My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Lin Ya finally did not have the thing of the young woman's call owner, but also satisfied her wishes, very embarrassed to lighten her face.

The young woman's stall owner is probably a person who has seen the big wind and waves. After satisfying the wish, it is very calm, after coming to Lin Yao, pushing to the parking space back to his own position.

"Hey, this sister is very calm, I thought she would be excited to faint."

"Isn't it the charm of Mr. Lin? Is it a men and women? It seems that there is an exception."

The staff of the program group were amused by this scene and couldn't help but dramatically.

The young woman who calmly returned to the booth took out the mirror, and looked at the cheeks who were died by Lin Yao. After silent, I took a deep breath.

"Ah !!! Lin Yao, I am, Lin Yao, I am, hahahaha !!!!!"

Then I sent a sharp scream.

Everyone: "..."

Lin Yao and Fang Music were also scared, and the two couldn't help but look at it. Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao.

Wife, don't always give me a woman?

Lin Yao spit his tongue, she didn't know why she always recruited a woman.

But this is good, you don't want to be be your bee as other female artists. My husband can rest assured her. She can also be a virtuous wife.

"Lin Yao sister ..."

At this time, the little girls who sell hairpins and sweaters, they also looked at Lin Yao in Baba.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Lin Yaoyeded to apologize, put his hands forward.

"No, it doesn't matter."

The little girl was in a stunned, and I saw Lin Yazhen to hold myself, and her face was full of happiness, trembling the arms of Lin Yao.

The little girl is very delicate, and it is really like a child in front of Lin Yao, who is hugged in his arms, and the little girl can't help it.

Wow, soft, good, good body!

Hug in a moment, the little girl got away from Lin Yao's arms, and turned his head and looked at Xiaole.

"Guide, I am also your fan, that, can you hug me too?"

"?" Lin Yao looked at Fang Lao.

"Do you know me?" Fang Xiaole looked at the complex eyes of girlfriend, and asked the little girl.

"I know, I am your fan, you see ..."

The little girl took out the phone, very skilled, and then handed the mobile phone to the front of the two.

"Fang Xiaole Cosmoon Hope."

This little girl is actually a fan of Fang Xiaomei.

"Thanks for your support."

Fang Xiaoli is busy expressing gratitude to the little girl. I didn't expect myself to meet fans on the street. He looked at Lin Yao.

Lin Yao turned his head and didn't look at him. I took out the money and put it on the la carte on the small girl. "This is the money of hairpins and sweaters."

The little girl is busy: "No need to use it, it is really no need!"

"It should, if you buy something, you don't give money."

Lin Yao has a smile, and it is very insisted that the money is given to each other, then the other small music:

"I will go shopping in front, don't bother you."

Take it to go and leave.

Fang Xiaole: "..."

This silly girl, will not be jealous?

This is still in the record.

"Guide, then ... we still hold?"

The little girl looked at the Fang Xiaole, asked Xiao.

"Do you want, hold a hand?"

Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's back, and the little girl was well.

"it is good."

Little female nodded promised.

The two hit it, and the little girl suddenly laughed, and he whispered in front of Fang Xiaole, then loosened, smiled and returned to his own battery.

It also waves the man: "Guide, goodbye."

"Hey, goodbye."

Fang Xiao Le expression is a bit weird, hurry up Lin Yao.

Lin Yao said that he went shopping first. In fact, he walked a few steps. From time to time, he sneaked back and looked at Dangle and a little girl.

Seeing Fang Music to catch up, she turned her head, pretending to stand in front of a stadium.

"What happened, are you hungry?"

Fang Xiaole saw her, I couldn't help but we asked strangely.

"what?"

Lin Yao found that this kind of lady who stared at him, actually bought stinky tofu.

Her cheeks are popular, and I am busy: "No, not, I will take a look."

Fang Xiaole is strangely: "Is it true that you like to eat stinky tofu?"

"No, just look." Lin Yaji is red, and it is busy forward.

The roads next to the road and the staff are still in the first time, Lin Yao is so shy, all look at it.

"Yao sister, hey, it's too shame." Fang Fang once again smashed his face again, can't bear it again.

The two continued to go shopping, and Lin Yao had a few times and wanted to ask, Zhang Zhangzhu closed again, and a distant look.

If Fang Xiaole is walking forward, there is no matter what to go to the photographer, whispered: "Do you want to ask, what did the little girl told me?"

"Hey, I don't want it." Lin Yao looked at the mouth.

Fang Xiaole smiled and whispered: "When you have no one, you will tell you quietly."

It is said that I just want to quietly take Lin Yao's little hand, and Chen Pengfei behind him has been chasing the camera, and ran to the front of the two, and the front of the two people.

Fang Xiaole looked at him, "Xiao Chen, hard work,"

"Don't worry, square guides, not working hard."

Get the "appreciation" of the leadership, Chen Pengfei is full of blushing, more selling, and decides that the next will never let go of any detail.

"..." Fang Xiaole looked at him, helplessly dispelled the thought of his wife.

At this time, Lin Yao suddenly "Yeame", full of curiosity, ran to a car in front of it.

This car is very special, one side is a furnace being fired, the furnace is a pan, the pot is firing, soft and soft into a brown sugar.

The other side is a square white plate, and the board is a circular turntable like a lottery.

The simple wooden pointer is around the cat, dog, chick, phoenix, dragon and other patterns.

Sitting in the back of the stadium, a white-haired grandfather is gently gently melted with a small soup and a brown sugar in a pan.

"Hello, grandfather, what is this?"

Lin Yao asked curiously.

"Little girl, this is a sugar painting."

The grandfather said with a smile.

"Sugar painting is the traditional craft of our Chinese people, or one of the world's intangible cultural heritage, have you gone to see?"

Fang Xiaole asked.

"I didn't have time to play when I was young."

Lin Yao is embarrassed.

Fang Xiaole remembered that Lin Yao was not very happy, and quickly lowered: "Sorry."

Lin Yao shakes his head, indicating that it doesn't matter, she asked curious: "What should I play with sugar?"

"Little girl, five dollars dial the turntable, turn to what I use sugar water, then give it to you, this can be eaten."

"Painting with sugar, but, grandfather, you don't have a pen, how do you paint?"

Lin Ya was so curious.

"Old people, let's turn one."

Fang Xiaole saw Lin Yao so interested, paying five dollars to the grandfather.

Then to Lin Yao said: "You will turn it."

"Okay, okay." Lin Yao stretched out the slender fingers, gently pinching the wooden pointer, the little girl deeply took a breath, and it seems to be more tense than her in Jinqu.

In the sun, on the lively pedestrian street, the soft and cute girl took ten in the chest, the posture was very unregarded, "I want to go to the dragon, I want to go to the dragon."

Then use the hand to do a wooden pointer, a pair of peach peach, and the eye is not going to look at the speed rotating pointer.

In the intense expectation, the girl's hand is hazardous, holding Fang Yumei's palm.