As we all know, autumn is a beautiful season, and tourism business in various places is also booming.
Han Wenqing came here for a trip, and he had never considered the possibility of being annoyed to death before. He has a friend named Huang Shaotian. People give me the nickname "Yeyu Shengnuo". But Han Wenqing didn't find it so annoying. Or to put it another way, these two people are annoying in different ways. One troubles the five senses, and the other troubles the nerves.
"Hey, Old Han. Lend me the bottle. I forgot the bottle at the hotel." Listen, does this tone sound like you are borrowing something? And does that guy with the scruffy beard still look human?
"Go buy it yourself from the stall in front." Han Wenqing felt so good that he didn't hit him and even gave him directions.
"Wucao, old Han, don't be so straight-faced. You'll scare the kids. I mean, I don't have a wallet to hand over."
Damn I really want to punch him.
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