Chapter 107
Little girls are clingy.
Liu Fusheng naturally didn't want to be separated from Ning Chen.
But there is no way, who asked Ling Yan to make a hindrance.
If Liu Fusheng dared to open the door to Ning Chen, his little buttocks would inevitably be swollen.
This is the privilege given to Ling Yan by the master of the Liu family
! With Shang Fang's sword, Ling Yan is naturally fearless
! I can't get it, and you don't want to get it!
As for the four second-level ghost beads, it was probably because this woman's conscience found out and threw it to Ning Chen as compensation.
However, Ning Chen would rather not have this compensation!
Isn't Xiao Fusheng more fragrant than four ghost beads?
Pinching the four ghost beads, the smoke is swirling, and Ning Chen's entire back looks particularly lonely.
"Alas~"
sighed, and with a flip of his palm, the ghost bead was included in the system space.
After flicking off the cigarette butt, Ning Chen got up and waved to the taxi that was driving not far away.
Ling Yan didn't let himself enter the door, and he didn't have nowhere to go?
There was no woman in his heart, and he drew his sword and was a natural god
! Cultivation, cultivation or cultivation of stepping on a horse!
......
"Di~"
A taxi passed by, honked, attracting Ning Chen's attention, and the driver rolled down the window and shouted with a smile.
"Little brother~Where are you going?"
Hearing this, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hurriedly looked at the taxi driver carefully.
In this process, I always feel like the ghost driver from before.
But just a moment, Ning Chen returned his gaze and smacked his lips in some disappointment.
It's a pity!
There's no ghost!
Also, how can a ghost come out to hang out in broad daylight?
It's not a ghost, and the happiness is gone....
Alas~
sighed, Ning Chen immediately stepped forward and pulled the car door and got into the car.
"Master, Tenglong Flower Garden
!" "Okay!"
the driver responded with a smile, and slammed out with one foot on the accelerator, not realizing that he had walked away at the ghost gate.
Since people are not ghosts, Ning Chen has no interest.
rolled down the window, lit a Huazi, and turned on his mobile phone to send a message to Liu Fusheng.
"Xiao Fusheng, I'm in the car..."
, just two seconds after it was sent, I saw this girl sending a series of messages crackling.
"Woo woo woo woo ~
" "The baby is wronged, but the baby doesn't say..."
"Damn! hate! hate!"
Seeing this, Ning Chen smiled dumbly.
Just a series of words, you can feel a thick resentment
and send a message to appease the girl, and Ning Chen chatted with the driver's master.
In less than fifteen minutes, Ning Chen heard a sound of brakes.
"Little brother, it's here
!" "So fast?" "
Brother is a thirty-year-old driver!" "Autumn name mountain bike god
!" "This speed is slow enough! If it weren't for being in the city, my brother
would have to take you to experience what low-altitude flight
is!" "There is a chance! There is a chance!"
"No need to look for it!".
With a few polite words, Ning Chen flipped through his pocket, directly threw two hundred oceans over, and then got out of the car and walked straight to the door of the community.
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Imperial Capital Time.
5:07 p.m.
In a small alley outside the Pujia Building.
Ning Chen, who was driven out by Miss Cao, lit a cigarette sadly.
To be, or not to be.
This is a question.
The monk's five senses are far beyond ordinary people, and he can even hear his heartbeat through the wall.
But Miss Cao's office is soundproofed, and she can't hear anyone in the rest room, which is very reasonable, right?
Thinking of the little secretary's timid appearance, Ning Chen felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
"Red Bean~ Do you say I'm too much?"
"Naturally it's not too much~ It's her blessing to be able to see Childe's swordsmanship~"
As soon as the words fell, the soft voice of Red Beans sounded in his ears, and the guilt in Ning Chen's heart suddenly decreased a lot.
Also, you can't blame yourself, who made Miss Cao make the office so soundproof?
Pass the ball to James, throw the pot to Miss Cao, and keep the elegant and easy-going to yourself!
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