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But he didn't have that kind of idea, and he wanted to scrape tens of thousands of dollars again. Otherwise, it would be too unfilial to come back and leave nothing to your parents.

"Mom and Dad have saved a lifetime of hard work, and it is time to enjoy the blessings."

Ling Zifeng left Hermione at the hotel and prepared to go to the nearby lottery station to "open the plug-in". But he didn't want to take a few steps before he faintly noticed a burst of soul-devouring and bone-cutting screams.

This is also to blame for his strengthened physical fitness, hearing fruit people. Otherwise, in this super five-star hotel, it is impossible for normal people to hear it.

"I'll you, isn't this Jin Dashao's room?" The sun is doing the indescribable, how are they? ”

Ling Zifeng shook his head, ignored the sound of the wave being higher than the wave, and took the elevator downstairs.

Sometimes, it's a sin to hear too well......

At the same time, Kim Dashao's room.

He and the green tea are doing that "unspeakable thing".

I saw that he was panting and sweating profusely, which looked like a sign of kidney deficiency.

The green tea already had a sore foot, and now she is being pressed by the big fat man Jin Dashao.

I don't know if she's crying out from below, or if she's calling it again.

Half a minute later, Jin Da Shaomeng shuddered, and then the clouds stopped and the rain fell.

Jin Dashao sat back on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.

He was quite satisfied with his "play" today.

"It's 15 seconds longer than last time, and it's improved!"

Green tea doesn't think so, she hasn't even started yet, and Jin Dashao is over.

But people are big money, how can this kind of thing be broken?

She could only tear away from other topics with a resentful face.

"Mr. Jin, why is there no sound on the other side, is Ling Zifeng not good, hehehe."

A flirtatious laugh pulled Kim Dae out of his smug mood.

I saw him turn his head, smile lustfully, and reach out and slap the green tea's bare buttocks

"Smack."

The green tea was slapped by him for a while, and Jin Dashao's hand was unscrupulous on her.

It wasn't until he made her gasp that he stopped.

I only heard Jin Dashao say angrily to the green tea:

"You know a fart, the sound insulation effect of the super five-star hotel is so good, where can you hear it."

The green tea nodded and said with a wicked smile:

"I heard that foreign girls have a strong demand for everything, but I don't know if it's true."

Jin Dashao said with a look of hope: "Why is it not true, I ...... in Russia last year"

Suddenly, he realized that he almost missed his mouth and hurriedly kept silent.

The green tea is also considered to be an acquaintance, pretending not to know, and leading the topic away:

"Eh, you said that Ling Zifeng is not impotent, and he actually wants to book two rooms?"

Hearing her say this, Jin Dashao was also interested, and said suspiciously:

"Yes, that foreign girl is so direct, what else is this kid pretending? Could he really be ......?"

When the green tea heard this, she was also curious, and sat up wrapped in the quilt.

I saw her eyes roll, and said to Jin Dashao:

"Mr. Jin, do you want to verify it?"

Jin Dashao was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "How to verify this kind of thing?" ”

The green tea slowly got up, leaned into his ear, and said with an evil face:

"We can do this and that, and then ......"

The corners of Jin Dashao's mouth widened when he listened, and his eyes were full of banter and pride.

It seems that I am very satisfied with this opinion of the green tea.

"Okay, that's it!"

。。。。。。

The lights are on, and the night is slowly coming.

After an afternoon, Ling Zifeng returned in a huff.

More than a dozen neighborhood lottery stations were turned around by him.

But there was no more "seeing" of 50,000 scratches.

The largest lottery ticket is only 3,000 yuan.

Helplessly, he only got less than 30,000 yuan in a few hours.

From this experience, he drew two conclusions.

First, luck is something that is really hard to fathom

Second, scratching the lottery is TMD's stuff!

"30,000 yuan is too little, and giving it to parents can't improve their lives."

Ling Zifeng was helpless, and planned to try it further away tomorrow.

But he shook his head helplessly, thinking that he wouldn't gain much.

Entering the room, he found Hermione still in the same position.

For several hours, she didn't move, she didn't even take a sip of water.

Ling Zifeng poured a glass of water for Hermione.

Hermione didn't look at it, but took it and drank it.

"You can't do this all the time, it's going to hurt your body."

Ling Zifeng said to Hermione with concern.

Hermione glanced at him, then turned her gaze back to the tablet in her hand, as if she didn't want to waste any time.

After a long while, I only heard her say lightly: "Intermediate mental power is strengthened, and the damage will be minimized." ”

Ling Zifeng covered his face, what is this talking about.

He was showing concern for Hermione.

What Hermione fed back to him was a mechanical, logical calculation.

"I'm telling you to pay attention to rest, if you are tired, I don't know where to make money in the short term."

Hermione slowly raised her head and asked indifferently:

"Scratch didn't go well?"

"Yes, it took more than three hours to get more than 30,000 yuan, and the surrounding lottery stations were all looted by me."

Ling Zifeng nodded helplessly, and said with a dejected expression.

I heard him sigh heavily and continue:

"I'm going to try my luck in a farther block tomorrow, but it doesn't look like it's going to get too good results, do you have any better idea?"

Hermione hummed, as if she had expected this to happen.

I saw her look up at the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window, bustling with bright lights, a busy scene.

"Is the night view beautiful here?"

"Huh?" Ling Zifeng was stunned, confused by Hermione's words.

He asks how to make more money, and Hermione asks an inexplicable question.

"Night view, isn't it all like this?"

Ling Zifeng didn't know why at all, he was simply a second monk who was confused.

"I'm asking you, is there any way to make money faster, and what does this have to do with night view?"

Hermione waved her hand, signaling Ling Zifeng not to worry.

"You continue to scratch the lottery ticket next, and when you get together enough 200,000, we will go to a place with better lighting."

Ling Zifeng was slightly stunned, and said curiously:

"Where?"

Hermione replied lightly: "Let's make up 200,000 and talk about it." ”

After that, she no longer paid attention to Ling Zifeng and continued to "bury her head in hard reading".

Ling Zifeng covered his face, helpless.

"This girl still buys Guanzi, tsk, I really don't understand him."

Just as he was about to rest, Ling Zifeng heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Who?"

"Ling Zifeng, it's me."

Ling Zifeng was stunned, this was Jin Dashao's voice.

He opened the door with a puzzled expression, only to see Jin Dashao and the green tea standing outside the door.

Both of them looked excited, and Ling Zifeng was furious when they saw it.

"What's the point of staying in the hotel, let's go, I'll invite you to drink!"