Chapter 101 Guess whether you guess or not

"You say it again!" The daughter raised the hand that lifted the weekend away. Her arms were as white as white lotus root, her five fingers were slender and small, and her palms were spread out.

These hands can overturn this 100-pound young man on the weekend, and also throw it from the co-pilot to the back seat of the car. What is this?

Everyone has their own Taoism. The weekend costume is a kind of Taoism, Qi Baobao's toughness is a kind of Taoism, and his daughter's red Taoism is a goblin temperament with light clouds and waves.

This goblin, who usually doesn't like to talk, is angry, or happy, because she almost lost her Taoism several times on weekends, which makes her daughter Hong feel very uncomfortable and has a feeling of meeting an enemy.

She stepped on the brake fiercely, and her daughter Hong didn't even look at the back seat of the car and still kept playing with her head on the independent weekend: "Get out and pee!"

Because of inertia, he suddenly braked and fell down suddenly on the weekend. He finally felt that lying on the ground was far more precious than his head on the ground. He got out of the car and ran to the public toilet. However, as soon as he ran more than a dozen steps, he turned back. Sweaty, he probed into the door and seriously asked his daughter Hong, "Are you not going?"

The female goblin's Taoism completely dispersed, and she grabbed the high-heeled sandals in the car and hit the honest face on the weekend.

When I was anxious on the weekend, I turned my head and ran. As I ran, I turned around and said, "I'll come back after peeing. Don't throw me here. It costs six yuan to take a taxi back from here!"

Daughter Hong was really ready to hit the accelerator, but after listening to the weekend, she didn't know what was going on. After all, she couldn't step on the accelerator and looked at the flying back coldly.

He originally planned to squat down and then go out of the public toilet on the weekend, but when he heard the increasingly noisy horn outside, he was curious, so he left the palace in advance. As soon as he left the door of the public toilet, he saw a long row of cars behind his daughter's red white sports car. He was anxious and ran to his daughter's red white while tidying up his waist belt. Car.

"Why didn't you leave?" The weekend hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to get into the cockpit again. He walked into the back seat of the car while talking.

"Why don't you let me wait for you?" Daughter Hong almost lost Daoxing again. When she said this, she gave a fierce look at the weekend through the rearview mirror. What kind of person is this? Please let me wait for him and say sarcastic things when he comes back.

"..." On the weekend, I felt the coldness in my daughter's red tone and subconsciously shrank my head and explained, "I mean, why don't you park your car on the roadside and put it in the middle of the road like this? How can other cars get there?"

"I'm sick of you talking!" Daughter Hong gritted her teeth and said, "You'd better shut up, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will drive the car to hit the traffic light later."

"..." On the weekend, she hurriedly covered her mouth for fear that her daughter would do what she said and really hit the car at the traffic light not far ahead.

However, when his daughter Hong parked his car at the door of the baby travel agency, he still couldn't help it and asked his daughter Hong very seriously. Of course, this sentence has always been a pimple in his heart: "I heard that you are the concubine of the boss of Bailonghui. Is it true?"

Unexpectedly, her daughter's red did not have an attack. Not only that, she also smiled in front of the weekend for the first time, with a subtle but seductive smile. She threw two far-reaching words to the weekend, and then stepped on the accelerator and left.

"Guess!"

"..." On the weekend, he stood at the door of the baby's travel agency and watched the white sports car leave galloping. For a long time, he said to himself, "Guess whether you guess..."

For no reason, the weekend is very frustrated, because every girl answers the word "guess" mostly means yes.

That is to say, the daughter Hong is really the mysterious white dragon boss's mistress!

"A good cabbage was arched by a pig!" After sighing for the first time on the weekend, he turned around and walked into the baby travel agency, "Hey! But..."

However, if there is a chance, it must be good to have a bite. This is the second half of the sentence that was not said over the weekend.

The reason why I didn't say it was that half was hard to say, and the other half was scared by the sudden appearance of Qi Baobao.

"Is it the goblin named Daughter Red in the car?" The female bandit Qi Bao stood in front of her on the weekend, crossed her waist, and her whole body was murderous, so she almost didn't carry a kitchen knife.

"What kind of daughter's red goblin? I don't know!" On the weekend, I looked around and felt that I would pretend to be stupid to the end.

"Hmm!" Qi Baobao wanted to be rude, but his heart softened at the moment. He snorted coldly and decided not to send dinner to the weekend tonight in revenge for his unscretched feelings on the weekend.

"Baby, go and cook. I'm going to have a meal full of meat tonight." I gave family orders like an old man on the weekend.

"I don't!" Qi Baobao stared at him and rejected it.

"Are you going or not?" Looking back at Baby Qi on weekends, there is a lot of the idea that if Baby Qi is disobedient, he will hit the fart drum.

"I won't!" When Qi Baobao saw himself staring at the weekend, he was not willing to weaken at all, and even tiptoed, with a tendency to ride to the top of his head on the weekend.

"Oh, my hand hurts..." The weekend suddenly withered and ran upstairs with a bitter face.

"Ah?" Qi Baobao exclaimed. The female bandit turned into Zhou's mother, with a loving and distressed face. She turned around to chase the weekend, "Really?"

"It hurts... It hurts..." The footsteps and pain of going upstairs on the weekend came from the corner of the stairs.

"Uh..." Qi Baobao, who had just raised his feet up two steps, turned around and went into the kitchen. "I'll sit for you for dinner. It's all meat..."

After running back to the bedroom on the weekend, he impatiently took out his daughter's red medicine. His thumb was as big and milky white, much like a reduced version of toothpaste.

"Can this medicine cure my hand injury?" When I recalled what my daughter Hong said on the weekend, I couldn't help but be a little suspicious. But when he saw his appearanceless hands, he was cruel and put down the idea of being a living horse doctor and squeezed the plaster on the back of his hand.

"Ah..." The plaster just stuck to the weekend's hand, and there was no time to wipe it on the weekend. A burst of unconcealed pain swept the whole body from the back of his hand. He, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolled under the bed because he couldn't stand the pain.

This pain, the most appropriate description, is at least ten times more painful than when practicing iron and sand palms on weekends!

Moreover, the pain is getting stronger and stronger, and there seems to be no intention to stop.

At first, he rolled on the ground on the weekend and kept slapping the ground with the hand that wiped the plaster. The floor was smashed and broken by him. Later, on the weekend, he could only wave the iron sand and try to dispel the pain caused by the plaster with the pain of iron sand.

......

After almost half an hour, the pain weakened. After an hour, the pain completely disappeared.

"This snake and scorpion goblin..." The weekend he came to his senses and sweated. The iron sand was beaten everywhere by him. He was about to scold his daughter Hong for giving him fake medicine to hurt him. He suddenly felt that the hand that had been plastered seemed to be flexible, cold and itchy, as if new things were growing on the tired white bone knuckles. Meat.

......

On the eighth day, I continued to practice the iron sand palm on the weekend, which is a more cruel cultivation method than a few days ago. The iron sand is heated at a high temperature of 60 degrees. The hands that originally began to recover because of the effect of plaster, because this is a completely self-harm cultivation method, and it becomes bloody again.

Of course, that plaster also has an effect, similar to anesthetic, which greatly reduces the ability to perceive pain on weekends. Otherwise, even if it is iron on weekends, I dare not practice so desperately.

The ninth day, the day before the battle with Hualou, raised the temperature of iron sand to 100 degrees on the weekend, consumed all the plaster, and hit the iron sand for a moment...

In the middle of the night, when the iron sand in the center of my hand was crushed into powder on the weekend, there was a knock outside the door.

The knock on the door is very thin and inaudible.

Dong! Dong Dong! Dong!

The iron gate on the third floor is closed, and there is only one person with access, Qi Baobao.

He received all the iron sand under the bed. On the weekend, he walked to the door and paused. His hand to open the door shrank back: "Who is it!"

"Baby!" Qi Bao's voice is very small, like a cat who wants to steal fish.

"I'm asleep!" The voice is also very low on weekends.

"I want to give you something." Qi Baobao said again.

After hesitating, I still opened the door on the weekend and opened a door crack that could protrude out.

Bao Qi is wearing a nightdress, and her bright ponytail has been loosened and put on her shoulders. In addition, she has slept for a while, and her face has faded off the bright and touching days and takes off the coat of female bandits. Now Qi Baobao is the beautiful woman who lives next door.

This is a special night, whether it is for Qi Baobao or the weekend.

It's time to fight life and death at dawn. Isn't it special?

"Why didn't you sleep?" On the weekend, he deliberately avoided the warm eyes cast by Qi Baobao and deliberately put the two-faced hands on his back.

Bao Qi looked like she wanted to speak and stopped. She glanced at the hand behind her back on the weekend. She paused and said, "I can't sleep when I hear that there is still movement in your room..."

"I'm sorry!" On the weekend, he blurted out and blamed himself. Yes, he felt that he was desperately strangled with iron sand in the room, disturbing Qi Baobao sleeping in the next room.

"Do we need this word between us?" Baby Qi smells a little like Li Qingzhao. When he speaks, he has a sense of sadness, "I want to go into your room and sit back..."

"I..." As if afraid that Baby Qi would break in, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the edge of the door on the weekend. The white-boned ferocious hand suddenly appeared in front of Baby Qi. On the weekend, his throat squirmed, because his eyes locked Qi Baby's cheeks, which were so delicate that it was difficult to make people feel good. The weekend was impulsive, "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on!"

"I can't wait for you to hold it!" Baby Qi did not avoid the eyes that fell on her chest on the weekend. While saying this, she bowed slightly, like a kitten, gently got into the weekend's bedroom along the weekend's armpit.

Because I was still practicing hard in the bedroom on the weekend, sweating everywhere, so the smell in the room was very strong. Qi Baobao boldly came in and smelled the smell of the weekend in the room. Suddenly, he panicked and turned his back to the weekend that was still standing at the door holding the door. Qi Baobao suddenly closed his eyes. , she said in a trill tone, "Weekend, this may be the last night between us. After thinking about it, I think..."

"I will give you my body as a gift!"

"If you die, I will pass on to your Zhou family..."