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

Half a ring later, Qian smiled.

“My wife says you can stay here tonight."

Speaking of which, Qian pointed to the two rooms next to her.

“Those two, you can stay, but it's a little messy, a little tidy can still stay. ”

Probably because of the silver dollar.

Qian Qian spoke more enthusiastically than before.

Naturally, all three were invited in.

Qian Qian asked.

“Are the three of you having dinner tonight?

Do you want to eat with my officers? ”

The voice drops and the painting is soft.

“Okay."

The smile on Qian's face was a little shallow.

She was being polite.

I don't know if I actually said yes.

Picture Qian lifting her cuffs

“I'll cook. ”

Qian Qian then walked to the kitchen.

Painting Zoe stood there, watching this scene, somewhat familiar.

Yeah, that's right.

After she got married, Qian said she loved her cooking.

Dinner here every three or five minutes.

She'd be like Qian Qian just now, holding up her cuffs and laughing and saying,

“I'll cook. ”

So soft, some trance.

Her gaze shifted and she fell into the room where her officers had just walked in.

Oh, no, that's not his official anymore.

It's Qian's.

Loosen your hands slowly.

Round paper umbrellas fell on the floor.

She walked in with her steps.

Stand at the door of the room.

I looked at the man sitting at the table, turning his back on her, wondering what he was looking at.

She walked and didn't have a sound.

Originally, she wasn't looking into anything.

I just miss him so much.

If there's anything else going on in this world, it's probably this man.

This is the one who was good to her before she was born.

Step forward, as if those scenes had happened yesterday.

The scene flashed in front of me.

Painting softly and unconsciously put his hands on his shoulder with tears in his eyes, shouting softly

“Officer. ”

She really misses him.

It's just that she knows that ghosts have different ways.

Can't disturb him after all.

The voice just dropped.

The man was frightened, and his whole body was stiff.

This scare, the thing in my hand dropped on the floor.

It's a jade.

Looks like that emerald has a great color.

It's a good thing.

Especially the pattern of a flute engraved on it, as if it were truly alive.

The man's voice trembled and shouted.

“Painting, painting soft? ”

There is no nostalgia in the voice, except fear.

When the man shouted, he heard no response behind him.

After a long delay, the man turned back.

I saw a strange woman standing behind him.

The stranger's eyes fell on the jade on the ground.

Follow me, the woman looks frozen.

Lift your head up and look at the man.

Nothing emotional.

It seemed that the moment of contact with Cuiyu, all the sentiments of nostalgia were gone.

She remembers this jade.

The memories were so deep that I recognized them at first sight.

That day, she was drunk.

The confusion was carried away.

Then he heard a nasty noise coming from the side.

So far, she remembers.

She won't forget. That's her enemy. How can she forget until she's avenged herself?

“This chick is really nice. Wait a minute. Who's going to start with us? ”

“Hahahahahahahaha, there is a part for the beholder and a part for the beholder. ”