Chapter 93 (1/2)

The next day.

Half a.m.

”Brother Jiang, can't I go with you?”

The sticky Beibei, looking at Jiangnan carrying a suitcase to leave, has a sad look in her eyes.

”No way.” Jiangnan said: ”it's not suitable to take you today. If your home is stuffy, you can go out and play. When the hotel receives it, you don't have to be bored at home. You can find something to do at will.”

”Well, well, I'll take you downstairs.”

South of the Yangtze River:

For this clingy little cute, Jiangnan is helpless and pitiful.

Beibei took his arm and sent him downstairs and watched him drive away.

Like a sweet little wife.

The white range rover is integrated into the traffic flow, and Jiangnan is playing music. It's easy to drive to the antique street.

My heart is full of happiness.

Sigh or there is a car travel convenience.

……

”Poetry.”

Jiangnan drag suitcase, into a century old shop, the first sight to see Zhu poetry.

”Jiangnan, you are here.”

I wish poetry found Jiangnan, happy smile.

”Is Mr. Zhao there?”

”Yes, in the backyard, I called him.” I wish the poems and poems will call people as they speak.

”No more.” Jiangnan blocked him and said, ”I'll go directly to the backyard. I just took something to show him. I need to go to the backyard and cut it.”

”Well, then.” I wish poetry nodded.

”You're busy. I'll be there.”