The teahouse was close to Xigang. Wang Jiao rode his bicycle over and walked around. He found that Uncle Wang San was there for a few days, and then he taught his card friends to play "Bloody flows into a river"...

Is this outrageous?!

This is the third brother of Dadu, the previous generation of Lu Zhongwu Army in Chengdu?!

"Taihu Teahouse..."

After glanced at the sign, the teahouse was called "Taihu Teahouse". There was another new sign hanging on the post of the outer door - Don't talk about state affairs.

“…”

The strong sense of déjà makes Wang Jiao feel really absurd, as if he is in a film and television drama.

After scanning, Uncle Wang San was not here, Wang Jiao was also puzzled. Didn’t this old guy come here to drink tea and play mahjong every day? Why aren’t he here? He is not here? He is playing big brands, right?

Is “blood flowing into a river” not enough?!

Damn!

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a wine shop passing through two or three shops, and Uncle Wang San's voice came from.

Not only is the tune very high, but it is quite rhythmic.

"Zero is not fist! One is the head and one is the head! Two is the pot two are good! Three is the Taoyuan... Drink! Punch it! A good man needs to! Good alcohol! Continue! Start! Start the whole thing!"

“…”

In the wine shop, Wang Zhong was wearing a vest, stepped on the bench with one leg, and supported one leg, and punched a man with a round belly on the opposite side.

That man is also a honest man and drinks if he loses. Although most of the people here in Killing Longgang are low-alcohol wine, they can't stand this kind of drinking.

At this moment, the man's whole body was red, and the Hu Ji next to him hurriedly fanned him.

"Boss Wang, I'll agree to advertise my dog ​​farm in the next issue!"

"The children of the world need not be said much. In a word, the Zhongwu family in Chengdu is not excited about diarrhea and posed for straps!"

He waved his hand proudly, "Friends, brothers, make a fortune together! Make a fortune!"

"Boss Wang is so arrogant! I've done it!"

"Do it!"

Wang Jiao, who was standing on the side of the road, felt like he was a sand sculpture.

He is so stupid, really, how can the "Shangtian Daily" not go to heaven?

It must be able to go to heaven?!

Can Uncle Wang San, an old comrade in his sixties, be lying?

I was an 18-year-old young man who was perfunctory about the career of this old comrade...

Is this OK?

This is not good.

Without nonsense, Wang Jiao stepped onto the bicycle and left silently.

In the next issue of "Shangtianbao", there is another content in the small corner of the tofu cube, including the number of dog fighting games released by the owner of the dog farm, and the winning and losing games of different dog fighting games in the past month.

"I'm so cool..."

One thousand two hundred copies were added, and two thousand copies of "Shangtian Newspaper" were sold out. What's even more outrageous is that it already has long-term subscription customers, and there are quite a lot of them. There are more than 300 copies on Guangbingshi Street, and I paid directly for a year.

"Why, I worked hard to make little Huang Wen, but the result was not as good as this one?"

Damn!

This is too hurtful!

But it’s true that the newspaper of "Shangtianbao" basically doesn’t make much money, but Uncle Wang San gave a discount on the advertising fee and still had a lot of surplus. It’s enough to maintain the operation of "Shangtianbao".

Originally, Wang Jiao planned to arrange two editors and editors, get a few more "packages" and then ask someone who can write and calculate to be an editor. That's all.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Wang San suddenly flashed. His speed was as fast as lightning, and it made Wang Jiao's already weak waist flash.

"Official ~~"

Editor-in-chief Jin, who twisted the waist of the water snake, sat on the desk and looked at Wang Jiao sideways, "Fat girl asked me to ask you if you want to go to Xiao's house for dinner tonight~~"

Bang!

He raised his hand and slapped him. Wang Jiaoyi criticized righteously: "Do you sit or not!"

Rubbing his butt, Editor-in-Chief Jin "yee" for a while, then walked around the desk, hugged Wang Jiao's neck and scented, and then said coquettishly: "Official~~What do you want to eat? Tell me, I'll go over and say to the fat girl~~"

"You go, don't disturb my work!"

"I'm not~~Officials~~You play with me~"

"I really have to work!"

The back that is painful may need to nourish the leeks.

Although the combat power has increased, Jin Feishan, a stimulating little fairy, is really a one-foot-high demon.

In recent times, I have fought with the fairy Jin Feishan, and they have won miserably. Is it also called victory?

Wang Jiao has thought about it. Starting tomorrow, he will lift his iron and squat every day. When sitting in the office, he will also lift his anus from time to time.

Seeing Wang Jiao's appearance, Jin Feishan's eyes rolled, then bit his red lips lightly, and blew the fragrance in Wang Jiao's ears. The sweet and extremely seductive sound poured into Wang Jiao's ears.

"Official ~~I went to the 'Amway Department Store' in the morning and bought a new bellyband. It was Susi..."

His lips opened and the sound of "swallowing" sticking to the body fluid made Wang Jiao's scalp numb, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Official ~~Suzhou silk is so comfortable, you can stretch your hands and feel it... It's so beautiful!"

Gu.

Wang Jiao looked serious and turned his head to look at Jin Feishan with a very solemn look: "It feels so good? I don't believe it."

"The officials are busy first, and then come and accept the thia."

"Work is work, seeking knowledge is seeking knowledge. I want to know now whether this Suzhou silk feels so good!"

"What's wrong? When you touch it, it's smooth and slippery..."

Speaking playful words, his fingers were still rhythmically light, and Jin Feishan looked at Wang Jiao with his eyes sly, "The weather is so hot, this is so silk..."

He leaned closer to Wang Jiao's earlobe and exhaled Xianglan: "Refresh, breathable...cool..."

“Is it really that silky?”

Wang Jiao raised his eyebrows and asked.

The pretty Editor-in-Chief Jin didn't say anything, but just covered her mouth and laughed "silly" there. Her big watery eyes were so attractive that she looked like a peach blossom eye.

Wang Jiao suddenly stood up, took two steps at a time, rushed to the office door, and turned the sign hanging on the door handle with his back hand over, and saw a few small words on it: Please do not disturb while resting.

Bang!

Swish!

As soon as the door was closed and the curtains were pulled, classmate Wang hurriedly wanted to see, is this Suzhou silk really so good?

He didn't believe it anymore, and he could still compare to "Victoria's Secret"?

He must start by looking, touching, and practicing to find true knowledge. This is a common truth.

After the door was closed, I heard laughter from inside. After a while, there were also the girl's playful and clever chuckles, and rustling words from time to time.

"Officials~~Slow down, slower~~"

"You're new, don't tear it off~~"
Chapter completed!