The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

“Don't talk to me about her again. ”

The painting of Qian Er stopped.

She wanted to say, she didn't mention a word about the man, she just said a lily flower, why did you say that?

Just in the end, or didn't say.

I nodded at the end and said something.

“Okay, officer. ”

When the man turned around and walked into the house, he snapped and painted the daisy in Qian's hand that she had crushed.

The scattered petals scattered into the earth.

Qian Qian stood in place and looked at the daisy petals in the scattered area.

Don't know what to think.

At this point, there's a noise coming from outside the fence.

“Hello.”

Painting Qian heard voices raised her head.

Follow me, no emotions just now.

Help yourself and watch Su Xiang.

“How can I help you? ”

Su Smoke nodded

“Yes."

Qian Qian walked over, wondering

“What is it? ”

Su Cigarette opening

“I wanted to ask you about the painting of Lake Soft Sink three years ago. ”

Say something. Paint Qian and nod.

“Okay."

I don't see any difference.

Su Yan made a noise

“Heard that the painting was soft and sloppy, even if it was a marriage, it still didn't converge.

This, but really? ”

Listen, Shake your head.

“She was my cousin, and our contact was more before she got married.

Cousin Xi Jing was kind. Before she married, she was afraid that the number of times she met the man next to her could be counted with one hand.

How could it be someone like that? ”

Painting Qian Qian shouted at her sister.

Hearing this softly in a round paper umbrella, the hand of the umbrella knot was tightly drilled and loosened.

Probably got some comfort.

Xingxiu, it was her own mistake.

Painting is so comforting.

Su Yan asked again

“What was she like when she got married? ”

Qian hesitated for a moment and seemed reluctant to mention it.

“I don't have much contact with my sister, so I just hear about these things.

I heard that my sister was not lonely and seduced other men everywhere. ”

Finish your drawing, Qian 'er. Your voice is strong.

“But in my memory, my sister is not like this.

I don't know what happened to this marriage all these years.

Makes such a big difference to my sister. ”

Su Yan finished listening and looked at the painting next to her.

A painting that never spoke softly.

“I want to stay here for the night. ”

After that, Qian smiled and shook her head.

“This girl, we are not staying here, if you want to stay, there may be a guest house not far ahead. ”

The village is surrounded by mountains and few outsiders enter.

Where's the inn?

You just want to get rid of them.

Su Yan did not speak immediately.

Instead, look at the painting softly.

Painting Soft was just holding the paper umbrella and repeating it again.

“Tonight, I want to live here. ”

Painting Qian's eyebrows twisted.

This man is so rude.

Where does it make sense to have to live in someone else's house?

Su Smoke looked at Sangduo on the side.

The mulberry face is dull and already very impatient.

He's been depressed.

If I hadn't killed her, everything would have been lost. He would have wanted to do it.

Now, there's only one way to get here.

He helped Su Yan, and sent this man out as soon as possible so as to send her to heaven.

Sandy threw away all the money bags tied to her waist.

Opening

“As long as they stay here tonight, this bag of silver is yours. ”

Qian weighed the bag of silver.

A little shocked.

She's so grown up, she's never seen so much money.

Open the bag and confirm.

Definitely Silver Yuanbao.

She hesitated.

Follow the path.

“Wait a minute, I need to talk to my family. ”