My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Biqigu's current tone is different from usual, it is much softer, and the words are very particular, which will make people feel like sitting in a spring breeze without feeling that he is courting.

"Madam, you think so, the advertisements are actually made by merchants for promotion, and 90% of them are exaggerated...Ah, I am not saying that new brands are necessarily bad, but why do you want to be the first to eat? What about the crab, right?"

This is talking to Mrs. Tsurumi. This seems to have the same tone and attitude as a good boy. It is estimated that Mrs. Higiya, who is often scolded and preached by her own son, will run away.

"Yes, my mother never believes in advertisements, so she buys something to try when she sees the right thing..."

The phone on the table was on the outside voice, and hearing the child's constant nagging, the wife of Tsurumi's family laughed, not appearing reserved and elegant. Naturally, there is no need to chat with a younger generation who I like very much. Laugh like that.

The quaintly decorated crystal lamp emits a soft light, and the lady who is often despised by Liumei pulled her hair casually, jokingly: "What if she buys your dad a razor? Would you try it too?"

Just about to laugh, Biqigu suddenly realized that this conversation...it seemed to be a problem.

"Alas--"

The gangster forcibly resisted the turmoil desire in his heart, and didn't say anything, "Women can have more than one mouth, women have beards", if he said that, he probably won't see Liumeijiang...

No, no, of course!

The most important thing is that it involves the elders. It is better to hold these words in my heart...

(I think the reason for staying in the US is the most important)

He immediately changed the subject. When it came to the little princess, his wife didn't know what she was thinking of, and she smiled: "Ah, when she was a child in the United States, she was so naughty. She often did some stupid things. Once I remembered her tenth birthday. Time..."

Tsurumi Liumi, I don’t know when he was hiding behind the sofa, listening to the conversation between two people with her ears bent, and she couldn’t hear her. This bad mother was actually talking about her embarrassment when she was a child. Who really is? She just wanted to jump out. Stopped, but his eyes twitched and retracted.

I want to hear what you guys are saying.

"She, I was watching a foreign movie recently, vampires or something. I don't like it anyway."

"Oh, doesn't she hate horror movies the most?"

"It's not a horror movie, I heard it's a romance movie."

Biqigu thought for a while, and it was roughly clear: "Twilight?"

The wife recalled, not too sure: "It seems to be so, I just took a few glances, anyway, the male protagonist's face is always pale, there is no blood at all."

Dead fish's eyes sneered. Because there is no ordinary blood circulation, the blood flows through the body by diffusion. His face is pale and the skin is cold. Therefore, a certain function of the male vampire is unable to perform due to poor venous blood supply, so...

No wonder the heroine vacillates between him and the werewolf.

(Nodding, I seem to have discovered the truth)

The little girl hiding behind the sofa curled her lips in dissatisfaction. Why, can't you look at handsome guys?

"Ah, Liumei slept?"

The little mouth pouted even harder, and now I think of me.

"I shouldn't sleep, I'll take the phone to her later."

Mrs. Tsurumi laughed and teased him: "What's the matter, I missed her after half a month?"

"Well, I really want to, after all, I am studying in the United States, I like it the most.

"No matter how much you like it, you are not allowed to take it home and raise it-pop!"

The wife said half a joke, and she was shocked to find that the baby girl was running fast with the telephone tube at some point, and ran upstairs...

…………

"What else do you want to say?"

The judge who seemed to be sentenced, Miss Tsurumi was lying on the big princess bed, rolling around mischievously, but what she said was scary, as if staring at the prisoner about to be sentenced indifferently: "Say, how are you going to die?"

Biqigu is inexplicable: "What the hell?"

"Okay, don't you know what's wrong?"

The little girl suddenly became angry: "You and my mother have been talking for half an hour!"

"Ah... and then?"

"It took half an hour to think of me..."

"..."

Tsurumi Liumei was heartbroken: "I will never play with you again!"

Blinky dumbly didn't know what to say, so he just fell on the bed, listening to the breathing sound from the phone in his ears.

After I don’t know how long, he stayed in the United States and cautiously tentatively said: "Hello? Hachiman?"

"You said, I'm listening."

Biqigu's voice is as gentle as a ghost, and more disgusting than he is talking to a woman who is pinching an orchid, at least Liumei was disgusted, and got goosebumps: "Listen to you! I'll come to your side in two days... …"

"Come on, just one pillow is missing."

"I'm going to Sister Xue Nai's house and don't want to sleep with you..."

The little girl spoke for a while, and she seemed to be in a sunny mood again, and she became better: "Disney Disney, I'm going to play there. You didn't take me once, and I don't like you anymore."

"It doesn't matter, I just like you."

Tsurumi Rumi laughed, and rolled on the bed with the quilt: "Then I still don't like you!"

After finishing the conversation with his favorite Rumi-chan, Hachiman was in the mood to wrestle with someone.

I swiped my finger on the screen of the phone. The tablecloth of the screen was always a photo of Tsurumi Liumi. Sometimes it was the moment when she was happy, and sometimes it was the strange appearance of her tantrum.

I don't know if Bajiang did anything strange to these photos.

"Moshi, Moshi?"

The calm words contained inexplicable anxiety, making the lazy leaning against the bedside Qi Gu Weiyu smile first: "Is it President Yusheng? Hello."

"Ah, hello..."

Hearing his greeting, the president of the Haibin High School Student Union on the opposite side was slightly relieved, and was about to organize the language, but was immediately irritated by the deadly sentence.

"So, when are you going to delay it?"

"what? What?"

"Christmas Eve activities."