MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1697 The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-four, our cockroaches have not finished

Suddenly between.

What has long been a haze from the heart of the heart.

The day of retirement from the fall.

There is a weakness in Zhao San’s heart.

The first master of the national service, but in that way

It seems to be apart from themselves.

No one can understand what the Golden Triangle is.

For those who watch the show, as long as the script is the same type, you can like it.

So it doesn't matter, who leaves.

But for him.

That is falling.

Just falling.

How many people come out later are not the Golden Triangle.

Zhao Sanpeng picked up the apron and the color was very deep: "I asked you a question, why don't you deal with those people, it should not be difficult for you."

Thin nine side squatting, eye tail light: "Digging a pit, let you jump, you will jump?"

Zhao San fat licked a tooth flower: "You make it clear."

"I said, are you taking the other people's favorite things too much." The face of Bo Jiujunmei, with a smile: "Some people like you today, you will like others tomorrow, you are not very clear, you and Xiao Shen retired together, just can't keep up with the current model. Some people are more suitable than you. They understand how to take every step, so this will happen. I really jump in and help people to add icing on the cake? Fat, some Like, they like to pursue themselves in the process, so they will say that you can't be replaced, while looking for similar people to like, this is too normal, if you use these things to tie yourself, then how do you wave The mouse under your hand?"

Zhao San's fat is a little shallow: "So, let's take some people."

"Fat Lord." Thin nine squats: "Have you seen Animal World?"

Zhao Sanpeng: "That movie?"

Thin nine evils smiled: "Diffuse change, the fight, we have not finished, we may lose one day, but we have kept the road we want to keep, not how can we take some people, do not want to become People like them."

Zhao San fat shocked a bit, and the nephew slightly lifted: "I am coming back."

"Okay." Thin nine stretched out: "I finally finished the task, it is really a eloquence."

Zhao Sanpeng: "Your eloquence needs exercise? And how come you come to me? Qin Xinji, this should be his responsibility."

"I came to him differently?" Thin nine voices scattered: "All the others are mine."

Zhao San fat sighed two times: "So, what about him?"

Thin nine fingers knocked on the tablet of his palm: "Of course it is with other people..."

In the afternoon, Jiangcheng.

"Hey, hey!"

The keyboard sound is very strong, echoing in the air.

It seems to be the same in any Internet cafe.

Has a faint smell of smoke.

There is also the taste of instant noodles.

From time to time, burst out: "Dragon, dragon, dragon! They are playing dragons!"

The network management that passes by will be scared.

"What is the wave?"

"It's really awkward."

"Webmaster, here is a bottle of Coke!"

"Wait a minute!" The webmaster is a newcomer. He only went to work for half a month, but he felt that they were bosses.

It’s not like an Internet cafe owner.

Sitting at the bar, laughing eyes, but in the next second, let you feel that different pressure.

"boss."

"The boss hasn't come back yet, call me to represent the boss."

The network management coughed: "The agent boss, it seems that many people have come to play heroes online recently. Why is this?"

why?

Rao Rong’s finger.

because……