boss…… Yes? Speaking of the most lush, Yuan Yuan's voice gradually lowered, but his mouth and eyes opened wider and wider.

Shrimp??!! Fu Mingjia, who was planning to come to June Snow or something, was petrified, and she turned to Gu Qingqing stiffly. And Gu Qingqing nodded affirmatively in her very bitter (river crab) gaze, shattering Fu Mingjia's fragile little heart into glass slag again.

Fu Mingjia covered her face: Is this feeling of scolding the monk for being a bald donkey in front of the temple gate be swollen? ! It's really shameless to face Jiangdong's father~~~~ (>_