Chapter 992: I will pick her up.

These dishes are the weight of the two of them, not the three.
This is always said that he did not say anything. He put down his chopsticks and turned his head to the guards. "Go and ask the King of Kings."
The guards went, not much, Hu Feng was dressed in black, and he came in with a black face.
He saw the white end of the good sitting at the table for dinner, and finally he was relieved, and immediately turned his eyes to Song Lang: "I will pick her up."
Song Lang sat down and chuckled: "Okay."
He is so refreshing, white cockroaches almost bite his tongue, right wrong, such a person like Song Lang, even if it is not a big evil person, is not a pure and innocent person, how could she let her go so easily.
"That medicine pool -" asked the white temper
Song Lang raised his eyebrows: "What medicine pool?"
When she closed her eyes, she knew that she would know how this guy might be so kind.
Hu Feng asked: "What medicine pool?"
Bai Hao took a deep breath and tried to keep a smile on his face: "This is the case, Song Gongzi has a good way to drive the scorpion, so that the lieutenant can soak in the medicine pool, and then take a time to serve The medicine can excrete the mites out of the body."
Hu Feng’s heart is slightly hi, so to say, Kyoto City is saved?
Bai Hao said again: "I don't have this prescription."
This sentence immediately made Hu Feng’s heart that had just warmed up cold again.
Listening to this meaning, Song Lang is a prescription for medicine. Should Bai Bai continue to stay?
The white man got up and walked to Hu Feng, grabbed his hand and took him to sit next to him.
Song Lang looked at the two hands that were handed together, how could it be so dazzling? I really want to take out the knife and cut the thick one.
Bai Yu Chao Hu Fengdao: "Song Gongzi is not the kind of person you think, he will not be like me, rest assured."
Song Lang coldly said: "I don't know what kind of person Song is in the heart of Jin Wang?"
Hu Feng held the small hand in the palm of his hand, and there was a pain in his heart. He looked at Song Lang with a cold eyebrow: "What do you look like in my mind, do you have any in your heart? Do you still have to say it?" What about the face?"
Song Lang smiled: "What is the face? I don't need it." He said, he moved to see the white, "As long as she is in front of me, what do I have to do?"
Hu Feng was almost mad at him without a table. If it wasn’t for him, he would like to pull the knife and cut it.
Bai Hao rushed to round the field: "Well, you, don't make a noise, this pot must be dried." She said, she stood up, took chopsticks and fished a few pieces of beef and a chopsticks in the pot, and put it in another In a white porcelain bowl, the juice was carefully given.
She put the white porcelain bowl in front of Hu Feng. "Come on."
Hu Feng hearted Microsoft, his eyes smugly swept to Song Lang. Sure enough, I saw Song Lang’s almost incomprehensible appearance. The lips were naturally hooked up: "Well, I am hungry, this is very good."
Song Lang was not too angry, turned his head to the waiter who stood by the side, and said with anger: "What are you doing? Give me a bowl, and later, your family will starve to death."
Originally, I took two bowls. He had been waiting for the white pheasant to eat before, but he didn’t care about himself.
Bai Bai immediately answered: "Get another chopsticks."
Hu Feng reached out and took the chopsticks in his hands and smiled. "I will use you first."
Song Lang looked at this shape and almost vomited blood. Why is this? The fart is a pottery, and she is still waiting for her for a long time. Is it because she wants to see her showliness?