Chapter 61 This Is Immortal Dance

At night, close the door.

Lin Fan drove the Mercedes-Benz that he got for free for a while around the city, and then went back home.

This car matches Lin Fan very well, but the place where he lives is a little out of date, it seems that he needs to find a comfortable nest.

The Mercedes-Benz was parked outside the courtyard, attracting crowds from the neighbors. Old Wang, who lives next door, was very envious. He didn't know what kind of luck this kid had to be able to drive such a car.

After washing up, I lay on the bed, took out my mobile phone and opened WeChat. Among them, the girl Huo Han sent me a hundred messages. This girl is too perverted, but she is very energetic.

"Little boss, please answer quickly, believe it or not, I will kill you."

"I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death, if I don't eat finger pancakes, I'm really going to starve to death."

"Please, just tell me where you are."

....

The information on WeChat is basically these, and Lin Fan replied lazily, he is a cold and cold male god, so it is so easy to reply to the other party's information.

However, thinking of the finger cakes, Lin Fan himself had some aftertaste, and the taste is indeed nothing to say.

Another wechat message was sent by Chen Xinyi.

Click on it to see some stills, wearing costumes from the period of the Republic of China, which is very eye-catching.

SpongeBob SquarePants kawaii: "Master, my best friend and I are already on the set, these are still photos, look good."

Lin Fan silently watched the stills, and simply replied with a message.

"very nice."

Chen Xinyi, who was far away from the production crew, was excited when she saw the master replying to the message, and immediately replied, "Master, if you like it, I can send you more in the future."

But this message fell into the sea, and the master did not reply to the message again.

Lin Fan's WeChat is set to silent mode, and at this moment he is following Weibo.

So many things have happened recently, I don't know how many fans have gained.

When he clicked on it, Lin Fan was immediately happy, and gained 60,000 followers, which is a big improvement.

The hot search has been banned by other news. On the Internet where the sun and the moon are changing, you may be very popular today, but the next day, you will become a passerby.

This situation is not uncommon.

"So many private messages?" Lin Fan was dumbfounded, and his private mailbox x 999.

Click to open it, and there are all kinds of problems.

There are fortune-tellers for themselves.

Ask yourself if you have a girlfriend.

Some say that they are magic sticks and promote feudal superstition.

There are various types.

Lin Fan couldn't answer these questions. He was a celebrity no matter what, but in order to attract more customers, Lin Fan sent a meager message.

"Weibo does not accept fortune-telling. If you need it, please go to: Master Lin, No. 8861, Yunli Street, Shanghai."

As soon as Lin Fan's Weibo was posted, many people commented on it. One of the comments was liked thousands of times in an instant.

When Lin Fan saw the title of this comment, he was convinced.

Cutting fish with a cold sword: "Resisting superstition is everyone's responsibility, and the magic stick is on Weibo." The number of likes was 6785.

What the hell is going on with this slashing fish, what kind of blaming thing did I do, this guy actually blackmails me every day, could it be that he is addicted?

Lin Fan searched the Internet and found this guy's webpage.

Autumn knife network water army.

service items:

Internet promotion service.

Network water army service.

Integrated network marketing services.

Service QQ: 137118325.

Next to it was a photo, weighing three hundred catties, smiling like a mentally handicapped child, Lin Fan looked at it carefully, and silently added this QQ.

Lin Fan wanted to have a good talk with this guy,

It's dark today, if you're not tired, I'm tired too.

Lin Fan: "Cut the fish with a slashing knife?"

It didn't take long to reply to the message.

Killing the fish with a sword: "What's the matter? If you want to promote, please deduct 1, if you want navy, please deduct 2, if you want marketing, please deduct 3, if you want to chat, one word per word, if you have no money, please turn left."

In a room at this time.

Qiu Dao Zhan Yu dressed up well, and will go out later.

Just now a girl took the initiative to contact me and asked me to go out to meet her, chat and have a meal, and the other party also took the initiative to send a photo, which looks really good, making his heart skip a beat.

Although doing this, I feel sorry for Mengmeng, but Mengmeng doesn't know what to be afraid of.

Just then, a message popped up on QQ.

"I am Master Lin."

When he saw this message, he fell silent for a moment, and then laughed loudly. His fat body trembled violently, and his ten fingers, which were like sausage, crackled.

Autumn Sword Killing Fish: "Haha, what's the matter? Are you afraid? Are you scared? The Chief Autumn Knife tells you that there is no way. If I don't suppress your Weibo, I will withdraw from the navy from now on."

Lin Fan originally wanted to have a good chat with the other party, but the other party was so presumptuous, Lin Fan didn't mind, but he sent a message instead.

"This master will give you a free fortune telling. You will be unlucky today."

Qiu Dao: "Fuck off! You're the fucking unlucky one."

Lahei didn't explain, this fart stick wanted to scare himself, and he didn't look at how many years I have been in the society.

Then Qiudao Zhanyu tidied up, looking at himself in the mirror, Qiudao smiled confidently.

So fucking handsome.

They were all fascinated by themselves.

Lin Fan was speechless at this moment, this Qiudao Zhanyu must have been chopped up by him in his previous life, and he came to seek revenge for him in this life.

"Don't let me see you in real life, or I will definitely beat you into a fat man of four hundred catties." Lin Fan was angry.

My Weibo should have been calm and filled with countless praises, but it was a pity that it was tainted by this guy and filled with countless black comments.

After sweeping through Weibo, Lin Fan went straight to sleep.

in a hotel.

Qiu Dao Zhan Yu met his sister as he wished, the two had a meal, and chatted very happily, especially when the girl saw her, not only did she not dislike her being fat, she also said that a fat man feels comfortable to the touch.

This made Qiudao Zhanyu very happy, and finally met a woman who admired him.

Although the relationship between the two may only be a one-night relationship.

But as a virgin, he will never forget the girl in front of him who turned him into a man.

He wants to remember it forever.

In the bathroom.

Qiu Dao Zhan Yu took a quick bath, this girl was really interesting, she said she wanted to change into sexy lingerie and let herself take a bath first.

Although the cold water was rushing over his body, Qiu Dao Zhan Yu felt that his heart was hot.

Humming a little song, I finished washing quickly.

He didn't even wear his underwear, he just came out in a bathrobe.

"Hey, isn't it sexy lingerie?" Qiu Dao asked suspiciously when he saw the girl in front of him.

"I forgot to bring my underwear." The girl said delicately.

"It's fine if you forgot to bring it. I'm a little nervous now. It's my first time. You have to guide me." Qiu Dao Zhan Yu read countless movies, and at this moment he also showed shyness.

On the bed, Qiu Dao swallowed, and undressed the girl with his own hands. Just as he was taking off his coat, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

A large group of old men rushed in.

Qiu Dao Zhan Yu was dumbfounded when he saw the scene in front of him, "What are you doing?"

One of the rough burly men knocked Qiu Dao Zhan Yu down on the bed with one punch.

"You dog, how dare you fuck my wife, are you fucking tired of working?"

"Husband, he raped me..." the girl cried out in tears.

"I..." Qiu Dao Zhan Yu looked dumbfounded, this is a frightening fairy dance, but looking at these sturdy men, Qiu Dao Zhan Yu was timid inside.

Three hundred catties of fat, like mud, lay helplessly on the bed.