Seeing that Miss Liu Hui, who was wondering, was coaxed by Yu Zhuo's three or two times, but she was really obedient to go home alone. Mo Jiu couldn't help but pointed at him.
Long Qingtian stood beside Mo Jiu, looking at her excited little look, her eyes gradually softened.
He reached out and dragged her, and the two returned to the private room again. In the private room, Gong Yan had been sitting there to drink, as if there was nothing outside to disturb him.
After dragging Long Qingtian's arm, Mo Jiu pointed at Gong Yan and asked: "Is this ... falling in love?"
"Divorce." Two simple people jumped out of Long Qingtian's mouth, making Mo Jiu stunned and nodded.
I looked at Gong Yan unbelievable. Mo Jiu couldn't imagine that after divorce, such an uncle, after divorce, borrowed wine to dispel sorrow?
The little hand dragged his chin, Mo Jiu looked at Gong Yan, and then looked at Long Qingtian. He felt that it was true that the adults had stories.
In the corridor.
Luo Luo held his chest with both hands and raised his head slightly. She was a little shorter than Yu Zhuo, which made her sigh in her heart. How high is this man?
Yu Zhuo still has no personal relying on the wall. The soft body seems to have no bones. A pair of peach blossom eyes stared at Luo Luo, and the corner of his mouth was filled with enchanting smile. "For that night, don't you say nothing?"
Luo Luo Fu, "What to say?"
"What do you say?" Yu Zhuo sneered.
Luo Luo gritted his teeth, "Say, how much money?"
In an instant, Yu Zhuo's mouth twitched, his face was dark.
Luo Luo took his fingers with his fingers: "I have already inquired, the best cowherd will not exceed 5,000 a night. You have a special identity and look good ..."
After gritting his teeth, Luo Luo was heartbroken, "Give you 10,000!"
Ten thousand! For Luo Luo, who is waiting for death, is just a astronomical number!
She should not eat or drink for two months, so she is enough!
Yu Zhuo was angry, fist: "I only worth 10,000?!"
Luo Luo gave him a white look, and took a step forward to pat his shoulder: "What do you say? This kind of thing was that a woman suffered a loss, and the old lady didn't care about you.
Yu Zhuo looked up and down with a glance, pulling out a contempt, "How much does the clock work in one hour?"
"Twenty?" Luo Luo answered subconsciously, and then watched Yu Zhuo: "What are you asking this?"
"Twenty hours? Then the hourly worker just does 500 hours before there are 10,000!"
"This ... it looks like it." A girl with bad mathematics, put her fingers for a long time, answered a sentence.
Yu Zhuo made a noise, "I don't want money to compensate, how do you give me 500 hours of work?"
Luo Luo's eyes lighted up, her most lacking now is money!
"no problem!"
The two people talked about the conditions, so they walked towards the room. The more they walked, Luo Luo felt more wrong.
With the appearance of the man around him, Luo Luo blinked, blinked again, and finally reacted: "Ah, do you compare the old lady as a clock aunt? !!"
It was night, Luo Luo followed Yu Zhuo, and his name was making money.
Mo Jiu looked at Luo Luoyi without hesitation, as if on the battlefield on the battlefield, he got on Yu Zhuo's car, his heart trembled, and wanted to stop, but was pulled by Long Qingtian's arm, and then Long Qingtian put together her ear to say something.
Then, then
Mo Jiu was shocked: "What? Yu Zhuo didn't/raise it? !!"