Chapter two hundred and ninety-six this foot is not that foot
"I thought that with your current status, your speaking quality could be improved a bit." Ma Xiaoyou curled his lips and said.
"I'm just like this, I can't change it, what's wrong, you want to treat me to dinner." I asked casually.
"I heard Xiaoxiao say that you want to find a store as a loan company." Ma Xiaoyou asked directly.
"Yes, that's the case." I was stunned for a moment, mentally cursing the old fairy for being a trousers-waist, but I still responded.
"Have you found it?"
"It's hard to find. There's nothing I like right now." I shook my head.
"There is a store for rent next to my studio. The location is good. I recommend you come over and take a look." Ma Xiaoyou thought for a moment and said.
"Is it reliable? The number of meters is too small, I can't ask for it." I was a little confused.
"It has two floors, nearly 300 square meters. It's too rich to be a loan company." Ma Xiaoyou replied.
"Okay, I'll go over and take a look later." I planned to hit a shot first if I had a date or not.
"Okay, let's do this for now." Ma Xiaoyou seemed to be quite busy and replied, then hung up the phone very rudely.
"Why, you are still inseparable from Sister Ma." The old immortal asked, baring his teeth.
"Oh, you know how to use idioms, it's not easy." I insulted him, then waved my hand and said, "Let's go there and have a look."
"How are we going? You can't even get a taxi here." Menmen was speechless.
"Take the bus," the old immortal suggested.
"Are you addicted to picking out dumb people?" I asked sideways.
"I think there are only two places where stories can happen, one is the toilet and the other is the bus," Lao Xian said stubbornly.
"Okay, okay, let's go."
It was quite cold outside, and I really didn't want to stand here and take a taxi. I might not be able to get a taxi in half an hour, so I had no choice but to follow Lao Xian's advice and turn around and walk towards the bus stop.
The four of us waited for ten minutes and then got on the bus. Fortunately, there were not many people in the car, and there happened to be two empty seats. I occupied one immediately, and Jin Beibei, the tiger, grabbed it. One of them arrived, and just as he was about to sit down, Menmen said, "Oh no, I can't, my ribs are aching again."
"Brother, if you don't do this, you'll look like you're going to die now if you want to take advantage." Jin Beibei said with watery eyes.
"Hurry up and let him sit down, otherwise your prostate will hurt in a while." The old immortal said irritably.
After Lao Xian finished speaking, a girl whose crotch was facing him frowned and looked back at him with contempt. When Lao Xian saw the girl's face, he was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and almost There is no more Liuha Lazi.
Yes, Brother Xian's heart is beating again.
"Hey, sisters, where did you buy this big scarf of yours? It's very beautiful."
Lao Xiantian shamelessly started to find something to say, and Menmen kicked him directly from below. I mean, please control your points and pay attention to your quality.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" The girl turned around and replied firmly.
If you strike up a conversation with a normal person, you won't ask her about her neck scarf, because even if she answers where she bought it, what else can you say in the next sentence? After being rejected, someone with a thin skin would stop talking about it, but is the old immortal thin-skinned? His face was tempered by his father's belt. Apart from being able to withstand beatings, all that's left is thickness. .
"I don't think this color looks good, so you need to change it to a yellow one. I think it looks a little more slutty. You have to believe me, I work in a fashion magazine, so I study who wears what clothes every day when I have nothing to do." The old fairy boasted loudly and continued to make a sentence.
I thought that after he said this, the girl would give him a slap in the face, but unexpectedly, the girl was stunned for a moment when she heard that the old fairy was working in a fashion magazine, and she asked in a furious voice. : "You guys who publish magazines need models."
"We must have models, but the fashion atmosphere in Northeast China is weak, models are hard to find, and it's too expensive to find third-rate celebrities, so we often recruit." Lao Xian got excited as soon as he heard the other party's reply, and began to brag based on some facts. Don't tell me, what he said was quite bluffing, like that.
"I'm a college student in engineering, and I work as a model part-time."
"I've seen it a long time ago. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to talk to you. A pair of shreds of flesh has completely exposed your profession. You have nice legs. Listen to what I'm telling you. Don't look at me. It's very reserved, but I'm very fond of you." Fashion is very sensitive. You know the translucent skirt Lin Chiling wore last time. I was the first to notice that her pants were maroon." The old fairy began to babble.
"Brother, why is he so awesome?" Jin Beibei asked me.
"Have you ever heard of these four words?" I replied speechlessly.
"What's the word?" Jin Beibei was confused.
"Tram crazy. Han." I said word by word.
"Appropriate." Menmen gave a thumbs up.
Twenty minutes later, the four of us got off the bus. The old fairy was glowing with glory, sticking out his big tongue and baring his teeth and said: "I tell you, you have to take the bus twice when you have time. As long as the girls here are good-looking, That's very pure, you know."
"Hey, there's something going on." Menmen asked with a curled lips.
"It has to happen, I'm going to call you." Lao Xian showed off while holding his cell phone.
"Don't be ridiculous. I know someone in the car who can give you his phone number," I said with great disbelief.
"Fuck, come and take a look." Lao Xian suddenly became anxious and pulled out the phone book and put it in front of us.
"Quizin Yanzi, Japanese..." I looked a little confused at the name, turned to the door and asked: "Are there any Japanese with the surname Que?"
"Yes." Menmen said uncertainly.
"Hey, this phone number is quite good, 138451022223331." Jin Beibei read it out, but as he read it, he realized something was wrong. He blinked and said, "Why is this phone number so damn long?"
The old immortal was confused.
"Uh, you don't understand, this could be **'s call."
"Haha." Menmen immediately laughed mercilessly.
"Damn it, why don't you agree to have dinner together tonight?" Tramman Han suddenly felt sad.
"I'm calling you careless, and I'm going to give you a hammer. Damn it, let's go, let's go."
I comforted him and ran towards Ma Xiaoyou's studio. After opening the door, our Sister Ma was working hard to take off her clothes. Although we are relatively vulgar, we were too embarrassed to step in, so we could only stand. At the door.
"It's okay, you guys come in and sit down." Ma Xiaoyou said falsely.
"Well, I'm not going to sit down anymore, so I came over to take a look at the house." I replied casually, then I scanned around the house and asked puzzledly: "Where is my tiger?"
"I'm playing with the girl next door." Ma Xiaoyou took a deep breath and put the mop in the bathroom corner.
"Oh, how is your business?" I asked.
"What else can I do, help someone unpack some clothes and draw a pattern, that's all." Although Ma Xiaoyou is still beautiful and carefree in speech, she looks much more capable. Obviously, she There must have been a lot of setbacks in the studio.
"I can't be a mistress for Brother Nan. He's doing quite well now." The old immortal chimed in.
"Forget it about the second wife. If you want a mother, I can consider it." Ma Xiaoyou rolled his eyes speechlessly, picked up the dark blue windbreaker and put it on.
"Sister You, you are beautiful again." Menmen said with a sigh.
"It must be charming." Ma Xiaoyou said proudly, took the key, and led us out of the store room.
A few minutes later, we walked to the so-called next door. As soon as we arrived at the door, we were all stunned. There were four big characters on the plaque, Xin Xin Zu Dao.
"Let's go in, Sister Xin has been waiting for me." Ma Xiaoyou said vigorously.
"Here." The old immortal was confused.
"Well, what's wrong?" Ma Xiaoyou turned around and asked.
"Do you know what this is for?" Lao Xian asked, pointing to his feet.
"I know," Ma Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment, nodded cutely, and continued: "Isn't it just for massage? Huzi comes here to play every day."
"Do you know this place?" Menmen asked with gleaming eyes.
"You forgot, when we were in high school, we came here, and I didn't have a fucking virgin here." The old fairy said emotionally.
"What do you mean?" Ma Xiaoyou was confused.
"This is the fucking Whampoa Military Academy in a brothel. Your seniority is quite high. You live next door and you haven't even seen me." Lao Xian replied in a broken voice.
"Go away, don't talk nonsense," Ma Xiaoyou scolded with a frown. She is from Beijing. Beijing has a culture of foot massage. Bathing and foot massage are everywhere, but they are all formal, so she doesn't understand that foot massage is in the Northeast. What does it mean.
"Come here, brother, let me spread some common sense to you." I dragged Ma Xiaoyou to the side and whispered a few words into her ear. Then she rubbed her fingers awkwardly and smoothed the ends of her hair. He said weakly: "Then I won't go in. You can take the tiger home with you. I asked him why he runs here every day. It turns out he has learned bad things."
"Hey, Nan Nan, I told you not to rent this house. This is a fucking kiln. It's too sexy." Menmen said to me.
"But the layout and lighting inside are quite good." Ma Xiaoyou added.
"You've been in there."
"Go and pick up Hu Zi."
"Then you haven't noticed that the girls here are wearing very cool clothes."
"I thought they were wearing technician uniforms," Ma Xiaoyou said awkwardly.
"My child, I learned four words today, which I think are more suitable for you." The old fairy said with bared teeth.
"What word."
"Short of heart."
"Get lost, who knew your footpath here could still be like this?" Ma Xiaoyou immediately cursed in shame.
"Woof, woof."
At this moment, Huzi opened the door like a lunatic, and ran towards me with a stream of smoke, followed by a three-month-old Pomeranian. This damn thing is getting more and more out of place. He is already 4.5 years old, quite... In the middle-aged period of human beings, Pomeranian is only three months old, equivalent to a baby in swaddling clothes. How can it be so embarrassed? This book was first published on 17K Novel Network, and you can read the original content for the first time!