Zheng Tong was still hesitating, but Yuan Jun had already made up his mind to go to the dark side with Li Kuiyong.

If you don’t taste this sweetness, you can’t stop once you taste it…

Just aside, he advised Zheng Tong:

"Okay, don't be serious. You see, even the national model Li Kuiyong has embarked on the path of robbing the rich and helping the poor. What are our brothers hesitating about? How can we follow closely?"

Zheng Tong was also happy and waved his hand:

"Go and go, who is just a serious person?"

Each of the three of them put a stack of money in their arms, and suddenly felt that they had to leave sideways, so—

I walked into the food store opposite me with my arms!

After looking around, Zheng Tong saw Yuan Jun leaning into the cold drink counter and said worriedly:

"Yuan Jun, I think you are sick. Why do you think of eating ice cream in the middle of winter? Do you want to get diarrhea or what about it?"

Yuan Jun said carelessly:

"I'm happy to step on the horse. Uncle, I have money. What's wrong? If you want to eat ice cream today, you have to eat enough. Today's business is done today. Maybe I'll change the show tomorrow. I'll eat iron broad beans, and I'll also make it a sack..."

He glanced a few times, turned around and went out.

Zheng Tong looked at Li Kuiyong and said disapprovingly:

"I think this grandson is just burned by money. He just sold some things and had some money in his hand, so he couldn't find Bei anymore."

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Let him have to spend the money and have no money to eat. I'll give it to him again. This half a year is enough for him. Don't make the child crazy!"

After a while, Yuan Jun came back with a bucket made of tin.

The shop salesman stared at them for a while, and when he saw that they didn't buy things and didn't leave, he walked over with a gloomy face and asked:

"What do you buy?"

Yuan Jun looked rich and arrogant tone:

“We buy ice cream.”

The salesperson opened the freezer and asked:

"How many boxes do you want?"

Yuan Jun said arrogantly:

"How many do you have in total?"

The salesperson became more and more convinced that these little hooligans were here to find happiness, and their attitude was not very good. He glanced at Yuan Jun and said stiffly:

"How many I have is not your business, I just ask how many boxes do you want?"

Yuan Jun said arrogantly:

"Of course it's my business. I'm afraid you don't have so many goods here."

The salesperson opened his eyes wide and looked at Yuan Jun:

"Then tell me, how much do you plan to want?"

Zheng Tong put the bucket on the counter:

"We need as much as this bucket can hold."

The salesperson was stunned for a while, then turned around and moved the ice cream in the freezer into a carton to the counter, without asking whether they were rich or not.

It’s best to have no money, just send it to the police station. Anyway, it’s annoying enough to see it!

Li Kuiyong laughed in silence. This is really a childish temper!

Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong patiently scraped the ice cream into the bucket with wooden spoons. After a while, the store salesmen gathered around in surprise and watched the fun.

The two of them worked as if no one was around, putting them in their mouths while fucking, and they were so cold that they kept calling Li Kuiyong.

Li Kuiyong felt a headache when he saw it and didn't dare to eat it.

But in order to speed up the progress, we also joined the ranks of scraping ice cream. There were already a pile of empty ice cream boxes next to them. The ice cream in the bucket had just covered the bottom of the bucket...

This kind of good thing is naturally better than everyone to enjoy it alone.

Yuan Jun took the bucket to Zhong Yuemin's house. Li Kuiyong and Zheng Tong went to pick up Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun respectively. When they came back, the living room was very quiet.

It turned out that the two brothers had already brought a big bowl to eat. When they saw them coming in, Yuan Jun picked up the spoon and dug a big bowl and stuffed it into each other.

Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun were quite elegant, twisting the small wooden spoon and sucking it bit by bit. The other three could only describe it as voracious swallowing. They didn't say anything, grabbed the spoon and scooped the ice cream spoon into their mouths...

Looking at their eating behavior, Li Kuiyong fell down his teeth, took a few bites and then put down the bowl to watch.

No one spoke for about half an hour. During this period, Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun had already put down the unfinished ice cream bowls one after another, covered their cheeks, and watched the three brothers laugh so much.

Zhong Yuemin rubbed his stomach while eating, and Zheng Tong kept burping. As he ate, he suddenly became trembling all over. He grabbed Zhong Yuemin's military coat and put it on.

At this time, Yuan Jun suddenly put down his bowl and rushed into the toilet with his stomach covering his head.

Zhong Yuemin and others laughed gloatingly.

Zheng Tong smiled and said:

"This kid is really willing to sacrifice his life and wealth. He eats diarrhea and is still reluctant to put down the bowl, for fear of losing."

Zhong Yuemin shouted to the toilet:

"Yuan Jun, stop eating, your body is important, just be more open."

Zheng Tong said bitterly:

"Yuan Jun, just listen to your advice. If you really can't hold on, don't hold on. Your belly is your own. We all beg you."

Yuan Jun shouted in the toilet:

"No, as long as I have a breath, I will have to revolutionize to the end. Think about the Red Army's 25,000 climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands. What is my difficulty? Yuemin, how many are there in the barrel?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at the bucket:

"There's still half a bucket."

Yuan Jun shouted:

"Don't be busy, I'll take a break and continue practicing later."

Zhong Yuemin shook his head:

"This grandson is really desperate?"

Zheng Tong seized the opportunity to eliminate him:

"The typical small farmer consciousness is the same as his father."

Yuan Jun shouted in the toilet:

"Zheng Tong, let me talk about my dad, I'm worried about you."

Zhong Yuemin said with compassion:

"Don't call him, it's painful enough. Yuan Jun's appearance looks sad."

Everyone laughed.

Yuan Jun tied up his belt and rubbed his stomach into the living room:

"It's so satisfying. I've eaten all my life's ice cream today. From now on, I won't eat this food again. If someone invites me to eat ice cream in the future, I will tell him, I'm sorry, my buddy is injured!"

Zheng Tong looked at Yuan Jun worriedly:

"Are you okay?"

Yuan Jun said with his neck in his mouth:

"It's okay, I just sweat a little."

Zhong Yuemin seemed to ask sympathetically:

"Look, do you have a fever?"

Yuan Jun's speech was a little unsightly:

"I'm really cured of a fever. I'm sweating. Why do I feel my stomach is frozen in pieces now?"

Zhong Yuemin served another bowl:

"It feels right. If you feel like a brazier in your stomach at this moment, won't it be troublesome? Come on, come on, let's have another bowl."

Yuan Jun began to get angry and beg for mercy:

"No, no, let me breathe a sigh of relief, I can't stand it."

Everyone talked and enthusiastically advised:

"Don't be polite, let's have another bowl, we still have it."

"You don't have to think about us, it doesn't matter if you eat less."

"Yuan Jun, you must persist for a while, just treat it as climbing a snow mountain."

"Brothers, this kid is not going to eat anymore? What should I do?"

"How can I get it if I don't eat it? I'm...

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong rushed up with bowls. One of them pressed Yuan Jun on the sofa, and the other one pinched his nose and poured it in a daze...

Yuan Jun’s begging for mercy came from the living room:
Chapter completed!