Less is less, but there are still some die-hard fans of the marshal who are not afraid of death, and participated in this ineffective forwarding lottery.

Three soufflés, a cup of rice tea.

It's a set, a total of 20 sets.

Those who were drawn were elated, and those who didn't were drawn won't be disappointed.

……

The military headquarters is stationed in the star

Horn walked out of the security room with a tall stack of gift boxes.

"Horn, have we all arrived at the soufflés!" The shirtless man with only a pair of overpants jumped out of the corner and wrapped his arms around Horn's neck.

Horn used his body to stop the man's outstretched evil hand, and protected the stack of gift boxes in front of him like a cub hen.

"What yours! I grabbed it with a trumpet! You guys who are not favored by the interstellar goddesses! ”

This bunch of guys! When you watch the live broadcast, you know that you are hip-hop-ha.

Let them open a few more numbers, forward them, and increase the probability of winning, but they are unwilling.

What else to say. The boss will definitely go to the dark box and leave it to them.

Ahh

Your dear boss, now you're just going to keep it all to yourself!

The quick-witted Horn felt that he had seen it all.

"Horn, Joe? What are you doing? Jenny, dressed in military uniform, walked across the hallway, holding papers.

"Jenny Information Officer! We are dividing the soufflé made by my sister-in-law, do you want a copy? ”

Ignoring Horn's obstruction, the man forcefully pulled out a gift box and sent it to Jenny.

Jenny angrily slapped the man's hand away, and the box fell to the ground. A laser shot through, and the gift box instantly turned to ashes.

"What sister-in-law? A sensational apprentice chef ......"

As she spoke, Jenny glared fiercely and curled up to the side, trying her best to pretend that she didn't exist Horn.

"Jenny, what's she angry about?"

"Stupid you've got it."

……

In the long galaxy, a streamlined, shining silver airship is speeding in a predetermined direction.

……

Accompanied by dynamic music, Mengwan is taking the children to do recess exercises.

One, two, three, four, raise the little hand; two-two-three-four, stomp the little feet; Three-two-three-four, twist your ass; Four-two-three-four; One more time.

Live broadcast, just play once or twice.

The most important thing is how to take care of the children and build a recuperation star.

The recruitment information has been sent out for almost five days, and the lottery has been forwarded for more than three days. Aside from a few scam calls, Mengwan hasn't received a single call from a job seeker.

No matter how big Rao is Mengwan's heart is, now she is a little self-defeating.

For more than two months, if they can't recruit doctors, they will really close their doors.

Thoughtful, Mengwan hurriedly finished her recess exercise and hurriedly sent the children to Reildea for a free cultural class.

On the way back, Mengwan happened to meet Uncle Cheng who was carrying a hoe and was going to the planting area.

"Uncle Cheng, while the people from the Convalescent Star Association are not here, let's sell the planet."

How good it is to be a food streamer.

The original fans and the original black themselves can complete a climactic live broadcast.

"Miss......"

Uncle Cheng thought about it, and was just about to nod, when nanny No. 001 broke in in a hurry.

"Wanwan! Wanwan! Applicants are coming! ”

Nanny 001 blushed, grabbed Mengwan's shoulder, and shook vigorously.

Hearing this news, Mengwan was also so excited!

"What position are you applying for?"

It must be a doctor! Mengwan prayed silently in her heart.

"It's a doctor, and he's a handsome guy." Nanny 001 twisted her slender waist and spun around in place in intoxication.

Oh...... It's a doctor......

What a doctor!

Before Nanny 001's voice had completely fallen, Mengwan rushed out like an arrow off the string......