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Empty talk with no other basis to support it is naturally unconvincing.

The photographer was still smiling. Although he was smiling, the flesh on his face did not move, which was a bit fake.

Jiang Ke didn't make much comment and seemed to stay out of the matter.

The photographer Xu couldn't stand it and pointed at him and Meng Er: "These two guys look quite calm."

This caused a bit of hatred, and everyone pointed the finger at them. Someone said: "Who knows if it was a scam."

Meng Er directly attacked: "Young master, I have money and leisure. I don't have to catch a flight to go back to work. I can play as much as I want. You guys are so lenient. Do you all live by the sea?"

Meng Er opened the mic enthusiastically, causing a wave of anger. Several people's expressions suddenly changed.

Even the young nephew who had been shutting himself up looked up at him, then lowered his head to pick his nails.

The girl rolled her eyes at him: "It seems like a lot of money to have a lot of money. None of you here are short of such a small amount of money, right? It's just a mouthful. I promised you could go up the mountain before, but now you say you can't. Who doesn't?" angry?"

What he said was reasonable. Meng Er didn't protest again. He was playing with his phone lazily, as if he couldn't hear what the girl said.

He took a step back. They were both adults, so he still saved some face. He no longer targeted the two of them and started talking about the matter.

Finally, we decided to stay for one more day, and if the weather forecast still did not change, we would go on our way as planned.

Duoji also knows that we can only talk about it here. It depends on whether the weather is good or not. If it snows, it is logical. If it doesn't, it will be difficult to say.

No one can say what happens next.

Duoji was a little worried, so he opened a room and arranged for everyone to sleep.

There are two people in a room, and there are three people in Jiang Ke. One of them must be in the same room as the photographer.

In the evening, another group checked in. During dinner, we took a break to get lively. Duoji moved the speakers out, and the landlady also cooperated by dimming the lights and plugging in ambient lights.

It had a bit of a disco atmosphere, but because we were afraid of altitude sickness, everyone was very restrained and didn’t run or jump too much.

The atmosphere was quite good. Jiang Ke went to the front desk to get three bottles of milk beer, scanned the money, and took it away with his fingers stuck.

Returning to the sofa where they were sitting, only three of them were breaking pecans and eating them.

The third one has a small round face, relatively delicate appearance, and looks like a hamster eating pecans.

Jiang Ke put the milk beer on the table. With three hands free, he asked Jiang Ke to help him pull the tab.

The air pressure was low, and as soon as I was able to shake the liquid, the milk beer overflowed when I opened the tab.

Sanzhang hurriedly picked it up with his mouth and took a big sip. His hands were covered with sticky milk beer.

The temperature was low and the milk beer was a bit cold. Sanzhang let out a long sigh and said something cool.

Jiang Ke took a wet tissue to wipe his hands. He didn't take these things carefully. Ren Vince stuffed them into his bag last time.

Sanzhang handed him one hand, and held something in his mouth with the other hand. Jiang Ke worked hard and helped him wipe one piece and wiped the other, just like taking care of his son.

The three of them were thick-skinned and had no intention of being polite at all.

Meng Er came back after a while. He must have gone out to smoke a cigarette. The smell of cigarette smoke seemed to be lingering on him. It was quite light and you had to be close to smell it.

Jiang Ke: "You have a lot of addiction, are you under a lot of pressure?"

Meng Er still didn't sit still, and sneered: "What pressure can I have? I didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination."

Jiang Ke: "I want to sew your mouth shut, that's too much."

Meng Er was in a good mood for being a bitch.

Jiang Ke said: "I finally understand why the boss wanted to beat me up at that time. Bad mouth is a disease that needs to be cured."

Sanzhang answered: "Isn't our dormitory all transformed into children's clothing?"

Jiang Ke pushed his head straight with a cold face and cursed: "Eat your food, little potato."