v10 Chapter 1867： Red and white, flashing lights

After running wildly for a while, Qin Luo stopped.

Looking back, Deschamps' figure had long since disappeared, and even the actually brilliant restaurant had disappeared from Qin Luo's vision.

It was not until this time that Qin Luo tasted a sigh of relief.

"Huhuhu..."

Just standing still, before Qin Luo had time to catch his breath, a heavy gasp came from behind, and then, a word of complaint came into Qin Luo's ears.

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

The voice was very familiar, even if he didn't turn his head, Qin Luo knew who it was.

Bob Dylan!

Emmmm, patronizing and escaping, even forgot Bob Dylan!

His neck suddenly stiffened, and Qin Luo turned his head awkwardly.

"Chairman, your old body bones are really tough. If you are someone else, I am afraid you would have been in the car long ago..." Qin Luo touched his nose and said stiffly.

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

"If there is a taxi, I will run a fart!" Bob Dylan snapped.

taxi?

Qin Luo was taken aback when he heard Bob Dylan's words.

He thought that Bob Dylan might have misunderstood something.

"Chairman, the car in my mouth is not a taxi..." Qin Luo said cautiously.

Not for rent? what is that?

"That is?"

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

Red and white, with flashes?

Upon hearing this, Bob Dylan was stunned.

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

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind.

Is it an ambulance?

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

Red and white, and flashing lights!

"Grunt~" Bob Dylan swallowed carefully and slowly said: "You said it was not an ambulance, right?"

Qin Luo nodded seriously and said: "It seems that the Lord Xi has already guessed it. I am talking about an ambulance."

"At your old age, you can still run so fast without taking a car. This is the first time I have seen you."

Bob Dylan: "..."

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

He didn't know that he should be secretly glad that he was healthy? Qin Luo should still be criticized righteously.

After a long while, Bob Dylan shook his head helplessly. To Qin Luo, he was really not criticized.

"Really, Qin Luo, how do you plan to use this favor?" Waved his hand, Bob Dylan pulled the topic back to the main road.

Favor?

To be honest, Qin Luo really didn't think about this issue.

After all, this was only his intentional work, and he did not seriously think about the follow-up arrangements.

"Keep it for now, and use it when there is something to be awarded next time." Qin Luo said.

Awards?

Ha ha!

"To be honest, do you need it when awarding an award?" Bob Dylan said.

Yes, can Qin Luo use it?

You must know that at almost every award ceremony, Qin Luo will speak amazingly, and all kinds of high-end theories are easy to grasp.

Favor?

That's just for those "half-hearted" ones.

Hearing Bob Dylan's words, Qin Luo thought about it seriously, as if it was indeed the case.

"Uh... I really don't need it myself, but it doesn't mean that my students don't need it. Maybe they can stand on the Nobel podium someday?"