Chapter 555： The teachings of the saint of love (2/2)
The two of them ran one by one, and after tossing for a long time, the high-speed rail panted heavily.
”Grandpa, what's wrong with Sister Leng?”
The blast furnace rolled his eyes,
”Do you see how the cold girl is different today from before?”
Hearing the words of the high-speed rail, he looked carefully, frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly realized
”Sister Leng didn't eat lunch today!”
”Huh!”
With a hammer, the head of the high-speed rail plunged deep into the soil.
”Eat your grandmother's leg! Waste, idiot!! Laozi has a leaf in the 10,000 flowers bushes. How can I give birth to a grandson like you after a leaf in the flower bush? How can you give birth to a grandson like you?
High-speed rail grievances said,
”Then you tell me, what's the difference between Sister Leng?”
Blast Furnace had sneaky eyes, hehe smiled,
”When did you see the cold girl wearing the skirt?”
I saw Leng Han in a dark long skirt that was as deep as a starry sky, every stitch and fold seemed natural. Although it was a skirt, it gave people a lonely, lonely, tall and straight posture, and the long hair was unraveled. Against the faint blue light of the fire, it was indescribably quiet and peaceful.
She just stood there, but the flames in the hearth of the furnace bend in her direction, as if bowing deeply.
The dignified cold air formed a stream of air currents around her like a snake, which was substantive.
Several apprentices were hiding far away in the corner of the yard, their faces were trembling, but their eyes were very bright.
Mentioning this blast furnace is a lawsuit. How can you work on this smoky mountain of furnace?
It would be fine if she was just herself, but any apprentice who had seen Leng Han dressed as an apprentice wanted to buckle her eyes down and press on the gate of the yard, her work efficiency had dropped by a few percent, and she often made mistakes.
Niang Xipi, have never seen a woman or what's wrong?
In his heart, Blast Furnace scolded the little bunny surnamed Lin over and over ten thousand times. If it weren't for him, how could the cold girl become like this!
The high-speed rail suddenly realized again,
”Grandpa, you mean Sister Leng... doesn't look good in this way?!”
Two consecutive cold eyes focused on the high-speed rail-one belongs to the blast furnace, and the other belongs to who it is self-evident.
Going up the blast furnace is just a kick,
”Little Yakuza! It's so maddening to the old man!!”
Gaotie pursed his **** and covered his face, his eyes were still misty after a few feet.
Subsequently,
”Haha, tall love saint, do you want to have a **** confession? Look at the father of the high-speed rail, my son, is it your kind?”
Upon hearing this voice, Blast Furnace’s complexion quickly changed, and when he turned his head, his face was kind and gentle.
”What kind of love, what blood to recognize relatives? Old lady, what are you talking about...hehehe...why are you here, the mountain is so choking...huh? This is not my favorite braised pork knuckle Well, get it quickly, the old man's mouth is almost fading out of the bird these days, and the little bunny cheats the old man.”
”Go away!”
Grandma Gao snorted and pushed the blast furnace away and walked to the high-speed rail.
”Tie'er, I heard your mother say that you haven't had a good meal for almost a week, what's the matter? You got angry? If the blind date doesn't happen, let's not go. Old lady, who would dare to fart!”
The high-speed rail wiped the dust on his face, daring not to speak under the threatening eyes of Grandpa.
”Grandma, I'm okay, but...that's... the dishes in our kitchen are really horrible.”
Grandma Gao said,
”In the past few days, I have asked people to find more good cooks. The old woman said that cooking with those apprentices is not good at all. The vegetables are not washed, and a pumpkin is stewed and thrown into the pot. It is a pig. It’s the same as eating, your grandfather, who is immortal, will have the heart to let you eat this kind of food.”
Blast Furnace sneaked a pig's hand, and muttered, ”I'm not eating too...”
Grandma Gao stared,
”Your old man has thick skin and thick skin. Can my grandson be the same? The old Gao family pointed to my grandson to pass on the line. Do you have an opinion?”
The blast furnace shrank his neck and sneered.
”No, no, where can it be.”