Chapter 13: Big man (13)

Qiao Mingyue is Qin Feng who was in college. The people around him said in the dark, who can get along with the wind, get the excellent resources, have the achievements today, the mixed people look like dogs, not relying on that. Hands are ass.
He really wants to say that he relies on his hands.
Compared with his body, Qin Feng prefers his hand.
Qiao Mingyue got off the bus and looked up at the sun on the top of the head. Qin Feng was the emperor in Yucheng. His status was honorable, his power was soaring, some people were remembered, and others other than him, even a group, were not surprised.
But this time, Qiao Mingyue felt strange. Qin Feng actually went out in the golden color and sold it. It was the one with the cheapest price and the lowest grade.
Not afraid of getting sick, not dirty.
After hearing the wind, Qiao Mingyue felt that the other party must be more like the dead person than him, and it was close to exactly the same level, so Qin Feng did it.
As a result, when looking at the photos, the long ones can only be regarded as correct, and there is no resemblance to the dead one.
He came back one day in advance and chose to go on a business trip in Qinfeng. He wanted to take a good look at it. What made it different? He attracted Qin Feng.
People see the ceremony, "Joe Gongzi."
Qiao Mingyue nodded with a smile and was approachable.
Uncle Wang asked, "Mr. know that you are back?"
Qiao Mingyue smiled. "I want to give him a surprise."
Uncle Wang secretly took a face, you are the special Mr. Yu is not in the city, come back and surprise this to the inside.
People have been scared.
Chen in front of the table heard the footsteps of the door, talking, he put a spoon and turned to look.
The man who came in was in his early thirties, dressed in exquisite, eyebrows and fine, white as jade, slender body and water snake waist, and Wang Shuyi, who was next to the orange-faced face, could go to the beauty pageant.
"This is Mr. Zhou."
Qiao Mingyue asked the next person to bring his bag and send it to a box. "First time, I have a good idea. Please ask Mr. Zhou not to give up."
Chen has a glance, is the latest mobile phone, big hand, he can not say a little back to the gift, "the kitchen still has dumplings, Joe son want to eat?"
After a while, a dramatic scene took place on the table.
The old man and the newcomer sit face to face and eat the dumplings. This picture... is really spicy.
The people have been paralyzed, and Wang Shu is also. Soon, they found that harmony is a fake, and the level of combat is rising.
The smoke is filling, there is no smell.
Qiao Mingyue eats elegantly, the spoon does not touch the mouth of the bowl, and the sound of chewing is neglected. This is the habit that he has been forced to develop for a long time.
He listened to the various sounds made by the opposite person and was full of horror.
The man who hated all the murmurs more than he had endured, it was really fresh.
"The dumplings are very fragrant."
Chen also licked the sesame seeds at the corner of his mouth. "Joe Gongzi likes to eat, then I will pack a little more next time."
Qiao Mingyue came out with a sword. "I thought it was done by the next person."
Chen has another block, "The second master picks."
Qiao Mingyue wrestled close, "Mr. Zhou will also pack the dumplings, I have not even entered the kitchen."
"Isn't you ever been in?" Chen replied slowly. "You want to enter, I can take you in now."
Qiao Mingyue, "..."
Everyone, "..."
Qiao Mingyue took a piece of hand-customized puff to wipe his mouth, he rubbed fine and slow.
Chen is an acute child. He can't watch it so violently. He took a napkin and smeared it at will.
Qiao Mingyue, who is fascinated by the rough man, is nausea. "Mr. Zhou, I just got off the plane. The time difference has not been reversed. I will go upstairs first."
Chen couldn’t check his breath, "Oh, good."
Qiao Mingyue glanced at the bowl spoon in front of him. "That table..."
Chen and his left leg are stacked on his right leg, little by little. "I clean up."
Qiao Mingyue frowns, "How can you let the next person live?"
Chen added, "Nothing."
"If you live here, you don't do anything, it's the same as a pig."
Everyone couldn't help but praise and flip their eyes, this mouth is really enough.
On the other hand, Qiao Mingyue is still warm and jade, and there is a smile on the face. "That is hard Zhou."
Chen opened his mouth and looked back.
As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, Qiao Mingyue pressed the pause button and he turned. "Mr. Zhou, is the fit of your clothes and pants?"
Chen also grinned, Xiao Qiaozizi's teeth are really white, may be used by the Crest white, dazzling, but he can see, the other side of the arms seems to hold a mine, "OK."
Qiao Mingyue lifted the mines up and slammed it. "There are several sets in the closet of my room, all of them are big."
Chen was also burned by the mines.
Lying in the trough, so what he wears, this person can't wear it, what's left?
What about underwear?
It should be no, certainly not, really can't be.
Chen used Yu Guang to sweep Wang Shu. The old man said that you have done this. I don’t know what to say. It’s embarrassing.
Man Joe is still waiting.
Chen grinds the molars, his fingers are ringing, and he can't turn his face on the spot. The stage just got up and he has to sing.
He opened his mouth and laughed. "The clothes are good, thank you Joe."
"You like it." Qiao Mingyue said, "Wang Shu, you will give Mr. Zhou later."
Uncle Wang’s old face couldn’t be seen, and he wanted to kneel down and put it in his pants.
After Qiao Mingyue went upstairs, Chen retired the table if he had nothing to do, and took a bowl of spoon to the kitchen.
The people outside listened, and after a while, the kitchen heard a crisp sound.
Wang Shu immediately passed.
Chen stood next to the broken bowl. He took his arm and rubbed his nose. "Sorry, Uncle Wang, my hand slipped."
Wang Shu said, "I let the next person come to clean up, Xiao Zhou, you go to rest." You go quickly, otherwise the kitchen will be destroyed.
Chen grinned. "That's alright."
Wang Shu looked at the pool, and then looked at the ground, he sighed, a temperament rate, a delicate mind, not a good fool.
At noon, neither of them appeared upstairs, closed valley in the room.
Uncle Wang had a lot of troubles and went to the door from time to time. In the evening, when he saw his car, he quickly went forward and confessed to his own momentary intentions.
"Sir, I think those clothes are still new, most of them are even branded, and Joe is not wearing them. It is a waste."
Qin Feng has time to manage this small matter, he just let Wang Shu give the liar to buy clothes, it is not clear that there is this church.
"What reaction did he have at the time?"
What reaction? Uncle Wang recalled, "He said that the clothes are quite good, and he thanked Joe."
Qin Feng's lips and micro-hooks, that is the gas bombing.
"Sir, what do you think about this..." Wang Shu blamed himself. "I am really confused."
"His brain, sesame seeds, can't hold much. After a night, I forgot about it."
Qin Feng took a long leg and went upstairs.
Wang Shu shocked, Mr. tone, how to listen to some relatives.
Qin Feng went directly to the innermost room of the corridor. He unscrewed the door handle and went in. The young man sat back on his bed.
In the halo of the evening, the back is thin and pretty, melancholy.
Did the day really hurt his self-esteem?
Qin Feng took a few steps and his face sank in an instant. "Give me the phone."
Chen is struggling to scream and blame, and a yang pokes a stamp, "Do not give."
Qin Feng’s voice is dangerous,
Give me.

Chen shook his body and hurt his buttocks. The words were not so hard. "Wait a minute."
Qin Feng blinked, "Do you give it?"
Chen quickly pokeed and made a strong poke. "Brother, you are not so cute."
One hand reached over and took the phone away, and his finger still had the action to poke.
In response, Chen jumped to Qin Feng and grabbed and bite again. "Give back to me, Mom, I am dead!"
At the door, Qiao Mingyue held his arm and watched the movie.