Chapter 415: Warm treasure, I am hurting 65

Thousands of inks took her hand and finally found the foundry under her guidance.
In the past four years, the foundry has been much larger than before, and the number of workers has increased. When the number of warmth came, the workers who saw it were very enthusiastic and shouted "The boss is coming!" A little embarrassed, let them continue to be busy with them.
But at this time, there was a worker who couldn’t help but ask questions: "Boss, what do you call people around you?"
The number of warmth is brewing, how to introduce Qian Qianmo, and Qian Qianmo himself answered very diligently: "Your boss's husband."
The number whispered, "I haven't married you yet!"
Qian Qian Mo is still supposed to be: "That is the future husband."
Number warmth: "..."
However, Qian Qianmo still let these people call him his brother. After all, it is better to let the number of warm blushes be done privately.
The number of warmth brought a thousand inks to an empty iron furnace. "This is my own stove. I used to, when I had nothing to do, I learned my own new weapons, but now I rarely touch the stove. It is."
She didn't dare to tell Qian Qianmo. The reason why I didn't touch it was because I accidentally burned my fingers, but I avoided it when I was treated in time, but that was enough to make the childish sad. For a while, Qing 10,000 did not promise that she would touch the iron furnace again, and the number of warmth has never dared to personally hit the iron.
When Qian Qianhan heard this, he frowned. It was quite unpleasant to say: "You are responsible for drawing the design draft drawings. Don't touch the iron stove yourself."
The number of warmth did not talk back to him this time. He nodded and said: "But today you are around, can I touch it?"
She now has a good outline of the weapon model in her heart. She wants to make a sword herself, so that she can use it in the future.
Qian Qianmo looked at her and had a whim: "It's better for you to guide me, I will do it."
Number warm: "...I don't think you will."
"Warm, let me make sense. I think I can."
"You can't do this kind of work."
Qian Qianmo is very lost: "Warm, you don't believe me."
Warm: "..."
This has something to do with trust.
However, the number of warmth still could not withstand his sugar-coated shells, and he relied on him. And moved a small table, sitting on the stone bench to draw sketches on the scene, of course, she painted a better and practical sword, intends to give her as a gift after the completion of thousands of ink.
晟 Thousands of inks follow the warmth of the shackles, throwing the iron into the furnace and burning it, and the number of warm paintings is very fast, and the shape of the sword is quickly drawn.
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
The number of warmth is different from the ordinary woman from beginning to end.
It’s like digging a treasure, only to dig a little bit, you will find that there are many surprises that he did not expect.
The number is warmer than him, it is such a existence.
He still remembers that at the beginning of the past, he was only a love for her, because she was born with good people, he left her with her, and gradually got along and found that this little man is not just him. She is so superficial, she is quite knowledgeable, she has a lot of calligraphy and painting, and now she is quite interested in the accomplishments of weapons.