The private room door pushed away, and another signature fish was brought in by the boss and placed on the table.

To a large extent, the operation of the boss eases the weird atmosphere in this private room.

In fact, the boss has been standing outside the door just now.

Other people are happy to play here. Only this small private room is like fighting.

She is very interesting and dare not interrupt.

She didn't come in until Wang Yu completed a irritable operation.

I originally wanted to introduce this fish.

Looking up, the bright red below Wanhong's nose made her down immediately.

She really didn't want to stay in this depressed atmosphere for a long time.

When the boss was out of the private room, Zhou Yu then stretched the chopsticks, pinched a piece in the new dish, and complained: "Wang SJ, what kind of fish is this?"

Wang Yu said with a smile, "This is called salt non -fish!"

Zhao Wenbo and Liu Rui seemed to be attracted by Wang Yu's words.

They knew Luo Feiyu, but never heard any salt non -fish.

Wang Yu looked at them with surprise, and explained to them seriously, "Really called salt non -fish!"

"There is a song written for it."

"Sing like this!"

"Love is true, you need courage, come to face, flow, talk non -fish!"

Goose and Goose ...

Zhou Yu laughed, and she also knew that the smile was a bit inappropriate at this time.

But she can't help it!

Zhao Wenbo and Liu Rui both looked at Wanhong subconsciously.

Wan Hong's face has blood, and the drink has not been done yet.

With Zhou Yu's laughter, I do n’t know if it ’s laughing at Wang Yu’ s paragraph or laughing.

Zhao Wenbo and Liu Rui were embarrassed.

I don't know how to come to this field.

At the same time, they are also angry and angry.

The common point of Zhao Wenbo and Liu Rui: was arranged by Wang Yu.

Dang the knife for Wang Yu.

They can no longer face Wanhong in the future.

Summary: Wang Yu died of the pit.

This feeling of being used is actually not good.

They couldn't even see a little ashamed on Wang Yu's face, and he still had a smile.

Wang Yu didn't know when to realize the truth:

Talk to moral people morally.

Tell interests with interest groups.

If you talk about morality with interest groups and talk to people with morality, isn't this a mess?

Wang Yu threw the chopsticks, "Rui, leave!"

Liu Rui quickly got up to keep up with Wang Yu.

Zhao Wenbo's eyelids were mad, and this was gone, and the mess would not clean up?

I owe you specially?

The job of rubbing her buttocks is really not working.

Wan Hong's face collapsed at the moment Wang Yu left the private room.

The fist on the table was giggled.

Drive the inner fear by anger.

Wanhong actually panicked a batch.

Wang Yu's mix.

His hysterical.

His planer question.

These private information in his hand.

Zhao Wenbo makes bait.

Liu Bingyi behind Liu Rui.

The side knock on the side of Qu Bo.

... These relationships come and go.

... In the absence of some people ...

Wan Hong dare not dare to do if anyone wants to arrange him!

Nympho

These abilities revealed by Wang Yu are like a slap on his body.

He couldn't feel the pain in one sword and two knives.

Three knives and four knives, there is still no feeling.

But when he saw the bloody meat and the bones of Baisensen, he knew that he would die.

But if you can't die again, you can only watch himself clean up by Wang Yu's knife ...

The feeling of being close to death, but I don't know when death will come.

At a glance at Wang Yu's plate, the catfish that had been eaten by his meat was only a complete skeleton left in the plate and neatly ...

Wan Hong seemed to see her end after not doing it.

Wang Yu ... That's a butcher!

Wan Hong counseled.

If a person takes out a nest, then there must be only one death.

Wan Hong is looking for face with anger.

With disdain, he said that he was not because he was afraid of Wang Yu.

If Wang Yu's father came out, it could only show that Wang Jianyao was so clean like a white Zhang, definitely not because Wan Hong counseled.

Yes, I Wanhong is just right, that is, the Gao Feng Liang Festival!

"Young people, I don't know how to do it ..." Wan Hong scolded.

Bang!

The moment the private room door was kicked open, Wan Hong was scared again. He couldn't wait to swallow the words just said.

Wang Yu was carrying the ten -pound big flower cricket in his hand, and he laughed at Wan Hong at his hands: "Manager Wan, I told my mother to wait for my dad to go home tonight to eat fish!"

"Can the fish send me? Manager Wan, Director Zhao?"

You all put the fish in your hands, and asked? Wan Hong squeezed out a little more smile than crying, "Take it!"

But Zhao Wenbo didn't understand that Wang Yu's consent was understandable.

Why did he ask my opinion? When Zhao Wenbo muttered, he nodded towards Wang Yu.

Then, Zhou Yu got up and took the bag, "Director Zhao, Manager Wan, then I will leave first."

Then Zhao Wenbo realized that Wang Yu wanted not a fish.

It is a fish, a fish.

Zhao Wenbo began to return, when Zhou Yu stood beside Wang Yu.

Originally thought that Wan Hong was the bureau.

Seeing Zhou Yuchao Wang Yu's sweet smile, he took Wang Yu's arm by the trend. Zhao Wenbo found that he was also a big loser.

He poured himself to himself, and then found Wanhong to touch the cup.

Two failed people, frustrated people, and lost people, should we cry at this time?

Wan Hong gritted his teeth and waved his hand, "Don't drink it, go back to the organ, I think of some things in the afternoon."
To be continued...