Chapter 373: Your brother hates you

Chapter 373 Your Brother Lou Dislikes You

Water drops trickled down the tip of the hoe, and soon the ground was dense.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the water beads off his side face.

They run down and tickle.

Lu Jingzhi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, "Here, wipe your hair, let me tell you—Xiao Bai is right, my haircut is really ugly."

Hue Ji: "You just know, Brother Lou said, I'm more talented than you."

"Then isn't your brother Lou afraid to go out now?" Lu Jingzhi recalled Xu Shulou's awkward look, and couldn't help laughing.

Respecting death like home, he closed his eyes and let him do what he could.

In the next two days, he became angry again, and ignored him.

With that appearance, it seemed that he didn't intend to take a step out of the door until his hair grew to his waist.

"Don't keep saying 'Your Brother Lou' and 'Your Brother Lou', it's so yin and yang," said Ji Ji melancholy, "Brother Lou doesn't recognize me anymore."

Hue Ji took a handkerchief and smelled it, "The smell of plums."

Lu Jingzhi: "Eating fruit on the street is not disgusted by your brother Lou, so I wiped it with a handkerchief."

Qing Wuya on the side listened to the conversation between the two, and he didn't know what to say.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The little girl's friends are also so carefree.

Back to the topic, Ji Ji began to complain.

After the two of them separated, he didn't go to Lu Jingzhi immediately.

He doesn't have to worry about Lu Jingzhi, after all, his skills are there.

Immediately, he was fascinated by the colorful world.

The food and clothing expenses of these years have been followed by Yan Qingzhui. On the surface of his identity, he is a personal bodyguard and a companion, but in fact, like Xu Shulou, Yan Qingzhui treats him as a younger brother.

The monthly salary is quite a lot, and there is no place to spend it. No, it’s time to catch up.

He quickly got tired of the first floor.

This half night has been wandering on the second floor.

Before Lu Jingzhi went up to the third floor, he only played one game on the third floor, and lost.

"They can do it by throwing people down from the third floor after being poor!" Hue Ji still had that unbelievable look.

Although he already knew the cause and effect, Lu Jingzhi laughed every time he heard it.

"Did you gamble other than money?" Lu Jingzhi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"...how do you know?" After finishing speaking, Ji Ji covered his mouth, his voice coming out muffled.

Lu Jingzhi sighed, "You are lucky that you didn't get chopped off."

Speaking of which, under the height of a three-story building, throwing people down so straight—as long as Ji Ji is not a martial arts practitioner, they are killing people.

Or, they can see that the **** has been practiced, so they think it doesn't matter if they throw people down?

Looking back at the road behind illuminated by the candlelight, Lu Jingzhi thought about what he was thinking on the third floor.

who cares.

"Let's go to the second floor, let's go play again!" Hoe Ji greeted Lu Jingzhi, "Hey, I need to lend you some money."

Lu Jingzhi readily took out the money and divided points between him and Qing Wuya.

Qing Wuya refused, "If I lose, I lose. If you're not here, I should lose as well. You don't have to take this on yourself."

She happened to be standing under a luminous pearl, her face was shrouded in soft light, intertwined with the moonlight, outlining a beautiful outline, the deer frightened the branch, raised her hand, and tried to put her arm on him, but failed, so she could only take a shot Pat him, "Think about it too much, I won't bring over the faults that don't belong to me, I just think you have no money and no fun in the future."

Qing Wuya is not a person who cares about gains and losses, seeing what she said, he happily accepts the money.

Lu Jingzhi finally glanced at the boat on the other side, blew a long whistle, and said with a smile, "You won't see the beautiful lady when you go downstairs..."

(end of this chapter)

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