"The moon still stops in the wilderness... Your figure is getting longer and longer..." Yang Song looked out the window at the panoramic prairie, and was in a good mood to express his inner feelings through the song.

"There's no fucking moon, can you stop singing..." Liu Rui looked at Yang Song with contempt and said.

"You know a hammer, layman..."

"We'd better sing and paddle the boat..." Liu Rui winked at Yang Song.

"No, it's not suitable to sing that song at this time. I want to write a poem..." Yang Song was poetic, just like a poet.

"Roll the calf, you can write poetry..." Liu Rui scolded impatiently.

"Cough, ah, prairie..."

"My mother..."

Yang Song cleared his throat and said he would come.

"Your mother is a prairie. What is your father?" Liu Rui asked, looking at Yang Song.

"Hahaha!!!"

We all laughed, the atmosphere was very good, and my sleepiness was much less.

About an hour later, we finally entered city B. To tell you the truth, city B is totally different from what I thought. It is not as desolate as I imagined. On the contrary, it is still relatively prosperous.

We followed Passat around the city for a while, and then stopped in front of a small hotel.

"Here we are!" Lao sun shouted at us after getting off the bus.

"This Zhe is too fucking buckled. What broken * hotel are you looking for..." Liu Rui looked up at the hotel in front of him and said with some dissatisfaction.

"The more rich the more fucking stingy..." Yang Song also commented on one side.

"Come on, don't talk about B here..." I kicked them and hurried to the hotel.

After entering the hotel, we found the room that Lao sun had opened in advance and put down our luggage.

Then he followed Lao sun to the first floor of the hotel and prepared to eat. After all, we were hungry after a busy day.

"You'll settle down here for the time being. Zhang Zhe will contact you later... I have something else to do..." on the dinner table, Lao sun casually took a few bites, picked up his clothes and prepared to leave.

"OK, bye... Brother sun!" we stood up and greeted old sun.

"Don't send it, you eat..." Lao sun waved his hand, motioned us to sit down, and then turned and left the hotel.

After Lao Sun left, we began to eat and drink. Anyway, it's not that we spend money. What's more expensive. Liu Yong is so rich that he can't eat poor.

After eating a meal for more than two hours, several of us walked back to our room with a satisfied burp.

When I got to the house, I took a hot bath, then lay in bed and fell asleep.