Chapter 317: Are you okay [1]

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Lu Mo ignored him silently, and after a while, he was cold and sweating, seeing that her pain was not like a fake, Tang Shao was also a little panicked.
He crouched down and reached out to touch her: "Hey, little fart boy, are you okay?"
"Don't call me baby boy!" The voice of the weak mosquito flies back.
Looking at her pale face, the Tang Dynasty had no choice but to surrender with both hands: "Okay, you are not a kid, you are not. Then Miss Lu Momo, are you okay? If you are okay, kiss me, I will hurry."
I have never seen such a shameless person!
Lu Mo vomited blood in a hurry, why should she kiss him!
This person has hairy brains and brain stem cells. What about the disease?
Under Lu Momo's staring, incapable and lethal glare, the Tang Dynasty gave up his hands helplessly: "Well, I kiss you the same."
With that said, we must bow to kiss her.
Lu Mo's index finger poked him in the head and pushed him away, the pain broke out: "I want a small plane!"
"What small plane?" Tang Shao was pushed away and said he was very upset.
"It's a small plane! I want a small plane and a small plane, you buy it for me..." Lu Mo said, his voice weakened again.
Tang Chaojun's face went dark: "Isn't it just a plane? My private apron has three helicopters and a private plane. You can't want it if you want it. So let's give you a discount and give it for one night. You’re a plane. It’s okay, big and small, how?
"Snapped--"
Lu Momo was more anxious and more courageous, hitting Tang Shao's chest with a palm, the voice called a dull trembling.
"Who wants your broken planes? I want small planes. Go and buy them for me..."
"Fuck!" The Tang Dynasty also blew up, and stood up abruptly, pacing around irritably in the same place: "Is it too bad for the master's plane? Well, you say, what type of aircraft do you want, small?" Ye immediately arranged for someone to order!"
"I want small planes, small planes, small planes! Small planes, do you understand..."
In the end, Lu Mo was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He slowly climbed to the sofa and leaned on, motionless.
Tang Chao was anxious and stepped forward to shake her: "Hey, little fart boy, Lu Momo, are you dead? Did you die?"
You are dead, your whole family is dead!
Lu Mo silently scolded in his heart, but did not have a little effort to speak, the abdomen burst into a terrible pain, and he sweated all over his body.
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When Rong Shao received the phone call, he had been fined by Feng Churui for drinking a lot of wine. He suddenly heard the Tang Dynasty asking what the small plane was, and he was also confused.
There was a daze on Jun's face. Rong Shao slightly removed the phone and turned to look at Feng Churui: "Arui, do you know what a small plane is?"
Feng Churui seriously thought for a moment: "New aircraft model?"
"No." Rong Shao shook his head, his eyes turned to Secretary Wu on the side: "Do you know?"
Secretary Wu shook his head in embarrassment. "The mayor doesn't know, and a little secretary of mine is even less likely to know."
So, when Rong Shao said no to Tang Dynasty's irritable Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty's high-decibel shock sound almost lifted the mobile phone.
Tang Shao was so anxious that he suddenly thought of something and slapped his head: "It's the little fart boy who said that he wants a small plane, coughing... It's Lu Mo that said he wants a small plane, and now he's dying." Suddenly thought of something, patted his head.