Chapter 137： (1/2)

Ask again, it turned out to bribe a pot of good tea and a plate of peanuts, and found out the old people in town.

He An instantly rejoiced: "You are a guide for yourself, and you are not scared of going anywhere."

There is a pool in the south of the town, and Wuling is formed in midsummer.

Yanning heard the news from the old tofu Xi Shi, and took a trip with He An before the season passed. The tub was used as a boat, and the ripples penetrated the rhododendron flowers, plucked them in a wet place, and went home to peel off the hard shells. Then they got a plate of tender, ochre-colored small ingots. Fried water chestnut with chives.

Original, still lotus.

Suzuran has just learned to eat at the same table as her grown-ups, her teeth are not aligned, and her mouth is very picky. It fell into Yan Ning's hands, but it was a bite to feed and eat, it was incredible.

After eating, Yan Ning held the lily of the valley to play in the small courtyard.

As soon as he went out, two pairs of chopsticks invariably reached the dish, and at the same time caught the last water chestnut. After the pulp at the bottom of the plate was marked with more than a dozen white lines, Cheng Xiu chopped through the water chest with chopsticks in the chaos and sent it into his mouth with a thunderbolt and won the final victory.

Dai Xiao: "..."

He An chuckled, silently picked up the chopsticks, and planned to ask Yanning for a recipe later.

After several days of getting along, Yan Ning gave He An a nearly perfect impression.

He doesn't have thorns, but it's not the kind of weakness or humble feeling that Omega usually has-on the contrary, Yan Ning is a very aura Omega, even if Alpha will restrain three points in front of him, and will not give Man is oppressed invisible. What words are best to describe? Perhaps the most appropriate thing is to see through the world.

It's just that Uncle Yan seems to have his own troubles.

On weekdays, occasionally a greeting call comes in. He An noticed that even a gentle person such as Yan Ning would look calmly when he saw the name on the screen, and politely picked it up, but his attitude was lukewarm, and he hanged after a short answer.

On the phone ... who will it be?

He An pondered for a while, slowly thinking that if he had received a greeting call from Zheng Feiyao six months ago, it would have been the same alienated response.

But how could it happen?

Shouldn't a perfect person like Yanning be perfect in marriage?