Bao Qiyue never thought that there would be a beautiful little girl who took out a pig-killing knife.

He coughed and laughed maniacally.

It's not that he wants to laugh, it's that he really can't help it.

Yu Xinglang almost beat Bao Qiyue.

In the end, he succumbed to the pig-killing knife of the dragon.

He angrily went to change his clothes and came out, his eyes as if he was about to bite Bao Qiyue.

Bao Qiyue was unmoved, and looked at Long Xiaoxiao: "Is the pig-killing knife your weapon?" ”

"I actually want to take a 40-meter knife, but I don't have enough space." The dragon is serious.

Bao Qiyue: "......"

He may really be sick, how could he talk to Long Xiaoxiao about the knife.

Yu Xinglang stared at Long Xiaoxiao with unkind eyes: "If you don't go to the set today, what are you going to do?" ”

"Make money to support you!" Long Xiaoxiao said happily.

Bao Qiyue was disdainful: a little white face who eats soft rice.

Yu Xinglang suppressed the urge to move, silently thought that his heart was calm and naturally cool, and he got up to get to work.

A dignified 188 man, can he afford to eat soft rice?

Bustard, this slut!

"Where are you going? Drop by you? Bao Qiyue asked Long Yao before going out.

Long Xiaoyao, who is determined to be a good man: "I want to sign up for a driver's license." ”

"Let Fang Xiaojiang send you over." Yu Xinglang, who had already walked out of the door, turned back and said to Long Xiaoyao.

The dragon responded.

Yu Xinglang went out for about ten minutes, and Fang Xiaojiang came up.

"Young, Brother Lang said that you are going to get a driver's license, let me take you to register. But it's only eight o'clock, and the driving school hasn't opened so quickly, do you want to go for morning tea first? ”

Long Xiaoxiao is not a foodie, but he is also a little curious about human food, so he went to drink morning tea with Fang Xiaojiang.

When I arrived at the tea house, it was the peak of the tea market.

All of this is new to Long Xiaoxiao.

This is the first time that Long Xiaoxiao has experienced the ordinary life of a human being.

She ordered a dozen breakfasts in one go.

Fang Xiaojiang was speechless: "Young, can you finish eating?" ”

"Can't you pack it if you can't finish it? Let's take it to Xinglang to eat. ”

Fang Xiaojiang: "...... Isn't it okay to give Brother Lang the rest? ”

"If you don't say it, I won't say it, he doesn't know."

Yu Xinglang, who was on his way to the set, sneezed violently: Who was thinking about me early in the morning?

"Young, your liking is a bit superficial." Fang Xiaojiang was upset for Yu Xinglang, "Brother Lang has never thought that one day he would be given leftovers by someone he likes. ”

Doesn't it mean that if you like someone, you have to give him the best?

Long Xiaoxiao, this is to give Yu Xinglang the leftovers!

Long Yaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Are you accusing me?" Then you can eat the rest, and if you can't finish eating, I'll let Xinglang deduct your salary! ”

Fang Xiaojiang: "......"

immediately chose to let Yu Xinglang eat the rest of the breakfast.

Nothing is as important as salary.

You say temperament?

Can that thing be eaten?

Halfway through the meal, Long Xiaoxiao suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

The tea house business is booming, and there are almost no empty tables.

Especially the lobby has the most people, and the anger is gathered on people, and it won't move!

But all this anger is slowly flowing in one direction.

The dragon looked around, and the anger finally flowed into the corner.

Sitting in the corner was an old, skinny old man with meticulously combed gray hair and a white-washed tunic suit.

There were a few breakfasts on the table in front of him, and they didn't move.

Others can't see it, but Long Xiaoxiao can see it clearly, and there are strange things lying on his stomach earlier.