When Qiao heard song Yanqing come, he also put down his fishing rod. Without bait, he let him fish by himself.
It was not in her imagination whether there was a fish on the hook.
She washed her hands and went to the living room to meet song Yanqing.
Mu Xiangshan is talking to him because there are only two young and old people in the family. Naturally, Mu Xiangshan receives them.
Today's song Yanqing is wearing a black and white shirt, Black Slim casual pants, custom-made suit shoes, and many wobbly bamboo leaves are painted on his shirt, which shows his youth. His brow is as cold and tough as pine bamboo, and has the elegant charm of a mature man.
Seeing song Yanqing, Qiao waved to him today, and then said to Mu Xiangshan, "master, I'll take him to the backyard to fish."
Mu Xiangshan just wanted to say that you can fish for the next life. When song Yanqing is here, he also holds back and says, "go!"
Anyway, song Yanqing is also looking for Qiao Jin. He is very clear about this fact.
Song Yanqing showed a sorry smile: "grandfather mu, I went with Qiao today."
Mu Xiangshan: "yes."
Why don't you stay and chat with me?
Song Yanqing followed Qiao Jin and saw that she was wearing a pure black shoulder strap and a gauze skirt. She was walking with a pair of flat bottom sandals. Her pink toes showed up, and they were small and lovely.
It's about convenient at home.
He couldn't help laughing, but he thought, in fact, she looked good in everything.
However, it seems that her mother is responsible for her dressing, and her aunt has a good eye.
She turned to him and asked, "what are you laughing at?"
Song Yanqing: "I didn't laugh at you."
Joaquin: "I feel you laughing at me."
Song Yanqing: "it's a simple smile, no other meaning."
Joe didn't ask him again.
Take him to the backyard, artificial fish pond, fishing is purely a pastime, but suitable for passing time.
Joe said, "can you fish?"
Song Yanqing said, "yes."
Joe gave him the fishing rod today. "It's mine."
Song Yanqing took it up and looked at it, and said with a smile, "don't you put bait?"
Qiao Jin: "old man fishing with earthworm, I don't want to touch it."
That's how she told the truth.
Song Yanqing said, "I don't like it either. Do you have any other fish feed?"
Joe shook his head. "I didn't take it. Do you want someone to take it?"
Song Yanqing put down the fishing rod directly: "no fishing, sit here and talk."
Joe thought for a moment, "that's OK."
She sat on a small stool, but she seemed a little formal. Song Yanqing sat on the side of the reclining chair and looked at the scenery in front of her. He said slowly, "have you dealt with the matter this time? I have seen a lot of news in China. "
He'll certainly know what's going on.
He knew on a second thought that it might have something to do with Jorgen.
After all, there are not so many coincidences. They all happen in one town.
Joe nodded now, and a black air stream overflowed from her fingertips. However, compared with the usual black, the air flow was much more intense, as if with halo. She said: "the follow-up things look at the development of nature. Other things have been dealt with, and she will be in peace."
When song Yanqing heard her whisper, she thought of the report she had seen in the news. Qiao Jin refers to the girl who was burned to death about 20 years ago.
It's really too sad to die.
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