Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou was really impressed.

However, after all, I still feel that Shan Ye’s real-life pan face model is not as valuable as the pans from a systematic sale and sale, so I really don’t bother to take care of it.

Besides, shouldn't you take time to let Boss Lin hold the injured little heart and shed lonely tears silently for a while?

Fifty million, and the gold digged out of the four gouzi dog holes, all reimbursed! !

—— I didn't want to think about it, but instead of collecting a total of 600 million yuan in transaction tax, I threw the master of the food restaurant into the bureau. Who is more distressed.

I am afraid that God of Wealth Qin is already heartbroken to the point where he can't breathe and care about his little wife!

Of course, Lin Chou didn't have the time to add up how much benefit his paper approval brought, but he was simply dissatisfied with the food shop.

Well, it's just a trace.

How much, not much!

If it wasn't for this guy with the surname Fu, wouldn't this handsome be able to even let go of the dog hole? Do you know what Si Gouzi's eyes looked at Lao Tzu at that time?

It was the heartache of mourning his misfortune and the indisputable heartache and... the confusion that I had forgotten the bones that I had forgotten for more than 30 days after digging a deep pit and had been gnawed out by the owner and gnawed again.

Why do you make Tangtang Lin love me? Why is the love? !

In short, Lin's mentality has exploded, and it is not suitable for the research and development of any new dishes for the time being.

Or was it for the advice of the parents' meeting that Lin Chou's work of one day and one night dismissed countless big figures who stomped and stomped the entire base city.

In the morning, I looked at my attire over and over again at the smooth bottom of the pot,

"Emmmmmm, where is the news from these guys, there has been no one coming from the auction until now."

Chizhi and Su Yourong followed for a busy morning, still a little skeptical.

"Boss (Wet Tiger), are you sure you want to wear this suit to the parent conference?!"

Lin Chou fastened the last button on the cuff of his suit.

"The parent meeting is a very serious occasion. Is there anything wrong with my formal dress?"

Su Yourong squeezed her small chin and thought about it carefully.

"That's not even a full set of suits, ties, leather shoes... Wet Tiger, nowadays, apart from taxation, very few people really wear it like this."

Lin Chou is petrified,

"...Really?"

Chizai said again,

"Boss, I think your little dress is pretty good. It was made by hand. Why do you have to ask Bao Er to bring back a suit in the base city? It's weird!"

Lin Chou muttered,

"I can't bear it, isn't it... That old lady Yue has cheated me 100,000 in her clothes... It's terrible..."

Now that I think of it, he still has a bit of toothache, plus the left and right egg pain.

But if you send the Buddha to the west, you must do everything you promised.

After Lin Chou changed into that very simple and neat little dark dress, his whole person became much more normal.

Su Yourong and Chi are only quite satisfied,

"Let's just say, in addition to wearing a chef's uniform, the wet tiger is the most handsome in this small windbreaker!"

Lin Chou waved,

"It's alright, I know it's not alright, let's go!"

Seeing Lin Chou's movements, Su Yourong shouted,

"Wait! Wet Tiger, you want to be a **** horse?"

The little sheep made an extremely harsh bleating sound,

"What's wrong, this is fast, there is not much time, I am almost late... The parents' meeting is still late, and the gourd baby is afraid that the class teacher will blow out her nose."

Shan Ye didn't know where he came out, so he glanced at him.

"I puff...you ride this? Are you trying to laugh at the head teacher of Calabash Baby and then inherit his right to correct homework?!"

"..."

Lin Chou was a little blinded, his gaze shifted back and forth between the little sheep and his own dress.

"It seems a bit unsuitable...Which one of you has paint, or I paint the little sheep black?"

Chi only shook his head in disappointment, Su Yourong directly covered his face.

Shan Ye sighed and threw a bunch of keys.

"Here, drive my pangolin baby, don't scratch me the paint, let me tell you!"

Lin Chou said,

"Don't make trouble, I don't have a driver's license!"

"Co-author, how many guys in the wilderness do you think have a driver's license? Driving a wilderness chariot requires a driver's license, are you funny, do I dare to learn from the coach and dare to teach it? You let him show me how to hit the mountain with an engine hard **** Try it?"

Lin Chou still shook his head.

"Your car is too sturdy, I'm afraid that half of the base city has been leveled by me before it runs out of gas, and I have motion sickness-and I am a little bit lost... Anyway, if I don't drive, I still ran. Right."

Shan Ye hummed,

"The thief's plump sister-in-law asks you for such a thing. The parents of other people's children are maids in luxury cars. Are you running? Don't you lose your share..."

Su Yourong came up with an idea,

"Wet Tiger, why don't you take it with you? Xiaoqing is fine too! Quickly and quickly..."

"No, you can't do it... Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing is too big."

So the eight eyes of the four people focused on the face of a dog sitting on the ground-well, this guy just gnawed a whole cow's thigh bone, and he finished combing his hair, licking his feet, sprinkling his feet, and hitting. It's over...

In short, you know, when Haha completes the above-mentioned one-stop business, it will become unusually different from it.

It's the kind with vigorous eyes and torch, and also unusually quiet and serious.

"That's it!!!"

Si Gouzi hadn't reacted yet, why did he always feel that something cold had been chuachua it, and Lin Chou slammed it over his shoulder as soon as his front legs were tight.

"boom!"

Lin Chou's eyes rounded and stared at the blue spotlight the size of Si Gouzi's washbasin.

"You, it's a Husky now, understand?!"

Four dogs:

"Woo Wang..."

Lin Sorrow:

"Ok??"

Si Gouzi slapped his paw fiercely on his chin, making a strange noise.

"Wang... Didi!"

Gotta go, go.

But having said that, if you don't consider other factors, Si Gouzi is really a qualified mount, and the wind speed is extremely cool and comes with a sense of sight that is comparable to Audrey Hepburn's skirt being blown up by the wind.

Of course, Lin Chou didn't have a skirt. He just made a hairstyle for free, the kind of wild faction.

When I entered the city, I had a little trouble. To be precise, Si Gouzi almost ate the machine that recognizes his ID card, but fortunately he vomited it out in the end.

The garrison has never seen a big scene, you know, here, but Zhengximen! We are garrison soldiers guarding the Zhengxi Gate!

It's just a sixth-order two-half, and this thing is at most a pet before the cataclysm. Isn't it strange, not uncommon!

After the green light gave the famous Lin Choulin boss, several garrisons leaned against the cool city gate in a screaming chaos and chatted indifferently and happily, while enjoying the worship and admiration of those two stupid hunters and ordinary people in the collection team. look.

Don’t be alarmed, the landslide will not change your face, neither humble nor overbearing, the true nature of a man!

——Oh, did you see it? This is your soldier, the patron saint of Mingguang.

"The smell of dog hair is a bit heavy, it looks like it's been a long time since I bathed.

"The price of shampoo has risen recently, and the one who just left is a notoriously small-eyed iron cock."

"It looks pretty cute, and the look in your eyes makes you feel like a hug."

"By the way, why doesn't this boss make a sledge? That thing is easy to use, and it's in the same shot as the husky thunderstorm."

Finally,

"There is no one percent murderous in the cold, the sixth-order strange beast, tusk, the true heart is just average."