Chapter 342: You are from this seat ...

She is no stranger to penalty stations.
In the days when she was trained as an agent, she also practiced in winter and nine in winter.
I often practice endurance in the snow or the sun, and one stop is several hours ...
She hasn't tasted this taste for N years.
I didn't expect to taste it again now ...
She shook her head in secret, forget it, she was born again after all.
At the stage of re-cultivating kung fu, she was once again trained by a perverted coach!
The palms are a bit itchy and have some hot pain ...
She glanced down and saw the sweat in her palms, and the sweat soaked in the broken wounds in her palms, which naturally hurt a little ...
He sighed sadly in his heart.
In modern times, she managed to become the boss of the agent. She always lay there lazily to train others and punish others. However, now that Feng Shui is taking turns, she is punished by others ...
Sure enough, wherever we go, strength is what determines status.
The boss of her agent is in front of this great teacher, but she's not as good as paper ...
A wave of her sleeves is enough for her to drink two pots.
Luo Qingyu asks herself that she has the ability to look at people. The average person can't say a few words in front of her, and she can touch the character of the other person so that she can think of the corresponding response.
But she couldn't understand or see through this great teacher.
At first glance, he looked like a pool of rippled lake water, tepid and elegant.
But after a little contact, he felt like a bottomless deep pool, with vortexes spreading inside. I didn't know when I would engulf people, swallowing a dead body ...
Cruel, iron, and ruthless are the basic qualities that agents must have, but when the enemy is strong and weak, forbearance is also indispensable.
Luo Qingyu took a secret breath, Marshal Han Xin could still be humiliated by Her Majesty. What was she fined for being punished?
Forbearance will pass ...
She had just spent almost two hours climbing the mountain just now, and the work was very physical. Although it was not until noon, she was already hungry in her belly.
On the stone table, there were some delicate snacks and refreshing side dishes. The breeze was blowing slowly, and the fragrance of the food was blown over, which made her hungry.
Eyes couldn't help but glance at the stone table, and gave a slight glance.
These snacks and side dishes look familiar, like-is what Sang Hewan once made for her, all of which she likes to eat.
Was this food brought by Zang He to honor Master late?
I did not expect that the taste of the Great Teacher was actually similar to her--
She was slightly surprised.
The Grand Master did not know when to sit up, and said lightly: "Pouring wine."
There is no one else here, this sentence is naturally said to Luo Qingyu.
Luo Qingyu let out a sigh of relief, anyway, there was a little movement. Even waiting on the side is better than doing punishment here.
She walked over silently and looked at the small flower-shaped jug. Couldn't there be any mystery on this jug?
Is it extremely cold or hot?