The teahouse was close to Xigang, and Wang Jiao pedaled his bicycle over for a walk, and found that Uncle Wang had been there for a few days, so he taught the players to play "blood flows like a river......

That's outrageous, right?!

The third brother of the last generation of the Chengdu Lu Zhongwu Army, that's it?!

"Taihu Teahouse ......"

Glancing at the signboard, the teahouse is called "Taihu Teahouse", and on the doorpost of the outer door, there is another new sign hanging - Mo Talk about State Affairs.

“……”

The strong sense of déjà vu made Wang Jiao feel really absurd, as if he was in a film and television drama.

Sweeped, Uncle Wang was not there, and Wang Jiao was also quite puzzled, didn't this old boy come over every day to drink tea and rub mahjong? Why isn't it there? It's not going to be playing big cards, is it?

Isn't it enough to "shed a river of blood" ?!

Gan!

was about to leave, but I heard the voice of Uncle Wang from a wine shop two or three shops away.

Not to mention the high tone, it is quite rhythmic.

"Zero is not a punch! One is the head, one top! The second is that the pot is good! The third is the Three Peach Gardens...... Drink! Tie up! Heroes want it! Good amount of alcohol! Go on! Open the whole! ”

“……”

In the wine shop, Wang Zhong was wearing a vest, one leg on the bench, one leg propped up, and he punched a man with a round belly opposite.

That man is also a sincere person, and he drinks if he loses, although most of the low-alcohol wine here in Killing Dragon Harbor is unbearable.

At this moment, the man was flushed all over his body, and the orchid next to him was busy fanning him.

"Boss Wang, say okay, advertise my dog farm in the next issue!"

"Children of the rivers and lakes, don't say much. In a word, Chengdu is a loyal warrior family, and it is not a sloppy belt! ”

waved his hand very proudly, "Friends and brothers, get rich together!" Make a fortune! ”

"Boss Wang is atmospheric! Done! ”

"What the hell!"

Standing on the side of the road holding a bicycle, Wang Jiao felt like a sand sculpture.

He's so stupid, really, how can "Heavenly Daily" not go to heaven?

It has to be able to go up to heaven?!

Uncle Wang is such an old comrade in his sixties, can he deceive people?

As an eighteen-year-old young man, he perfunctory about the cause of this old comrade......

Is this good?

It's not good.

No nonsense, Wang Jiao stepped on the bicycle and walked away silently.

In the next issue of "Shangtian Bao", the small corner of the original tofu block has another content, the number of dog fighting games released by the dog farm owner, and the victory and defeat of different dog fights in the past month.

"I have Nyima's ...... in my mouth"

1,200 copies were printed, and 2,000 copies of "Heavenly Daily" were still sold out, and what was even more outrageous was that there were already long-term subscribers, and there were quite a few of them, and there were more than 300 copies on Bingshu Street alone, and they paid directly for a year.

"Why, Lao Tzu worked hard to make Xiao Huangwen, but it didn't sell as well as this?"

Gan!

That's so hurtful, isn't it?

Not to mention, the "Heavenly Daily" newspaper itself basically doesn't make much money, but this advertising fee, Uncle Wang has discounted it, and there is still a lot of surplus to maintain the operation of "Heavenly Daily", which is actually enough.

Originally, Wang Jiao planned to arrange two editors, get a few more "bags to inquire", and then invite someone who can write and calculate to come over as an editor, and that's it.

Unexpectedly, Third Uncle Wang suddenly flashed, this speed was really fast as lightning, and Wang Jiao's already weak waist was flashed.

"Official~~"

Editor-in-chief Jin, who twisted the waist of the water snake, sat on the desk and looked sideways at Wang Jiao, "Fat girl, let me ask you, do you want to go to Xiao's house for dinner at night~~"

Syllable!

Raising his hand was a slap, and Wang Jiao criticized with righteous words: "I didn't sit down!" ”

Rubbing his buttocks, Editor-in-Chief Jin "duh" for a while, then bypassed the desk, hugged Wang Jiao's neck and took a sip, and then said coquettishly: "Official~~ What do you want to eat, tell me, I'll go over and tell the fat girl ~~"

"You go, don't disturb my work!"

"I don't do it~~Official~~ You play Haziqi with me~"

"I really still have to work!"

The dull pain in the waist may need leeks to nourish it.

Although the combat power is up, Jin Feishan, a grinding little goblin, is really a foot tall and a foot tall.

The last few times I have fought with Jin Feishan, the goblin, they have all won miserably, and a miserable victory is also called a victory?

Wang Jiao thought about it, starting tomorrow, he will squat every day, and when he sits in the office, he will also raise the anus from time to time.

Seeing Wang Jiao's appearance, Jin Feishan's eyes rolled slightly, and then he bit his red lips lightly, and blew the fragrance in Wang Jiao's ear, and the sweet and greasy and extremely seductive voice poured into Wang Jiao's ears and eyes.

"Official~~ I went to the 'Amway Department Store' in the morning and bought a new belly pocket, which was used for Susi ......"

The lips were open, and the "zila" sound of fluid sticking made Wang Jiao's scalp numb when he heard it, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble.

"Official~~ Suzhou silk is comfortable, and it can be touched by hand...... Bashili is very! ”

Mutter.

Wang Jiao's face was serious, and his eyes turned his head to look at Jin Feishan with extremely solemn eyes: "It feels so good?" I don't believe it. ”

"The officials are busy first, and then come to accept it."

"Work is work, knowledge is knowledge, I want to know now, this Suzhou silk, is it so good!"

"What's not good, when you touch it, it's a slippery ......."

Saying playful words, his fingers were still tapping rhythmically in the air, Jin Feishan looked at Wang Jiao with a pair of eyes sly, "How hot is the weather, this is a good mile of silk ......"

His head leaned closer to Wang Jiao's earlobe, and he exhaled pandan: "Refreshing, breathable...... Cool ......"

"Is it really that silky?"

Wang Jiao raised his eyebrows and asked.

The pretty editor-in-chief Jin didn't speak, but just covered his mouth and snickered there, with a pair of big watery eyes, at this moment, like a pair of peach blossom eyes, seducting people to the extreme.

Wang Jiao stood up suddenly, took three steps and made two steps, rushed to the door of the office, and flipped the sign hanging on the doorknob with his backhand, only to see a few small words on it: Rest, do not disturb.

Bang!

Swish!

As soon as the door was closed and the curtains were drawn, Wang was busy wanting to see, is this Suzhou silk really so good?

He doesn't believe it, can it be compared to "Victoria's Secret"?

He must get his hands on it, look at it, touch it, and practice it to find out the truth, which is a well-known truth.

When the door was closed, laughter was heard from within, and in a few moments there was the playful chuckle of the girl, and from time to time there was the whispering of a squirrel.

"Official~~Slow down, slow down~~"

"Newly bought miles, don't you tear it up~~"

For a moment, the girl smiled as if a silver bottle had exploded, as if a silver bell was shaking, crisp and cheerful.