Chapter 1833 I wish you a happy new year
"Qin Luo"
The owner of this gold medal!
Glancing at the gold medal, Qin Luo's mouth curled up slightly.
To be honest, it's really pretty...
"Jingle Bell……"
Just when Qin Luo was intoxicated by the beauty of the gold medal, a short ringtone broke Qin Luo's thoughts.
Picking up the phone and looking at it, Qin Luo was really a little surprised.The caller ID turned out to be Bob Dylan's number.
Bob Dylan, why is he calling all of a sudden?
Could it be that he is going to stage a second entry into the palace, and congratulate himself again?
Emmmm, to be honest, Mr. Bob, you are really too polite.
Conveniently, Qin Luo pressed the answer button.
Before Bob Dylan could speak, Qin Luo had already said: "I won't say much about congratulations, Mr. Bob. I wish you a happy new year in advance!"
"Same joy, same..."
Wait, there's something wrong with the way I opened it.
Bob Dylan thought about it seriously, and he realized that he seemed to have heard something wrong.
"Qin Luo, what were you talking about just now?"
"Happy New Year." Qin Luo said innocently.
Bob Dylan: ? ? ?
Happy New Year?
What the hell is this?
Also, there is still some time before the Spring Festival, why is it a happy new year?
"Not happy, not happy!" Bob Dylan said hastily. "I'm not happy at all."
Qin Luo:? ? ?
What about Nimasa?Why is it that Qin Luo can't understand?
Qin Luo thought about it seriously, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with his words.
Happy New Year, which has been tried and tested, how come it is not right when it comes to Bob Dylan?
Could it be that Bob Dylan fell asleep?
Thinking about it, Qin Luo really thought it was possible.
After all, sleeping too long can really make people confused!
Thinking of this, Qin Luo couldn't help asking: "Mr. Bob, are you sleepy?"
Confused?
I'm dumbstruck with a hammer!
Wait, I'm not even saying that this thing is good or not!
Bob Dylan was going crazy.
Qin Luo is usually such a smart person, how could he be stupid at this critical moment?
That's not what he was talking about at all.
The smirk on his face gradually disappeared, and Bob Dylan's face was full of solemnity. He said in an extremely serious tone: "Qin Luo, something happened, something serious happened."
Big deal?
amount……
Looking at the bright gold medal on the table, for some reason, Qin Luo even had the urge to laugh.
Damn, with all the gold medals in her trouser pocket, what else could happen.
"Professor Bob, the gold medals are already in your trouser pockets, what else can happen?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.
"What if someone asks you to hand over the gold medal you put in your trouser pocket? Is that a big deal?" Bob Dylan raised his mouth slightly, and said with a bright smile.
Grab a gold medal?
Qin Luo could hardly believe his ears.
Is this fucking something a human can do?
Did the other party lose his mind?
Wait, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Qin Luo's mind.
A name suddenly popped up in his mind.
Richard!
Yes, that's right, Richard!
If there is anyone in this world who hates him to the bone, then this person is undoubtedly Richard!
He snatched his medal by himself, so he has every reason to let himself hand it over again!