Number One Ugly Husband

章节字数：1153更新时间：18-03-2800：23

The slaves were worried that the people and the beds would be blown away by the wind, so they tied all the beds together, and tied their hands to the bed frame. All the beds were crowded together and knocked back and forth by the strong wind. Clang clang clang noise.

Everyone finally survived until dawn, and the wind level strengthened again, so that everyone's eyes could not be opened, and people were floating when walking. The deacons still drove the slaves to the big trucks to work on the construction site.

The big truck first took Jiang Yu and the others to the factory, and then Baoye to the construction site.

After Jiang Yu and his group got out of the car, the heavy truck swayed from side to side. When they arrived at Bao Ye's work place, a strong gust of wind suddenly overturned the truck.

The moment the large truck fell to the ground, Bao Ye nimbly jumped out of the vehicle, and while Deacon Zhu and the others were not paying attention, he teleported to the health department of the building.

Lao Liu and Nian Gao are cleaning.

Since the windows were not closed during the wind blowing yesterday, the whole building was covered with dust. Cleaning it up now is enough for them to be busy for several days.

Bao Ye cleaned Dong Ling Ce's office first, and then went to help Lao Liu and the others.

At eight o'clock, Wang Qiao still hadn't appeared.

The sixth child said worriedly, "Sister Wang might not be able to come due to the strong wind."

Nian Gao sneered: "It's okay if you can't come, it would be terrible if something happened on the way."

The sixth child sighed.

Bao Ye, who was scrubbing the gate, asked, "We finished cleaning the first floor, shall we go to clean the second floor?"

Nian Gao looked at Bao Ye, just in time to see a luxury car parked outside the door, and then their master Dong Ling Ce stepped down from the back seat, under the strong wind, his long black hair was still hanging neatly behind him, Even the dust around him couldn't get close to him.

"The master is here."

Nian Gao hurriedly put the mop and bucket aside, so as not to stain the master's eyes.

Bao Ye was stunned, the wind was so strong, why did this mentally ill come to work.

He quickly opened the door for Dong Ling Ce, and when someone walked in, he quickly closed the door to block the blowing dust.

When Dong Lingce saw Bao Ye, his originally bad mood inexplicably improved: "The weather is really nice today."

Bao Ye's intuition told him that this mentally ill man was thinking of flirting again.

He glanced at the dusty sky outside and said, "Master, it's time for you to get glasses."

The corner of Dong Ling Ce's mouth curled up: "I said today's wind is particularly good, just right for kite flying."

The corners of Baoye's eyes twitched: "Are you sure you're flying a kite, not a person?"

Dong Ling Ce's smile deepened: "Go and find me a thick and long rope to my office."

"You want to make a kite?" Bao Ye wondered, "Then do you need paper, sticks, and glue?"

"No need." Dong Ling Ce walked into the elevator and went up to the tenth floor.

Ten minutes later, Bao Ye finally knew why Dong Ling Ce didn't use paper and sticks to make kites.

Because Dong Ling Ce's mental illness directly treated him like a kite, tied the rope he found to his wrist, and then threw him out of the window like a ball.

Before Baoye could turn around, he flew into the sky: "Fuck, dongdongdongdongdududu..."

The flesh of his face and mouth was blown like the sea by the strong wind, and the waves swayed, and the whole face was about to be deformed by the blowing. He couldn't even speak completely, and he ate a mouth full of yellow sand.

Bao Ye hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands, spitting out the sand in his mouth.

Sitting in front of the window, Dong Ling Ce put the rope in his long hand while drinking the tea in his cup with a smile on his face. Then, he saw Bao Ye's slave trousers being swept away by the strong wind.

Baoye wants to get it back, but it’s too late. The trousers that the slaves wear are elastic trousers, and they are very old. The elastic band on the top of the trousers has long since loosened, and the hems of the trousers are wide cropped trousers. Therefore, when the wind blows, It just slipped out from under the legs.

Seeing Bao Ye's little brother, Dong Ling Ce made a puff, suppressed his laughter for a long time, and could no longer hold back the burst of laughter.