It was almost four o'clock when Yun Menglong left Ling aopeng's study. Sister Moon took off her gorgeous clothes and went naked into a big quilt as soft as marshmallow. Wu Gang, a guy with excessive male hormone secretion, had no place to vent, so she had to continue cutting down laurel trees.

This moment of silence should be the time for the dream to achieve another store, but two people lost sleep.

One is Su Qi.

Yunmenglong let him go and he left. He didn't dare to ask for makeup removal like Chu Jingfeng, so he had to leave depressed. Looking at his virtue in the mirror after 20 years and hanging his heart, this is called premature aging. Now he tossed and turned in bed like a pancake, sighing and groaning. His dead father was not so melancholy.

The other is Chu Jingfeng. Chu Jingfeng frowned and squinted at the ceiling, but he couldn't sleep. As a result, when this expression was reflected on the face made up by yunmenglong, it became a light frown, blurred eyes, and a sad expression, just like a deep girl complaining about a woman.

He muttered to himself, "if the boss doesn't take off his makeup, how can I see people tomorrow? Don't people laugh when they see him? No, I pretend to be dead, shit, of course not. I pretend to be stupid, and I can't pretend to be stupid. I pretend to be sick, well, it's good to pretend to be sick."

Yunmenglong stood outside the door laughing. Unexpectedly, Chu Jingfeng was so cute.

When Chu suddenly started to listen to the wind, he suddenly heard Yun Menglong's words: "32 Baijiu, 22 rice vinegar, a small amount of salt, and two times wash the face three times."

Chu Jingfeng was overjoyed and shouted thank you, boss. He rolled and crawled to match the materials. Yunmenglong shook his head helplessly. Alas, there was no appearance of a lady. Then he went to teach Su Qi the Sutra. At this time, Chu Jingfeng is wailing: boss, how much is a penny of fine salt? Chu Jingfeng, who couldn't get a response, wanted to cry without tears, so he had to check on the Internet.

Yunmenglong is also a thousand years old, but he recognizes a middle-aged uncle in his fifties, who is no different from a little fart in his age, and he is happy to be a father. He is either rich, his father has milk, or his mother is so cheap. He is grateful to yunmenglong, Dai Ming and Ling aopeng, who are his reborn parents. After recognizing his father, yunmenglong slept with unprecedented stability and depth. He slept until the sun rose. The sun caressed him very rogue. Yunmenglong's face showed a comfortable and enjoyable expression.