Live At The Murder Scene

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An hour later, Fang Qi still practiced Zhenxiang's theory and walked his noble steps into the ward of the sky.

He opened and closed the door extremely loudly, unreasonably venting his anger on the innocent door. After entering the door, I glanced up with my eyes, perfectly performing what is called "eyes above the top".

"Sky, you are really too much, do you mean you are deliberately ruining my kindness!" He questioned, threw his coat over and smashed it on the side chair.

The firmament tasted it carefully, always feeling that these words were a little familiar.

How do people now put young men in front of her and ruin her? How would she know?

The firmament calmed his friend and said, "I invite you to dinner. Eighteen dishes and one soup."

The firmament said he would wait for Fang Qi, and asked the chef to make it later before sending it over. At this time, the things on the table are still hot. The lid was lifted and I just took two bites.

Fang Qi swept across her desk, saying that it was really luxurious.

A portion of white porridge, plus 18 small side dishes, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup with a light soup base. The so-called luxury is probably that a portion of mustard can be divided into ten plates according to the skill and taste.

Fang Qi lifted his mouth, wishing to express his contempt with all his facial features: "That's it??"

When He Jueyun saw him deflated, his joy was all over his eyebrows, and he almost jumped up and clapped his hands in applause.

The two people don't know when they started to invest in different revolutions, and their combat effectiveness was exchanged for IQ.

Fang Qi closed his face suddenly, lifted his right hand, Yin Yang smiled strangely, "Fortunately, I brought luxurious eel rice on the way here."

He Jueyun was amazed, his eyes widened, watching Fang Qi return to his usual expression, and finally knowing where he had been wrong.

How could he beg the firmament to invite him to dinner? This is fundamentally an incorrect idea. Just like Fang Qi, taking a visit and bringing himself dinner is the in-depth understanding of the firmament.

That's it!

He Jueyun nodded thoughtfully.

FK U.

Qiu Cang looked at He Jueyun's fickle expression, and felt deeply that his wind critics had been persecuted.

WTF? Fang Qi will bring her own dinner. I'm afraid I was frustrated. When I saw something delicious on the road, I bought it. What does it have to do with her?

Fang Qi tidied the table, mixed all the mustard greens in several small plates, pushed it to the sky, and solemnly put down the lunch box he had packed.

So Fang Qi ate his monotonous luxurious eel rice, He Jueyun ate his mediocre lobster seafood noodles, and eighteen side dishes in the sky, and finished the dinner.

Compared with the simplicity of his companions, the sky couldn't help but want to shed tears of happiness.

It was getting dark quickly, but within ten minutes, the gloomy sky outside had completely fallen into darkness.

The firmament drank the remaining half bowl of porridge, and gradually got used to the faint taste. She hung her chopsticks on the bowl and said, "The death of Tian Zhaohua, I still feel something is wrong."

Fang Qi listened to her voice, pondered it, and commented: "There are five hundred ducks."

Firmament: "..."