Chapter 561

Emir, who is deeply in love with muses, will definitely come after receiving the invitation from Lord jigwang.

I'm sure there will be trouble.

The result of the trouble -

Lord jiggwan would not say, but he did not expect that Emil would make trouble on the road.

Apart from Emir, who else can drive three standard military Humvees to the side of master jigwang's son-in-law's motorcade?

Boom, boom!

In the sound of the strong motor, the Loess flies, driving away the blessing people in the corridor, and also letting the motorcade in front of the road disperse in a hurry.

Creak, a Hummer on the road, rub out four or five meters away, stopped in the middle of the road.

Originally, the road was not wide, and the Hummer was particularly thick, solid and stupid. The white RV couldn't surpass it, so it had to stop on the road.

The high-speed railway looked up and saw several people jumping out of the car.

Some of them were wearing camouflage, soldier boots and berets, others were wearing shirts and jeans, and others were wearing black suits.

And a young woman in a brown and red cassock.

It's nothing. What is it?

The high-speed railway once again laments that this magical land has really limited his imagination.

After getting out of the car, the cassock woman embraces her hands and leans on the back of the car. Her chin is raised and she looks at the RV with absolute contempt.

The high-speed railway frowned and looked at the black suit.

He's looking for Emile.

I didn't find it.

None of these people is Emir.

Among the materials provided by jigwang, there is a picture of Emir, who is a handsome man with two beautiful moustaches.

Gigwan said, "this is Emile's entourage. The woman in the cassock should be his friend in the secret Sect on the plateau. "

"Well. To stop us on purpose is to find fault. "

The high-speed railway nodded, raised its hand and went to open the door: "OK, then I'll work."

He had known for a long time that jigwang deliberately made the wedding so grand in order to use his hand to suppress Emil.

Now the Lord is coming. Although Emir himself has not appeared in other cars, the high-speed railway has to deal with it.

But jiggwan stopped the high-speed rail.

According to local customs, neither the groom nor the bride can get off the bus on the way to the wedding.

Otherwise, it indicates that the husband and wife can not get to the white head.

The high-speed railway doesn't care whether it can get along with the saints, but it has to respect the local customs.

It seems that we can only let jiggwang say good things, be soft for a while, and settle accounts at the wedding.

Ji gewang didn't get off the car -

his identity today is both "father-in-law" and "best man".

The best man can't get off the bus either.

Moreover, according to local customs, if someone makes trouble on the way to a wedding, there is no other solution except to speak with fists.

Didn't you see that those people who were dispersed craned their necks one after another and made a high attitude of strong onlookers?

It is said that after solving the problem with fists, the high-speed railway is relieved.

Although jigawan is the sponsor of the temple cup and a puppet pushed to the front desk, he certainly doesn't like it. Emil is making trouble on the way, and he has arranged for the master to be ready.

But gigwang wiped his sweat and was embarrassed: "we and I didn't expect that Emir would take advantage of local customs and make trouble on the way."

That's the grass.

We need to use our fists to solve the problem. We can't get off the high-speed train if we can fight. The organizers of the temple cup didn't arrange experts to prevent accidents.

Is this where the emir's people are?

Or jigewan should call the organizer and ask for help.

"It's the gigwang family's business. The organizers won't take care of it."

Gigwang wiped his sweat again and murmured, "it seems that we can only make a detour."

High speed railway asked: "if people block you again?"

Gigwang immediately replied, "another detour."

"Stop it again."

"Go around again -"

when jiggwang just said this, he saw two people standing outside the window.

Silver gray professional dress, black silk legs, black heels, hair combed in the back of the head, urban white-collar Beauty full of beautiful women.

It's Gao Qi and Gao Xin that master Gao just received.

After they changed their clothes, they no longer had the timidity of being submissive, but they were still seduced.

"What are they doing?"

As soon as the high-speed railway asked this question, jigewang suddenly woke up and fell down the window.

Two women outside, looking at the high-speed rail, hands together: "please allow us to help you solve the current problem."

Sitting in the back of the car, Gao Qi realized that master Gao couldn't solve the problem and immediately stepped forward.

In the face of the loyalty of the two women, the high-speed railway did not feel any joy, but said faintly to jigewan, "take a detour. Emil has the ability to stop us until dawn. "The high-speed railway can see at a glance that among the four people blocking the way, the one in camouflage is niuhuo, the weakest in Kung Fu, the one in black suit is a little stronger, and the one in jeans is a little stronger.

But the woman in the cassock is a master of fake exchange.

Although jigewan has told the high-speed railway that Gao Qi and Gao Xin have been taught by Sanda experts since they were nine years old, and they have been practicing hard for many years.

But the high-speed railway can't see how high their Kung Fu is, but they are very good at serving men.

The high-speed railway wants them from jigewan. It just wants them to live a normal life, but it doesn't intend to treat them as thugs.

If this broke an arm, broken leg, how distressing?

Jigewang hesitated, nodded just to say something, but Gao Qi and Gao Qi fell on their knees outside the car, imploring master Gao to let them do their best.

The high-speed railway treats them as human beings, and there is no need to cover up their worries about their injuries.

After seeing this, Gao Qi and her husband were deeply moved. They implored him that they would rather die than repay their kindness.

I didn't even listen to my master.

Is this a rebellion?

When the high-speed railway frowned again, jigewan said, "Mr. Gao, let them have a try. This will make them feel more attached. "

Another damn sense of belonging!

The high-speed railway has to wave its hand to signal them to take a chance.

Anyway, the high-speed railway has a plan in mind. If the emir's people hurt Gao Qi's finger, they will make him pay the price of one hand afterwards.

Under the calm and worried gaze of master Gao, Gao Qi and her husband step on stilettos and screen the full moon. They walk to three meters in front of the cassock girl. They don't say any nonsense. They set out to push the window and watch the moon.

The middle finger of Gao Xin's right hand, which is also very arrogant, makes a sign to her that she will come and die.

The cassock girl laughed scornfully and looked away.

She got out of the car just to see the excitement. She didn't plan to do it at all.

Bull noisy camouflage man, did not wait for others to say anything, raised his left hand with a grim smile, stretched out his tongue, licked his thumb.

Before fighting, first lick the left thumb that uses to wipe buttock specially, is what reason?

Does it mean that in the aftertaste of some wonderful taste?

When the high-speed railway suddenly thought of this, it suddenly felt a strong discomfort in its stomach. It was even more worried that the two new beauties would also abide by this custom. That would be miserable. They could not care about anything else. They immediately asked jigwang, "Lao Ji, do you also wipe your buttocks with your left hand?"

"No

After a moment, jigewan immediately understood: "don't worry, Mr. Gao. They don't have the bad customs of the bottom people. We nobility have never been like that since ancient times. "

The high-speed railway was raised in the heart of my throat and landed with a bang: "that's good. These days, they all feed me with their hands. "

Before his voice fell, he saw the camouflage man who finally licked his left thumb. With a tiger roar, he jumped on Gao Qi and them.

Almost at the same time, Gao Qi and her husband scolded each other and raised their legs suddenly.

Black silk legs, slender, healthy, powerful.

Gao Qifei left leg, Gao Xinqi right leg, a pair of black thin high heels, instantly showed sharp triangle shape, straight kick to camouflage man.

High speed railway immediately eyes a bright, two thin high heels, has been severely kicked in the camouflage man's chest.

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