Ying Shao is a Girl

Yi Mo glanced at the spicy sticks that fell on the ground, with a heartbroken look on his face.

He tried his best to control his hand that wanted to pick it up.

Sark was still there, and he couldn't afford to be embarrassed.

You can't be looked down upon by this piece of shit like Sack!

"You can pick it up if you want, no one will stop you." Sak said suddenly.

"Who... who wants to pick it up! Isn't it just a spicy stick? I can have as much as I want, how can I pick up the dirty things that fell on the ground!" Yi Mo looked arrogant, as if the person who was jealous just now was not him. .

Sack said "Oh" with an extremely perfunctory attitude.

Don't ask him how he figured it out, Yi Mo just couldn't express his intentions on his face.

"Mr. Ying is here, help yourself quickly."

The topic is back on track.

Hearing this, Yimo recalled his current situation, in dire straits.

The task assigned to him by the boss has not yet been completed.

The weather was too hot, so Yi Mo wanted to wait for slightly cooler weather before going out to do things. As a result, he waited for a month.

The boss is back from China, and he hasn't completed his mission yet!

What a sin!

"Good brother, I have something I want to discuss with you." Yi Mo smiled insincerely, and the object of his smile was Sac, whom he had always disliked.

Sak raised his eyebrows slightly. Immo, a stupid guy, was not at ease at first glance.

It's better to refuse.

"I don't want to discuss it with you." Sack refused simply, without any hesitation.

"Don't be like this. We are brothers in need with a revolutionary friendship. You can help me hide it for a little bit. How about I treat you to a pack of spicy strips?" Yi Mo rubbed his hands and boldly discussed the terms with Sack. coming.

Sack looked at him with great disgust.

"A pack of spicy strips?" You want to bribe me with just a pack of spicy strips? What do you think I am?

"Too few? Then two packs of spicy strips, no more!" Yi Mo bargained confidently.

He was heartbroken at the thought that he might lose two packs of spicy strips.

In this place, you have to wait for the imported spicy strips to be eaten.

It’s difficult.

"..." Sak was really speechless.

"Come on, I won't sell my soul."

"Mr. Ying will be here in a few hours, please take care of yourself."

Sark glanced at Yimo meaningfully.

Then left.

I'm afraid that if I stay with this mentally retarded Yimo for a long time, I might get infected.

Immo:? ? ?

What does this bitch Sark mean when he looks at a dying person?

Wait, what did that bitch Sack just say?

The boss will be here in a few hours!

a couple of hours……

Hours……

Hour……

hour……

There was no time, he had to act immediately, otherwise he would be in trouble. He didn't want to stay in Africa forever.

The sun was scorching, the venomous sun was scorching the earth, the heat wave hit, and the scenery in sight was deformed.

Yi Mo felt that the cool patch on his forehead was just a decoration, and sunscreen spray and sunscreen were in vain in the face of such exposure.

Anyway, it’s already dark enough, it can’t get any darker.

Yimo, who has been here for several months, now only has his teeth that are still white.

What made him most angry was that Sack, that bitch, hadn't tanned at all, and was still so white that it reflected light.

God must be jealous of his beauty, so he turned into such a ghostly appearance.

Yimo now only has a few hours left to complete the month's workload that Ying Junchu gave him.

He looked at the white form in his hand. It was so new that it didn't look like it had been left for a month, and his heart felt cold.

Don’t say anything else, just put on sunscreen and do it!

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Since the last time Yimi showed off his skills at the local police station, no local police have come to Yimi to take employees away for questioning, and no one has come to cause trouble.