The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 647 Di you lung! Di Fu!

Yifei watched Hu Qiang help Dali correct his posture, and suddenly whispered to Xiang Yu beside him: "Wait, Xiang Yu, didn't you learn bone setting?"

"Hehe~"

Xiang Yu couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "This is such a good opportunity, I must let Dali and Hu Qiang have more contact."

Yifei nodded after hearing this, "Yeah, a relationship where you can't hold hands is a bit tragic."

At this time, Meijia came over with a large packing box.

"What are you doing?"

Mei Jia first looked at Dali and Hu Qiang in confusion as they were in strange postures, then turned to look at Ziqiao standing nearby.

"Wait, Ziqiao, why does your face look worse?"

"Ah~ Don't touch my face."

As soon as Ziqiao spoke, his face hurt. Meijia touched it and he grimaced in pain.

Ziqiao comforted Meijia, "It's okay, I've already applied the medicine."

"Zi Qiao, does it hurt? How about we not do the live broadcast tomorrow and take a day off?"

"I can't broadcast live tomorrow even if I want to~"

Ziqiao shook his head: "How can I show my face like this?"

Ziqiao changed the subject and asked, "What do you do with this box?"

Meijia nodded, put the box into Yifei's arms, and said happily: "Look, this is the packaging of the new cake I designed."

"The box is pretty. There's a girl on it."

Yifei took it with some interest, and opened it happily. However, when she opened it, her face froze because there was another box underneath the box.

Yifei continued to unpack, but it was like Russian nesting dolls, one box after another, and Yifei's eyelids were twitching as she unpacked them.

After putting the dolls in the box five times in a row, I finally saw the only small cake inside.

Yifei: "..."

Meijia introduced seriously, "Look, the further you unpack the box, the thinner the girl on it becomes. This indicates that the person who eats the cake will have a figure as good as a model."

Yifei complained: "That's because he lost weight after being tired from unpacking boxes, right? What does that have to do with the cake?"

Dongbei Dali said with a smile: "In business, you can't lose money to gain publicity. What's the point of doing business? Take away Zhao from the Hundred Family Names, and the first word is money! Isn't your packaging more expensive than the small cake?"

Meijia was stunned for a moment and said, "Da Li, your accent really makes it hard to convince me. Where are Zhang Wei and Wu Yue?"

Yifei said expressionlessly: "I went to deal with the two wall knockers! But I think it's tough."

Xiang Yu joked: "If Zhang Wei were here, he would definitely buy your cake, if not for anything else, just for the fact that there are so many cartons that can be sold as waste."

Dali smiled and said, "Lawyer Zhang, you see he talks a lot, it's normal for him to be clumsy in his work. Besides, lawyers rely on talking a lot, and this is not his strong point!"

At this moment, a "click" sound was heard.

Talking to people distracted Dali, and he was about to fall down.

Hu Qiang said anxiously: "Hey, Dali!"

"Da Li, are you okay?!"

Zhao Haitang grabbed Ziqiao's legs and wanted to rush over.

"what!!!"

Ziqiao suffered an unexpected disaster, and Zhao Haitang's fierce force made Qiao's leg even worse.

"It's okay, it's okay, my knee is not hurt."

Dali was suddenly stunned and said normally: "My head doesn't seem to hurt anymore. I think I'm fine!"

"Hey, I'm back, I'm back, haha, my Dali is back!"

Hu Qiang was ecstatic at this moment, as his normal version of Dali was back.

Zhao Haitang was unhappy when he heard this, "What do you mean by your strength? That's my strength!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

Zhao Haitang and Hu Qiang started arguing, and every time Zhao Haitang spoke, he slapped Qiao's leg.

Can you please talk to me nicely instead of patting my legs? Who did I offend?
"stop fighting!!"

Dali stopped the quarrel between the two, took out a book on learning Fudong dialect, and said, "I will learn Fudong dialect tonight."

"Hey~"

Yifei looked at Xiang Yu and asked, "Did you find anyone who can speak Fudong dialect online?"

"There was one, and he translated it for me."

Xiang Yu took out his phone and showed Yifei the man's information: "Yes, but he is not online now." "Well, Zhang Wei's house is saved now."

Yifei nodded. In that case, she just needed to wait for the translator to be online.
-
On the other side, the top floor.

Wu Yue pointed at the two holes and said to Xiao Pang and Xiao Shou: "Kara Ji Cong! Cry Ji Pi Ji Cong!"

Xiao Shou: "Crying chicken skin."

Xiaopang: "Onion!!!??"

Zhang Wei, who was standing by, was surprised and said, "Oh, you really understood? The pronunciation of the Fujian dialect is different every 6 miles. Yueyue, you actually speak it so well?"

"Yes, I can speak Bokdong."

Hearing this, Zhang Wei asked with a bitter face: "You can actually speak Fudong dialect? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Did I say I wouldn't?"

"Why not?"

Wu Yue said calmly: "Because you didn't ask!"

Xiao Shou: "Div."

Fatty: "Div!!!!!?"

Zhang Wei pointed at the two people, Xiaopang and Xiaoshou, who were bowing and crying, and asked, "Yueyue, what are they talking about?"

Wu Yue simply explained: "They know they knocked on the wrong wall and are apologizing to you."

Looking at the two people who kept bowing to me,

Zhang Wei waved his hands and said generously: "It's okay, it's okay, I won't hold you responsible, both of you, see you later!"

Zhang Wei made a please gesture towards the door, but the two people misunderstood Zhang Wei's gesture of seeing someone off.

He looked at Zhang Wei and asked in confusion: "Hong Duo? (Neon language: Really?)"

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment. "Why did it become Neon language?"

Wu Yue shook his head and said uncertainly: "Maybe it's similar to Neon language."

Wu Yue just wanted to ask,
"Whatever."

Zhang Wei waved his hands and simply used the neon language instead: "Red more."

Wu Yue: "Well, don't~"

But there is no way to stop it!

Xiaopang: "Red a lot?"

Xiaoshou: "Red is more!"

Zhang Wei: "Lots of red!"

Xiaopang and Xiaoshou picked up their tools and walked out the door.

Zhang Wei said happily: "Yes, it's true. I won't hold you responsible. You can go now."

Zhang Wei happily raised his hands to see them off.

As soon as I turned around, I heard a "bang".

Zhang Wei turned around: "!!!"

Wu Yue also let out a "hiss" and took a breath of cold air.

After Xiaopang and Xiaoshou knocked down the door, they turned around and gave Zhang Wei a thumbs up.

Xiaopang: "It's stuck, Pang!"

Xiao Shou: "The machine is stuck and the skin is thin!"

Wu Yue suddenly realized that these two people might have thought that Zhang Wei's gesture meant to break down the door.

"Zhang Wei, calm down!"

"Zhang Wei!"

"Div, Div!"

"Di you lungs! Di!"

Zhang Wei may have been suppressed for too long.

Wu Yue took great pains to get Zhang Wei to vent his anger and calmly face his house which had turned into honeycomb coal.

"Zhang Wei, why don't we find a professional decoration team?"

Wu Yue was also having a headache. It was obviously impossible for Zhang Wei to want something cheap and the best at the same time!

“Isn’t this unprofessional?”

Wu Yue admitted that the two workers were very efficient, but it was impossible to describe them as professional: "I feel that if we use this renovation team, bad things will happen later."

Zhang Wei sighed, "Forget it, let's discuss this matter after Lao Wang comes back. Now you should ask them to restore the wall for me first."

(End of this chapter)