Chapter 376: First-class talents third-rate singing!

On the other side, the death of Zhao Siye caused a big wave of black and white. On this side, Xiao Zheng was wearing a clean and comfortable pajamas, lying on the bed with a soft, soft jade-like forest. Quiet and satisfied sleep. Maybe it was a night of killing too many people, and the spirit was a little excited. After killing Zhao Siye, it will always involve a lot of troubles and make him somewhat contradictory. Xiao Zheng was lying for a few hours and still could not sleep.
"what happened?"
Listening to Xiao Zheng’s somewhat disturbed breathing, Lin’s voice, which was taken into the arms by Xiao Zheng, whispered softly:
Insomnia?

"Yeah." Xiao Zheng sighed softly and buried his head in the hair of Lin Linyin.
"Is things solved?"
Xiao Zheng is going home very late tonight, and the behavior after returning home is somewhat mysterious. The clever Lin Lin sound suddenly reminds me of the incident that Xiao Zheng said last time.
"Solved." Xiao Zheng said softly.
"Is there any new trouble?" Lin asked.
"Not counting." Xiao Zheng shook his head. "It's just a little chaotic."
"It's just like being a man. When I'm looking forward to doing something, I always hope to finish it as soon as possible. Well, I can wait until I'm done, and I find that things are not that simple. Even if I do it, it is not perfect." Lin draws a tone of voice.
"Then you said how to adjust?" Xiao Zheng asked.
"Sleep." Lin said the sound slowly. "The sun of tomorrow will not be delayed by anyone."
"What if tomorrow is cloudy?" Xiao Zheng picks the thorn.

Who is the nature of your primary school?
Lin asked the tone.
"" Xiao Zheng touched his head and smiled bitterly. "You don't say, I even forget that there is a discipline of nature."
"It’s cold. I will accompany you to buy some winter clothes.
Lin’s tone tightened the quilt and whispered. "Sleep. I am sleepy."
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng nodded and suddenly whispered. "I really envy you, work hard every day, then sleep beautifully. Nothing to think about."
"I am thinking about what style of clothes I will pick you tomorrow." Lin Xiaoyin turned his body. Said in the tone of the order. "go to bed."
"Yes." Xiao Zheng quickly closed his throat and clung to the waist of Lin Linyin and fell into a dream.
......
In the villa less than 100 meters from the Lin family, a pair of men and women lying on the bed listened to the shocking rock music from the downstairs. Lu Dashan’s head complained of tears:
This dead child, usually playing the piano guitar, forget it, at least music. It’s still pleasing to the ear, it can make a hypnotic effect. Now it’s good, playing drums in the early hours of the morning, and letting people not sleep?

"If you want to have that skill, go on and teach her." Qin Frost said weakly.
What is the use of complaints here?

"She is your relative, you can't manage her?" Lu Dashan was angry.
"She was born to me with Jesus?" Qin Frost grinned. "Why don't you talk about her?"
"Take it down. I didn't talk to me for three days when I stopped her from playing the piano. This time, I am afraid that she will ignore me in this life." Lu Dashan was afraid. "This dead girl is really spoiled. I don't know how to feel bad about the elderly."
"Old man?" Qin Frost was dissatisfied. "The old lady is forty years old. It is the age of all kinds of styles. You are the old man."
After a pause, Qin Shuang curiously said: "How is Xiao Zheng’s action tonight? Is it smooth?"
"Smooth." Speaking of this, Lu Dashan came to the spirit and ordered a cigarette, which is called Qidao. "This kid is really awkward. Actually cut Zhao Meng's two arms and let go of his blood."
"What is this?" Qin Frost said. "I am the most beautiful one, killing one enemy in a long time, and tormenting each other for a night."
"Roll." Lu Dashan tilted Qin Frost. "Who is interested in listening to your glorious history?"
Qin Shuang saw Lu Dashan really a little unhappy, could not help but open the topic: "I heard that Zhao Meng found a top killer to help out. Did not affect Xiao Zheng?"
"Yamamoto. Known as the first warrior in Japan. I heard that it is the king of the killers in your circle." Lu Dashan explained.
"Yamamoto?" Qin Shuang heard the words, not shaking his head like a rattle. "That guy is a waste of waste. It is also the king of the killer. In those years, the masters collectively crouched, and there are not many people who come out to pick up the task. Otherwise, he can thank the gods in the top ten. Also the king of the killer. Don't have a face."
"The Japanese first warrior is also bragging?" Lu Dashan asked.
"Of course." Qin Frost paused and explained. "However, if he claims to be the first warrior, he is not a bragging. But Japan is not only a warrior. The real top masters have to be the old offerings of the big men."
"So, the so-called global killer may not be great?" Lu Dashan shouted. "I listen to you every day, I really think that you are unparalleled in the world."
Qin Shuang listened to the old guy so ridiculed himself, could not help but anger: "You know a fart."
"I will know you." Lu Dashan counterattacks.
Qin Xiaoqi almost fainted, biting his teeth: "Last name Lu, are you itchy?"
"No!" Lu Dashan jumped up and flew down the stairs. Lu Qier did not return to the song to go.
My daughter will release an album on the New Year's Day. As the old cockroach of the rice worm, it is necessary for Lu Dashan to make a hearty night out for the baby daughter who has been composed by Tong Da Da Dan.
"Give me a chicken dish and send it up!" Qin Shuang, who was lying in bed watching TV, shouted.
"dream!"
A counterattack from Lu Dashan’s righteous words came from outside the door. Qin Shuang smiled and felt happy for having such a lovely husband.
She also believes that even if Lu Dashan ate his daring leopard, he would never dare to make himself a fried chicken leg.
......
"Baby daughter..."
Lu Dashan came to the singing room with a bowl of thick soup. He smiled and said: "Is it tired? Come, Dad will give you a soup. Drink and work."
Lu Qier screamed as she played the guitar: "Let's put it there."
Lu Dashan’s life is nod from the nod:
Hey.

After putting down the soup, Lu Dashan smiled and sat next to Lu Qier. He smiled and asked: "Baby daughter, have you written a few songs? Don't give yourself too much pressure. Good works always take time to polish. Late. Sending an album can also whet your fans' appetite. Don't worry too much."
Lu Qier took two soups from the soup and walked to the piano. He sat down and placed the soup on the back of the piano. He said, "Daddy, I just finished a word. Do you give me a comment?"
"Okay!" Lu Dashan exaggerated. "Dad loves to hear you sing!"
"Pseudo." Lu Qier snorted. "Xiao Zheng said, my creative ability is first-rate, but the singing is third-rate."