Chapter 1867

After running for a long time, Qin Luo stopped.

Looking back, Deschamps's figure has already disappeared. Even the splendid restaurant has disappeared from Qin Luo's view.

Until this time, Qin Luo was relieved.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo..."

Just standing still, before Qin Luo had time to breathe, a heavy gasp came from behind, and then a burst of complaint like words spread into Qin Luo's ears.

"I said," Qin Luo, why are you running so fast? "

The voice is very familiar, even if you don't turn around, Qin Luo knows who it is.

Bob Dylan!

Emmmm, patron ran away and forgot Bob Dylan!

His neck was stiff and Qin Luo turned his head awkwardly.

"Lord, I'm afraid your old body is tough enough. If you were someone else, I'm afraid you would have taken a bus..." Qin Luo touched his nose and said with a stiff face.

By car? Ha ha, you think I don't want to.

"If there's a taxi, I'll fart!" Bob Dylan snapped.

Taxi?

Hearing Bob Dylan's words, qinluo was stunned.

He felt that Bob Dylan had misunderstood something.

"Mr. Xi, the car in my mouth is not a taxi..." Qin Luo said carefully.

Not for rent? What's that?

"Is that?"

"It's the kind of red and white, flashing lights..."

Red and white with a flash?

Bob Dylan was stunned at this.

What kind of car can be red and white with flashing lights?

All of a sudden, there was a flash in his mind.

Is it an ambulance?

After all, in Bob Dylan's limited knowledge reserve, only ambulance perfectly fits qinluo's statement.

Red and white and flashing lights!

"Grunt ~" Bob Dylan swallowed his saliva carefully and began to speak slowly. "What you said is not an ambulance, is it?"

Qin Luo nodded his head seriously on his face and said, "it seems that the Lord Xi has already guessed that what I said is the ambulance."

"It's the first time I've seen you run so fast at your old age, and you don't take a bus yet."

Bob Dylan:

At this moment, he doesn't know what to say.

He didn't know that he should be secretly glad that his body was still good? We should criticize Qin Luo with just words.

After a while, Bob Dylan shook his head helplessly. He could not get criticism of qinluo.

"Seriously, Qin Luo, how are you going to use this favor?" With a wave of his hand, Bob Dylan brought the topic back to the main road.

Human relationship?

To tell you the truth, Qin Luo didn't really think about it.

After all, this is only a temporary work of his own, and he did not seriously consider the follow-up arrangements.

"Keep it for the next time you have any awards." Qin Luo said.

Awards?

Ha ha!

"To tell you the truth, do you need it when you give awards?" Bob Dylan said.

Yes, can Qin Luo use it?

You know, almost every time the award ceremony, Qin Luo will speak amazing words, all kinds of high-end theory is easy to grasp.

Human relationship?

That's just for the half baked ones.

Hearing Bob Dylan's words, qinluo thought seriously, as if it was.

"Er I don't need it myself, but it doesn't mean that I don't need it. Maybe they will be on the Nobel podium one day? "