My goodness.

Agarez should not be called Agarez.

It should be renamed as King Agarez.

These details are so meticulous that they are so detailed.

Jiang Si held the pickle in her hand and sat on the sofa. Her eyes turned, and she had plans in her mind and approached Chu Xi.

Bo Jichen: "………”

A mistaken plan.

Forgot the time difference problem.

A cheap daughter hurt him.

He glanced at the ginger silk from the outskirts.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Si picked the picker and threw it into her mouth, urging Chuxi to eat the picker and said as if nothing had happened: "Therapist Chuxi, try it quickly. I have worked so hard to plant this."

Chu Xi was flattered: "Miss Ah Jiang, just call me Chu Xi. I am just a show of my skills in front of you."

"No, no, no." Jiang Si said three times: "You are too modest. You are the chief therapist of the Hunting Legion. That is a great existence. I admire it very much."

Chu Xi was praised as if he was feeling silenced: "It's not that I'm humble. You are going to our hunting army. You are the chief therapist. I don't know when you have time to give me advice?"

Jiang Si said: "It's easy to say, and when I finish my work, I will do my lessons taught by the teacher well. You're on vacation, let's communicate."

Chu Xi was overjoyed and stood up quickly and bowed to Jiang Si 90 degrees: "Thank you Miss Ah Jiang, thank you Miss Ah Jiang."

"You're welcome, try the pickle quickly and see how the mental power is inside." Jiang Si asked him to sit down quickly.

Then he looked up and met Bo Jichen's eyes, pretending to be puzzled, and all the white lotus opera singers put on: "Baba, your highness just asked you, hurry back to your highness and see what I'm doing?"

Bo Jichen slowly closed his fingers.

What a little black-hearted cotton-padded jacket. He calculated that he would not sell her. He was there to eat melons leisurely as an audience, and he would sing with his evil disciples from time to time to anger him.

This evil disciple.

This daughter.

Throw it away.

Must throw it away.

Agareth looked away from Guangming. Seeing Jiang Si's rising mouth, he opened his mouth and urged, "Teacher, please answer me positively."

Bo Jichen loosened his fingers, stood up, and patted the non-existent gray on his body: "Baby, don't you just want to know if your little wife is cold-shattering stars?"

"If you want to know, just ask me directly, why do you have to turn such a big corner and apply such a big horn?"

Ginger: "…"

Cheap Baba wants to sell her?

No?

They are still in love with each other.

Just like that, vulnerable?

Agarez looked at Jiang Si without retracting his eyes. He sat down and said, "Miss Ajahn, I asked the teacher, do you seem to be very nervous when you look for my wife?"

What's up to her?

She is just a melon-eating person.

She still has a little bit of confidence in the plastic bully.

Jiang Si thrust her waist, "Who...who said I was nervous? I was wondering if I had a brain with Chuxi therapist. What do we don't understand each other to facilitate communication!"

Chu Xi, who was standing in front of Jiang Si, blushed with excitement and asked stutteringly: "Can I add your brain number? Is it really OK?"

Jiang Si stretched out her hand with a brain and smiled brightly: "Of course, after all, you, the therapist, have more practical experience than me, so I just play with amateurs."

The 7th-level plant therapist is so humble.

Her amateur is top-notch.

Chu Xi's hands trembled, and his eyes and actions were completely like the little fan who saw the idol boss, and added a ginger-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-silk-s

Agarez watched them exchange light brain numbers, his eyes narrowed, his left and right hands overlapped again, and said slowly in a deep voice: "Since the teacher asked this, then, teacher, is my wife Mu Jiangsi breaking the stars?"

Jiang Si tightened her hand with Tizi, then looked at Bo Jichen, and asked, "Baba, Your Highness's wife is here too. She is really here. She didn't tell me, why didn't you tell me?"

If you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die.

This daughter.

Gone are the road to death.

In the future, there will definitely be times when she wants to cry but has no tears and regrets her intestines.

Bo Jichen bent his waist slightly, leaned closer to Agarez, and sighed: "Baby, your cute and soft little wife is on the cold star. When you use your brain to her, we are on the spaceship."

"Don't check what route we're doing. I'll tell you directly. Your little wife and I are on the Red-Browed Robbership."

"You know I have a little friendship with this guy, and I'm a little tight recently, so I found that this guy is fat again. I thought, reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. When the auction is over, I will take my good baby to Hongmei to earn some pocket money. I guess 50 billion star coins will definitely be obtained."

Jiang Si's heart was relieved when she reached her throat.

The Bodog Thief never disappointed her.

She believed everything she said.

I believed that they came here on a robber spaceship.

Agarez raised his head slightly, tapped his index finger on the back of his right hand again: "Teacher, can you tell me which hotel she lives in Lengshaxing? I want to see her!"

Bo Jichen's body was retreating to Jiang Si's legs, looking alert and exaggerated: "Do you want to see her or divorce her?"

Agareth's head tilted slightly, staring at Bo Jichen and Jiang Si, and laughed silently in a curve: "I have registered for marriage with her for so long, but I don't know what she looks like. Since we are on the same planet now, I'll go and meet the person who said he would sleep in the same bed with me when he was alive and buried in the same pit with me if he died."

"Ahem!!"

Jiang Si coughed a few times suddenly, and the pickup in her hand fell off. She grabbed Bo Jichen's hand and pointed at herself with one finger.

It's card.

The pickup was stuck in the throat.

"Good baby, what's wrong with you?" Bo Jichen shook Jiang Si's hand.

Jiang Si can't speak even if she has difficulty breathing, her face is flushed, and she pats her chest with her hands.

God wants to destroy her, and the zombie king capsized in the gutter and walked over. Now a pickup is going to jamm her?

What kind of hatred?

What kind of complaint?

God just won't let her die?

All kinds of strange things that made her die?

The color of Agareth's eyes changed. When her legs were raised to the ground and about to stand up, Chu Xi beside Jiang Si shouted: "Sir, Miss Ajahn has been stuck in the pickup. Don't touch her."

Bo Jichen quickly relaxed his hand: "What, is your throat stuck?"

"Yes, my throat is stuck!" Chu Xi stepped forward and said to Jiang Si, "Miss Ah Jiang, I offended you."

As he said that, he stuck his chin with his left hand and patted his right hand on her back. Heavyly took the pickup stuck in his throat.

"Good baby, are you okay?" Bo Jichen reached out to help ginger silk and pinched her inadvertently.

Jiang Si's voice weakened: "Baba, I feel a little uncomfortable, my throat hurts."

Bo Jichen instantly burst into power. He picked her up and hurried to the door. He ordered Chu Xi: "Chu Xi, hurry up, open the door quickly, I will take my good baby to the hospital."

The idol boss is uncomfortable.

Care is confusion.

Chu Xi ran over and opened the door, completely forgetting that he was a therapist himself and the idol boss was also a top therapist. What hospital should he go to?

Bo Jichen rushed out like an arrow holding the ginger silk.

Chu Xi blinked and reacted, raised her heels, and couldn't even see the ghosts outside. He murmured to himself, "Why are Miss Ah Jiang and the General running so fast, as if there were large strange beasts chasing them."
Chapter completed!