Respectfully

Li Jinyan: Lou Changfeng, he is 50 years old, can he look a little like 50?

Once it appeared on the street, it attracted countless eyes.

Shuai Cheng called it a crime!

Over fifty years old, still tall and straight, handsome and extraordinary, Marshal Lou, who was on the cover of "Time" on the third day, raised his long eyebrows, pondered for a moment, stepped forward with his long legs, bent down and picked up Li Sanshao, the target, the bedroom.

Old man, old man, don't need much language.

After one night, Li Sanshao was bedridden for three days, and Lou Shaoshuai slept in the study for three days for the first time.

Lou Rui: Fatty, did you see that?I won, give me money!

Lou Ershao said that when the eldest brother sleeps in the study and how many days he can sleep, he has experience!

Qian Hongyun frowned, unwilling to hand out a triangular army thorn.This is newly developed by the Weapons Bureau, and it is said to be the idea of ​​Uncle Yan.He managed to get a handful, and if he didn't cover the heat, he would be snatched away!

Also, he has a name, he is 30 years old, can he not be called Chubby?

Lou Er Shao shrugged his shoulders. He was "oppressed" by his elder brother for several years, and he was finally able to relieve him. After a few happy times, he turned around and was thrown to some "wild" place for training.

Therefore, nephew, wish yourself the best of luck.

Young Marshal Long, Young Marshal Ma, Young Marshal Yan and Young Marshal Song sat around the round table, playing bridge at leisure.

Every time when playing cards, if Marshal Ma is not around, Marshal Long is always the winner.With Marshal Ma present, Marshal Long basically had nothing to do with the word "win".

After losing five games in a row, Young Marshal Yan and Young Marshal Song were a little embarrassed. Young Marshal Ma had a long leg, his military boots were shiny, and the spurs on them scraped across the table legs, making a harsh sound.

"What's wrong? Lost again?"

Young Marshal Long: ...

Yan Shaoshuai & Song Shaoshuai: ...

Two minutes later, Young Marshal Yan and Marshal Song bid farewell together, put on their military cap and cloak, and didn't stay for another second, as if they were on fire.

Marshal Long slowly loosened his collar and cuffs, and pressed Marshal Ma's shoulder: "Kong Zhang, let's talk."

As for the location, the bedroom of the Marshal's Mansion.

Time, undecided.