Chapter 1767 (2/2)

Yuntian waved: ”the shopkeeper is really polite. He had a good reception before and didn't neglect it.”

The shopkeeper welcomed them in, removed all the previously prepared household items and replaced them with the best and latest household items in the shop.

Every time I pick one thing, Yuntian has to ask Nianwen whether she likes it or not.

Nian Wen is not interested in participating in the event of a lack of interest. He asks. If he doesn't respond, it will be regarded as something she doesn't like. The shopkeeper has to make every effort to choose another one for him. He's tired and wet and gasping.

I'm really sorry to read the article. Looking at the carved yellow nanmu horizontal couch which has been changed for five times, I just want to say something beautiful. Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in the hall: ”this horizontal couch is dark in color and weak in feet. It's not suitable for Mr. Yun. For someone like Mr. Yun, it should be equipped with the golden nanmu and the rich bed inlaid with the Chenxiang wood.”

The visitor is wan Kun. When he read the text, he saw the light in front of his eyes and said with a smile, ”Why are you here?”

Wan Kun goes straight to wen'er, reaches out and grabs Wen's hand, pulls her out of the chair, smiles and says, ”I have something to look for you, let's go.”

Reading the article is hard to get. Turning to the sky and his mother, he said: ”let's go first. I don't understand these things. If you really can't make up your mind, ask my mother. My mother is good at it.”

Wankun nodded to the dissolving moon, then walked straight away with Nianwen.

When wankun appeared, his face was already cold. Seeing wankun go straight away with Nianwen's hand, the air around him was cold and cold. He introduced the shopkeeper of household goods, and immediately felt a piece of ice on his back. First, he felt comfortable, then he felt cold into the bone marrow, even his calves were shaking.

Qi Rongyue reached out his hand and patted the back of Yuntian's hand. Although he didn't say anything, this little action immediately made Yuntian restrain the cold breath.

He turned his head and smiled at Rong Yueqiang: ”I'm ok, don't worry!”