Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Speaking of flowers, Yang Wan was more comfortable, "Grandfather, let me show you.” In front of a stall, Jing Wan only used those branches that had been cut off, and there was a small basket that looked a little broken, filled in with dead leaves, and those branches, she just trimmed them randomly, and then inserted them one at a time, and made some decorations on the edge, for a short time, something that had not been looked at by anyone, completely changed, looked a little messy, but it was very durable, even... elegant, even the most picky people, at best, disliked things did not flow, but did not look at the whole thing.

Luo Pei Mountain loves flowers, which is also unnamed. We only know today, our eyes are short.

Like that man, who is always an exceptional minority, a majority or a civilian, can deny their joy and sorrow? Aren't they good and worthless? Yes, and very high.

“Looks like my grandfather has to learn from Wanwan.” Instead of learning to embed flowers, it's about values, although Mount Luo doesn't know the word. In a trance, he seemed to recall his past as an official. He thought he should be a good official, perhaps not enough.

Jing Wan didn't know the moment, but her grandfather thought about it so much, took the handkerchief handkerchief hand-washed by the maid.

Since Jing Wan started, there have been a lot of people watching, from the beginning of the puzzle, to the aftermath of the sigh, watching her bring curiosity, but it seems to be wearing ordinary clothes, but the words and actions are not like ordinary people, so dare not be rude.

However, the vendor didn't stop Jingwan from automating his things. Even if he couldn't sell the flowers, he looked happy.

Just walked out of the crowd, standing opposite a smiling old man, only the old man's skin was white, whiter than most women, and the beard looked scarce, even the throat knot was not very obvious, Jing Wan thought, when this man was young, eighty nine people were mistaken for a woman. However, my grandfather, who was laughing at me, saw this person in his face and saw that they definitely knew each other. Maybe they were “enemies”.

The white old man arched his hand, "Hello Lord Camel. ”

Luo Pei Shan looked at his nose, not his nose, not his eyes, and seemed eager to ignore him.

The old man still smiled and looked at Jingwan. "Is this Lord Luo's granddaughter? Nice flower insert. ”

Luo Pei Shan hummed, “My dick's little girl, line three. This is Lord Da Lisi's fifth lord. ”

“The little girl has met the fifth adult.” Yang Wan bowed his knees and bowed his courtesy. He was not inferior, and the rules were even better.

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, not like us bad old men, hated.” The Fifth Tai Ching touched the beard.

Yang Wan Mei, no wonder you won't deal with it. Look at this hatred.

“Girl, the tea flowers in the 5th Master's house are the most complete, but Grandfather seemed to be missing 18 Bachelors, and there didn't seem to be any spicy incense, and the taste of the flower crane was not very good. Alas, what a pity. ”

Luo Pei Shan said, the beard of the Fifth Taiqing pulled one, which broke several, it was already few, Jing Wan looked at it and worried for him, but grandfather, what do you mean? They say you're hated, you turn around and poke someone in the face?

Old friendship, all kinds of virtues are clear to each other on weekdays. Both people in the chapel belong to that kind of business. In private, especially about love flowers, they have to blow their mustaches and stare at each other. Luo Peishan is restrained on weekdays. But in front of a few people who know his taste, his image and other faces have long been torn aside. Some things can be said and just said?