Jia Haijie was holding a cigarette and looked at Li Feng in confusion as he drew pictures on his 1911 on the table.
"What the hell are you putting your painting on? You actually used this thing." Jia Haijie picked up the 1911 on the table and looked at Li Feng with a strange expression.
"Prepare to make an armpit holster." Li Feng raised his head and replied impatiently.
"I know about holsters, but armpit holsters are nothing."
Li Feng took back the 1911 handle and stuffed it under his arm, clamped it, and then pointed it toward Jia Haijie performed a show, Li's armpit drawing skill.
“Just make a holster like this and hang it under your armpit. This way, you don’t have to separate the gun and the magazine when you put it in your pocket. And it’s convenient and out of the way, and it’s faster to pull it out. It’s much more convenient to wear it on the right side of the waist.”
Li Feng used what happened last night as an excuse.
"You who have been in the military are still good at playing. I'll take a look at it. If it's useful, make one for me. Hang it under your arm. I'll see if it tastes good after a long time."
p>Jia Haijie opened his military coat, stretched his neck and smelled his armpits, then frowned and pulled his head back.
Think about it carefully, "It's really inconvenient to drive with it hanging on your waist, and it's a bit awkward to sit down."
"Come on, don't give your waist a It’s hard to find an excuse, tsk tsk, it turns out you are the legendary silver pewter gun head, you look tall and strong, but you have a weak waist.”
Li Feng curled his lips, as if he could see through it in his eyes. What? He stared at Jia Haijie's waist with questioning eyes.
Which man can stand such a question? Jia Haijie jumped up on the spot angrily.
"Go away, you were still playing in the mud in the army while I was riding, and there are Mao girls from Big Brother in Fengtian City, let me tell you"
Li Feng was worried Being 404, quickly put away the drawings. He caught Jia Haijie, who was already in a state of racing, and urged him to hurry up and get to the sports car.
He was in a hurry to come back at noon to try the big baby at the shooting range.
Li Feng dragged Jia Haijie to the dispatch room, preparing to get today's dispatch order and delivery documents.
Before I came in, I heard the chirping in the dispatch room outside the door, like an old hen nesting in a nest. Several aunts who were chatting about dirty jokes involuntarily stepped on the brakes when they saw them coming in.
Staring at the two of them with a scrutinizing expression, mainly at Li Feng. Li Feng thought it was because of his handsome appearance that he attracted the attention of the aunts, but little did he know that his face had just been run over by the aunts' wheels.
There is only one young man in the dispatching room, that is Huang Yaqin, with two big pigtails swinging back and forth, and a pretty face that Li Feng feels is a bit cute, lacking round eye frames.
The most eye-catching thing is the two long braids that reach the waist. He is only about one and a half meters tall, which should be considered a relatively common height in this era due to malnutrition.
After the two came in, she looked for the receipt in front of the table and gave it to Jia Haijie in a serious manner.
But her red face betrayed her. Just now, Li Feng judged that Aunt Zimen was racing, and she should have participated in it.
"You, you guys, are you going to run closer today or run far away."
A voice as clear and sweet as an oriole's, slightly tender. His eyes flickered at Li Feng.
Li Feng was stunned. This cute girl couldn't bear it.
He hurriedly discussed with Jia Haijie. "If you run closer, you have to rush back if you have something to do at noon."
"Then run closer." Jia Haijie heard what Li Feng said and replied to Huang Yaqin.
"The closest one is the Liulihe Cement Plant, which is 80 miles away." Maybe they felt that they wouldn't be able to come back at noon, Huang Yaqin's pleasant voice became much deeper, and she said aggrievedly.
Li Feng was afraid that Jia Haijie would drive if he disagreed. He grabbed the bill and said comfortingly, "It's okay, old Jia, let's go quickly. Drive as fast as you can."
The look in Jia Haijie's eyes just now showed a dangerous light, and he had quick eyes and quick hands. Li Feng pushed Jia Haijie out of the dispatch room.
"Why are you pushing me? I haven't asked about the morning incident yet." Jia Haijie looked like he was determined to get the deal and even Jesus couldn't stop me.
"Ask Hammer, can she be a human being if so many people are spread by your big mouth? If something really happens, Master Jia will make you walk around without food."
< p>Li Feng vowed to press down on this big melon. The girl's first impression was not bad.The legs were quite straight and the buttocks were quite well-proportioned as Jia Haijie said. When Li Feng stands at 1.8 meters tall, he has the cutest height difference.
When Jia Haijie heard Li Feng carrying him out of Jiashanhe, he instantly withered. As a prodigal son, he was unmarried in his twenties and had an older man in the transportation department. He was already disliked by Jiashanhe and his wife at home every day.
If he gets into trouble again, he won't have to wait for Dabi Kabuto, and he will be punished. The status of this unmarried family is even lower than that of his brothers and sisters who are in school.
"What's going on with you? It's impossible to find someone suitable at such a young age." In order to extinguish the flame in Jia Haijie's heart, Li Feng had no choice but to continue stabbing him in the vitals.
Jia Haijie, who got into the cab, lit a stick on the front door and said with his eyes bright, "My story is this. That year, I was seventeen years old and she was seventeen years old."
Li Feng listened to the familiar words with his head full of black lines, and put his hand on the back of Jia Haijie's hand.
"Stop, I don't want to hear your story,"
Jia Haijie looked like he was swearing, and said to Li Feng, "Hey, hey, hey, I usually don't follow people. Tell the truth, it’s all on my lips, you can’t let me swallow it.”
Li Feng patted Jia Haijie on the back.
"Swallow it, because even what you say is false."
"You are a liar." Li Feng pointed at Jia Haijie with his index finger.
Li Feng began to suspect that Jia Haijie wasAren't they also time-travelers? This conversation was clearly between Master, the big liar, and Zhang Mazi in Goose City forty years ago. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft