Jiang Si's eyes widened when she heard this. She is indeed a descendant of China's national treasure, the panda.

Look, even after 3,000 years of changes, Zhangkou is still familiar with Chinese tunes.

Jiang Si slammed the table excitedly and said with a flushed face: "Gungun Zaizai, what you said makes so much sense. Let me tell you, Chinese shit shovelers are really all good at saying endless life mottos.

"

"I think the shit-scraper who shoveled shit for your ancestors back then was either a joker or an internet surfing expert."

"There is no grass anywhere in the world. Why should we have unrequited love for a flower and give up the entire forest for a crooked neck tree? How stupid. We should be fish pond owners, cast a wide net, be the king of the sea, and raise fish."

Bo Jingchen: “…”

Can I still want this cheap girl?

Is it still too late to return the product?

Are you clear about the relationship?

Why was the puppy's face as dark as the bottom of a pot before, but now he was sitting there calmly as if waiting for tea?

Did he know anything about this change?

Can't?

Didn't you lose your horse?

He definitely didn't lose his horse.

Otherwise, with the personality of a stubborn bitch, she should be taken away now and either spanked or divorced. It is absolutely impossible to sit back and wait and watch her dance on the road to death.

Chu Xi, a little fan with hundreds of millions of filters: "..."

As expected of his idol goddess Boss, you have such a thorough understanding of the proverbs of Blue Star's ancient Chinese culture and history.

Even the panda, a specialty of ancient China, is spoken so clearly and logically that it makes people feel that this is how the shit shoveling officer of ancient China raised pandas.

"What Ms. Ajaan said makes sense, but building a fish pond and becoming a sea king will cost money. How many assets do you have now?"

Pandas are awesome.

Jiang Si was so happy that she only had pandas. She didn't even notice who asked her, and replied casually: "I don't have money, but my husband has money. I'll ask him later."

After saying that, my nerves tensed up immediately.

The red face immediately faded away.

Who asked her just now?

Did the cheap husband ask her?

Isn't it?

What is she doing?

Why have you climbed onto the table?

"That's not right." Yuan Yigun acted as if he were seeing his relatives. He directly ignored the tall, straight and mighty man with an ordinary appearance and sharp eyes next to Jiang Jiang. He dragged Jiang Jiang to their Pandaren clan and followed Jiang Si's words.

Adding fuel to the fire: "Jiang Jiang, you said your husband didn't fall in love with you and wants to divorce you, don't be cowardly!"

"We are so good-looking and outstanding. We need a good face and a waist. What are we afraid of? If he wants to divorce you, just divorce him. We must have the backbone of the ancient Chinese people of Blue Star and we must not be lickers.

, beating him to death is not a spare tire."

"Don't be afraid to separate from him. If I raise you, I will make money. It won't be a problem to raise ten of you. We can also pet your hair and dig bamboo shoots together."

Bo Jingchen put his palms on his forehead and silently took two steps back.

Complete the ball.

Just now, I said that the bastard is acting like a fool. Look at this cheap girl jumping up and down on the road to death.

Now I can't see my face anymore, it's as black as carbon.

Chu Xi: "......"

This Orc Pandaren is so shameless.

Turn around, go around.

Say one thousand, preach ten thousand.

The seeds are free of charge, and the idols are given money privately. The original purpose of doing so much is to poach people, and their intentions are despicable!

"Pluck the fur and dig the bamboo shoots?" Jiang Si held the bag with seeds in her hand and slowly stepped back from the table, with eight thousand horses racing in her heart. She maintained the previous excitement on her face: "Gungun, I

Now I don’t really feel like stroking my hair or digging for bamboo shoots. Can you show me the inside of the Tumi auction house?”

Yuan Yigun pulled all the fruits on the table and stuffed them into the space button. He smiled like a silly son of a landlord, puffing out his chest and showing off a little: "Of course, I have Yuan Yigun at Tumi Auction House.

You can see the family’s shares and my authority wherever you want, let’s go now?”

Jiang Si jumped off the table, grabbed the arm of Yuan Yigun who came over, dragged him as if there was a wild animal behind him, and quickly moved towards the door: "Of course, let's go now, Gungun, did your ancestors give you any advice?"

Do you leave Maomao Ge?"

Yuan Yigun exclaimed: "Jiang Jiang, do you even know Maomao Ge?"

The cheap husband didn’t speak, the cheap husband didn’t keep her, and he didn’t call her.

So her vest was still firmly on and had not been taken off.

Jiang Si immediately became bolder: "Of course I know, I can also sing."

Yuan Yigun said anxiously: "I can also sing, how about we go together?"

Jiang Si nodded and said, "Okay, okay, let's go one by one and 123 start singing: Everyone has hair on their body."

"I'll sing Maomao to you."

"What exactly do we have on us..."

The one-person beast sang the Maomao song loudly together, completely ignoring the other four people in the room.

The door is getting closer.

Jiang Si's hand finally landed on the doorknob, and just when she pulled it down, unexpectedly, Agares's cold voice came from behind: "Miss Ajan, become the king of the sea, build a fish pond, such a big thing, you

Don’t you need to discuss it with your husband?”

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