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Chapter 228: A wisp of smirks out of the wall

Slidarvan Group is worthy of being the leader in business. As soon as the goddess Lu Yisi was at the forefront, they imagined the infinite possibilities in the future.

After the business empire took a fancy to the goddess, she signed a ten-year high-priced endorsement contract without saying a word.

In just a few days, the goddess poster came out.

The huge goddess on the poster was wearing a light pink silk lotus leaf single-sided suspender skirt, covering only half of it, revealing the entire dense and healthy waist and symmetrical vest line.

The obliquely-edged black skirt only covers the cover part, which makes people imagine that they can't walk and can't move their legs...

My mind is full of goddess legs...

Carl felt his nose itchy, and subconsciously scraped it with his tiger's mouth, and it dripped a long nosebleed...

Asi...

Grandma's cookies...

Getting angry...

Damn advertiser!

Carl didn't dare to look at other hot spots on the poster, but just stared at the goddess's face, and instantly woke up a lot.

The goddess's extremely symmetrical face and apricot eyes with slightly wider eyes attracted most of her attention.

Her nose was straight and straight, and she smiled. There was nothing in the world, and she had no guard against the world or malice. It was the world that Carl yearned for.

Everyone is full of kindness, trusts others, and is simple-minded, so you don’t have to be wary of human intrigues, because you firmly believe that everyone will not hurt her.

Ideal world.

The car entered the door and passed Lu Yisi's huge advertising cloth.

Carl's mouth still had a longing smile, and slowly used a handkerchief to dip the blood on the edge of his nose.

He took out the phone and dialed Lu Yisi's phone again.

There is still no one answered it. I guess the goddess's sneaky phone is still in her mother's hands.

The low-profit Carl would like Lu Yisi's incident, from the start of fear, panic, to surprise and surprise.

Carl even had the courage to ask the goddess and wanted an answer that he would say in person.

I can't help but think of their future--

The first time I asked her; the first time I held hands; the first time I hugged her; ...

The first child's name, which elementary school to go to...

The poor male protagonist Carl is already boundless, fantasizing that when he held hands with the goddess to choose a nursing home, he had a local burn hand, put on his shoulder, and the owner of the hand said:

"You... step on the oxygen tube..."

Carl suddenly realized, quickly moved his feet away, lying on the half-dead Quark on the mobile stretcher, and his face improved a little.

The accompanying medical staff thought that the quark was back, so they acted nervously, checked their pupils again, and urged the driver to drive, "Hurry up! It's coming soon."

Quark probably recovered some of his yang energy. After interrupting Carl's fantasy, he closed his eyes weakly, groaned twice, rubbed his back irritably, and almost fell off the bed, and was pressed by the emergency medical staff.

He is afraid to use the super power of space now. He is extremely irritable, weak all over, drowsy, and wants to fall asleep, but the burn wound on his body is unbearable...

When the car arrived at the destination, Quark was pushed into the emergency room. Carl went to the front desk of the emergency room, showed his ID and documents, completed the procedures, sat outside the emergency room, next to the glass door, waiting.

Waiting for the phone to ring, he thought it was Hopsen, but he knew the caller ID was an unknown number.

This familiar sixth sense!

Is it a goddess?

This number is born, and it is obvious that it belongs to the goddess!

Carl's heart was empty, hesitated for a moment, but hesitated.

It turns out that he is a goddess who secretly hides the phone when fighting guerrilla wars every day!

"Inspector! It's me~"

The goddess spoke very quietly, with only breath sounds, and she covered her hands tightly, and the echo accent came from the receiver.

"Uh... Lu Yisi, where are you? Is there anything...is it?"

Carl regretted it after saying that, can’t he call if he is fine?

A typical love businessman who did not perform well at that time and needed a rebirth button.

"The Inspector asked my mother to collect my phone. I secretly bought another phone card. The Inspector, please add me to Feixin. The Fexin account will not be changed."

"Ah... OK! What is your ID?" Carl was calm on the surface, but was ecstatic inside.

"I just registered a small account, ID is: likekarl, please add it quickly!"

"Okay, I'll add it right away, you can pass it."

Carl turned on hands-free, afraid of missing the goddess's words, so he opened Fein, added, and entered the ID.

Likekarl

Send a request.

The opponent passes in seconds.

The goddess sent a crying expression, and Carl subconsciously touched his head and killed him.

I feel a little regretful after replying - isn't it shameless to touch my head and kill me at the beginning? What should I do if I have a little similar style to Avis? Will the goddess hate it?

"I'm dead, instigator, bye!"

"Ah...ah OK, you're busy, that..."

"That what?"

The goddess asked dumbly, she was secretly making a phone call in the bathroom, and her assistant Adela guarded the door and refused to lock it. Lu Yisi lost her freedom to pull it.

"Nothing...I'll send you a message."

"Okay, I may not be online often. I will reply to you when I go online. Bye!" The goddess hung up the phone in a hurry.

Carl looked at the call record of the unfamiliar number, added a new contact, and noted "Luyisi No. 2".

Happiness falls from the sky and hits the poor male protagonist.

His ears and eyes were steaming, and he was completely uneasy.

I wish I could take my phone to find the goddess to fulfill her likes, but I vaguely felt that this was very bad!

Let's continue to fantasize!

Where did you fantasize about just now?

Oh yes! After getting old with the goddess, I am choosing a nursing home...

When Carl fantasized about taking a wheelchair to choose a cemetery, the nurse came to interrupt Carl. He restrained the spring feeling at the corner of his mouth, but could not hide his joy.

The nurse couldn't understand it in an instant, the patients were all in the emergency room, and the family members were so happy to laugh?

I can't hold back my heart.

A wisp of crazy laughter came out of the wall.

Chi Xiao Carl followed the nurse to the nurse's station and signed a bunch of names. Fortunately, Curly Quark had regained his popularity by relying on his free life from the Hall of Hell, and there was no sign of dying.

The epidermal burn part needs treatment, and it needs to be connected to a machine for a period of time to observe.

Carl told the nurse to transfer quarks to the deserted ward, separate at least three wards from other patients, stay away from the morgue, and be better off by the corner.

The nurse smiled, and the only feeling in her heart was: This group of special police! I really don’t know how to save money from spending the government!

Carl saw the other party’s doubts and explained:

"He can't be with normal humans. We will have colleagues coming to guard the door later. Please arrange it."

"Okay, let's try."

“…”

Carl seemed to foresee the scene of Slidarvan Group asking for compensation from the state bureau.

This is not the worst. Carl must send someone to monitor the quarks, otherwise Hopsen's old face, everyone's face, except for Avis, who has thick skin, cotton, eggs and intestines, will be lost...
Chapter completed!
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