Chapter 173： : Jiang Zhi went to pick up the drunk cutie (two more)

"She is singing to the traffic police brother on the road, so I won't leave her anyway."

Singing?

Sing to the traffic police brother? !

"Is she drunk?"

Fang Ideal estimated: "Looks like I was drinking too much." However, she was confused, "But we didn't drink." They went to eat a meal.

It may be that eggs are in some dish.

Jiang Zhi didn't explain: "Let her stay there and send me the address."

"Row."

"Don't let her go where there are trees." Last week Xu Fang pulled up a tree after eating an egg. He was okay, and he was not afraid that she would be seen abnormally.

Confused Fang Ideal: "?"

Why can't you go where there are trees?

"Oh." She didn't ask.

Jiang Zhi put the phone on the table, got up and left.

Qiao Nanchu asked: "It's about to open, where are you going?"

"I'm going to pick up Zhou Xufang, she drank too much."

Jiang Zhi first went to Mrs. Jiang to say hello, saying that she was uncomfortable. The old lady asked a few worriedly, and he answered one by one before leaving.

Besides Xue Baoyi, when Jiang Zhi returned the phone to him, it was not hung up. He left the phone to dry on the table for a while before picking it up and putting it in his ear: "Fang Ideal, you—"

Over there: "Dudududu..."

Has been hung up.

Xue Baoyi: "..."

In addition to Jiang Zhi and his father, his second master was hung up for the first time.

When he has no temper?

He dialed directly: "You try to hang up with me."

The employee who was called by the boss personally over there was taken aback, and immediately explained: "I just got my hands fast, not on purpose." It was not on purpose.

Xue Baoyi didn't believe it: "That's a coincidence."

What are you talking about.

She was silent.

But she was silent for a long time, and the boss didn't speak. It felt like she heard a voice when she was eating chicken, but she didn't know where the enemy was hiding, which made her a little bit square.

Wait a little longer: "Boss, if it's okay, I'll hang up first—"

"Who said it's okay?" He was dangling, dragging a teasing tone.

This owe look, especially like the gangster who collects protection fees at the entrance of the street, or the leader.

Fang Ideal was the one who set up the stall at the street corner: "Then what do you order?"

Xue Hunhun: "Sing me a song."

"..."

This person, who is used to him? !

Fang Ideal endured the urge to beat others: "Are you always... lonely?" She suspected this guy wanted to sneak her.

He was scornful, always scornful: "Who is lonely?" He sat with his legs crossed, not going straight, touched his chin, and found a serious reason, "Sing a song, let the Lord listen Depending on your voice, if it's okay, the company can consider letting you develop movies and songs together."

Lord.

This tone is like the father of the gold master!

Fang Ideal suddenly felt that this person's image became tall and majestic: "What do you want to hear? As long as I can sing, I will sing it all for you."

Xue Baoyi raised Erlang's legs and threw peanuts into her mouth, leisurely and leisurely: "Whatever you want."

At exactly this time, Zhou Xufang squatted in front of the traffic police brother and sang joyfully: "Everyone is smiling, Wahaha, Wahaha, Wahaha, everyone is smiling..."

This song, let alone, is a little bit brainwashed. Fang Ideal didn’t even react, so he sang along: "Big sister, come on quickly, little brother, don’t run away, hold hands and sing that song. How happy our life is, Wahaha Wahaha, how happy our life is..."

Xue Baoyi who threw a peanut on her face: "..."

The tune is nine tunes and eighteen bends, singing like a two ha.

I don't know why, but it has a sense of picture, it's very awkward, and there is a magical stupidity that rushes toward the face.

Xue Baoyi took the phone away and said, "It's okay." The magic sound circulated around his ears, and the singles were already automatically cycled in his mind.

Fang Ideal hasn't sung enough yet. Zhou Xufang has already started the next paragraph. She also wants to follow the'Wahaha Wahaha': "There is another paragraph."

Xue Baoyi took a sip of tea to moisturize her throat: "It's okay."

Fang Ideal felt that the passage just now was not enough to show her singing voice. She was very positive: "How about? Would you like to sing another song for you?"

Xue Baoyi finished eating the peanuts and exchanged for a dish of fried broad beans. The bite was crunchy and crunchy: "You should act hard."

Fang Ideal, who wants to be a singer: "..."

So sad.

She was suddenly depressed: "Then I'll hang up."

Xue Baoyi's tone was a little bit awkward: "Don't be too sad, people are not perfect. Although I am handsome and handsome, I am good at playing games and mahjong."

After listening to Fang Ideal, he replied sincerely: "Then don't be too sad, there will be spring in Caibi."

Xue Cai forced: "..."

He threw a broad bean hard--

Sturdy hit the bridge of Qiao Nanchu's nose and made a noise.

Qiao Nanchu calmly took a piece of paper and wiped the bridge of his nose: "If you feel itchy, just say it."

Xue Baoyi hung up the phone: "Caibi is not worthy of eating broad beans?"

Qiao Nanchu: "..." I wanted to fight, but suddenly I couldn't do it.

At nine o'clock, the streets are full of neon signs.

On the building on the left side of the intersection, there is a huge LED display screen, which is showing advertisements. Under the building, there is a person squatting, looking up at the electronic screen, and shaking his head.

"Are you 017?"

Zhou Xufang was very drunk and his eyes were misty.

She tilted her head and stared at the person on the screen: "Your face has become a lot bigger."

Fang Ideal squatted aside and glanced at it.

This isn't the national brother Xiao Yunsheng.

Zhou Xufang was still muttering: "Are you 017? Are you?" She waved at the screen, "I am 011."

017?011?

Fang Ideal thinks Zhou Xufang may have read some secret agent novels recently.

011 drunk and dimly blinked: "017, don't run away, if you don't obey, they will beat you." She told 017 on the screen, "Let’s stop running, we will take medicine, we will take a lot of medicine, When we get better, we will run together again."

Talking, 011 eyes are red, and I want to cry.

She raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky. It took a while to force her tears back, and then she continued to look at the screen, her head tilted: "Huh?"

On the electronic display screen, it has been cut from the mobile phone advertisement to the Xiehe Men's Hospital. The originally beautiful boy has become a bald uncle, saying: to cure infertility, to Xiehe.

Zhou Xufang stood up and swayed: "017, where have you been?"

"017."

017 is gone, no one cares about her.

Zhou Xufang was very disappointed and wanted to jump up and blow the bald uncle's head.

No, Jiang Zhi said, you can’t run, jump, or get angry outside.

Fang Ideal was afraid that she would fall, so she helped her. She didn't want to help. He swayed to the traffic post again crookedly and squatted down: "Brother traffic policeman."

The traffic police brother has just changed shifts with the traffic police uncle. It is time to rest. The younger brother is young and very shy, and blushes with a ‘um’.

Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, side by side with the stone piers that stopped the car, and looked up at the traffic policeman's little brother, shook his head and said, "Your clothes are so beautiful."

She is drunk and has a little slurred speech.

The traffic police brother was even more shy.

She didn't know where to throw the mask on her face for a long time, her face was red, and her eyes were full of water vapor. She smiled sweetly, boasting about the clothes of the traffic policeman's little brother, and said: "Huang Chengcheng, very beautiful."

The traffic police brother pulled on his duty uniform.

Zhou Xufang's expression is so sincere: "Brother, can you sell me this dress?"

The little brother is embarrassed.

She wears a sweater hat with a clean face facing up. When she is not smiling, she is heroic and smiles. She has bright eyes and beautiful teeth. She said: "I want to buy it for my boyfriend." Speaking of her boyfriend, she is very Happy, very proud, "He looks good, and he will look better in yellow clothes."

Have a boyfriend.

The traffic police brother was a little bit lost: "This clothes can't be sold."

Zhou Xufang's dumbfounded expression: "Can't I sell it if I give a lot of money?"

The little brother shook his head: "This is work clothes." He can't sell it, and even if he sells it, ordinary people can't wear it.

But Zhou Xufang ate the egg and was confused: "Can I sell it if I help you work?"

Little brother: "..."

Whose little cute, don't take it away soon.

Otherwise, he steals!

Zhou Xiaocuti is very sorry: "No." Sigh, sigh heavily, "My boyfriend is so pitiful, he can't even wear beautiful clothes."

She didn’t buy any “beautiful” clothes. She hung her head down for a while, and then began to sing again: “The first nine and twenty-nine. Like sleeping in the street, five-nine-forty-five, street dancing of the poor, sixty-nine and fifty-four, tender thorns on the fence..."

The wind behind brought the voice: "Zhou Xufang."

Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, looked back in a daze, and then grinned, "Jiang Zhi."