The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

In order to let the people of Qinhai put their minds at ease, the government organized its own team and set up sales points for fireworks and firecrackers during the New Year of Peace.

Today is the first day the auxiliary police sell firecrackers.

So Su Yuzi came here...

Grab business!

"You can take a look when you pass by. Our gun uses special craftsmanship. When it blows up, you can see your wife!" Su Yuzi greeted the business with a loudspeaker and gave the eagle dogs of the arbitration institute a strong blow .

"Sister Yuzi, would it not be too good for us to be like this?" Zhao Mengmeng looked at the group of black-faced police nearby worriedly.

Even if the auxiliary police is not a formal organization.

But I always feel...

It's a little dangerous to do so.

Su Youzi put down the speaker, took out the identity of the group leader, and looked at the little girl earnestly.

"I admit that I have a gambling element, but all your pocket money is used to buy firecrackers, and mine is also. If these fireworks are sold, we can go to Neon together during winter vacation, right?"

The short boy hurried over, holding a bundle of firecrackers in his hand to please:

"I think so too. When the money is sold, we..."

"No, you don't want to."

Su Yuzi folded her hands together with a smile.

"...Yes. I don't want to." The short boy sadly went with the tall boy to move the fireworks in the van.

...

"Tang Luo, do you want this sister grapefruit again."

After watching the video, Jiang Li scooped all the wontons in his bowl into Tang Luo's bowl, and then turned his soup upside down to form a bowl of soup and an ugly polymer.

Watching the little girl drinking the soup, she looked at him with a slightly suspicious and wary look.

Tang Luo felt like a knife.

In your eyes.

Am I such a shameless person?

"Jiang Li, let's speak with conscience, I have raised you for so many years, is there a little bit of a dirty place?" Tang Luo said, clutching his chest.

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Li hummed the point of his chopsticks.

"No, the only people I like spontaneously are you, elder sister and Nan Xin. Others brought it up on their own initiative, not counting." Tang Luo said while holding the table.

This is a major issue of personality.

No.

Resolutely not.

"Do you know what the frog calls?" Jiang Li thought for a while, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question, kicking Tang Luo from under the table.

"Qaqaqa?" Tang Luo said tentatively.

Jiang Li's thoughts were messed up, and he didn't know what the little girl was thinking.

"Where is the old hen laying eggs."

"Gluck."

Tang Luo was more confident.

"What is the name of that pervert with dirty thoughts?"

Without waiting for Tang Luo's answer, the little girl gave the answer faster by herself, holding the chopsticks blankly and reading word by word: "Tang Wan, you are great. I will call Jiang Li over and let her take a look. The Chinese teacher is now ashamed..."

On November 2, at 5:50 in the morning, Tang Luo died socially.

Completely defeated.

Can't get up again.

...

It was determined that Deathwing was only a second disease organization, and the plan to incorporate and destroy them was temporarily eased.

Early this year.

But there are still two months before the holiday.

University is far more free than high school. Whenever you have a class, you can go to it. If you don't want to go to it, Qin Yuan can make a leave of absence.Compared to classrooms, Tang Luo went to more places but the small kitchens of the baking club.

Qin Ruo and Zhou Nanxin both signed up here when they signed up for the club last time.

Qiao Weier also came to join in the fun.

So the original unpopular baking suddenly became a popular club that the whole school was very popular. Countless boys broke their heads and said, "I just came to learn how to make snacks. What beautiful girls, big stars have no interest at all." .

Life is like a besieged city.

People outside can't get in, people inside can't get out.

Only the boys in the baking department know what their lives are.

"Tang Luo, I baked the little rabbit cookies, don’t you look like them, I also used jam as eyes, try it." Zhou Nan jumped over, holding the cookies to him like a treasure. In front of Tang Luo.

Tang Luo opened his mouth and ate, a little aftertaste.

"It's a bit salty... Salt improves the flavor, there is no need to put so much."

"Oh, I'm making one."

The girl regretfully dumped out a tray of biscuits, and a few boys not far away were bleeding.

And after her, Qin Ruo also came over with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She watched Tang Luo and the dough quietly beside her, and then smiled and took a cookie and handed it to him until he finished the dough. .

"Just made it, would you like to taste it."

"of course."