Chapter 4673: I am old

"She? Will she be the girl of destiny?" Ruan Qing took a breath: "Aunt, what do you think of her... so high?"
"So I want to see if this is God's will, if she can get December, then..." Master Mei couldn't help clenching her hand: "Qing'er, she is the chosen one out of all likelihood!"
"But what about it?"
"Then prove that our previous guesses were wrong! And... we have to continue to look for that woman!"
"..."
"Head..."
A little Taoist rushed into the camp, panting.
"Someone outside insisted to break in, he said..."
"Oh my god, I'm exhausted..." Feng Chenglin rushed in embarrassedly, sweating profusely.
Little Taoist hurriedly stopped: "Why did you come in? Didn't you let you wait outside?"
She looked at Master Mei with a look of embarrassment.
Master Mei went to wave his hand and motioned the little Taoist to go down.
She knew who Feng Chenglin was.
He suddenly appeared at this time, I'm afraid there is another story.
Feng Chenglin sank in the chair and poured a half cup of cold water, then wiped his mouth vulgarly with his sleeve.
"Mr. Mei, I..."
When I knew he waved his hand, a dark rubbing fluttered out and landed in front of Master Mei.
Feng Chenglin's movements suddenly froze, and a pair of eyes sneaked at the rubbing.
As for Master Mei, she didn't care about the dirty rubbings, but Feng Chenglin's movements and eyes made her heart tremble inexplicably, and she subconsciously looked at the rubbings.
"what is this?"
"Nothing..." Feng Chenglin stretched his waist lazily as if he was waking up from a big dream. Following that movement, he rubbed against Master Mei, and raised his hand to grab the rubbing: "I picked up by accident. Handkerchief, used to rub the nose..."
Master Yi Zhimei raised her hand too suddenly and pressed the rubbing: "Mr. Feng, such a dirty piece of cloth, used to rub the nose... Is it a bit too dirty? Qinger, give your handkerchief to Mr. Feng!"
Ruan Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Auntie..."
What's up?
Can a girl’s handkerchief be given away casually?
Even if you want to give it away, it can't be Fengchenglin!
But Mrs. Mei glanced at it again: "Mr. Feng needs a handkerchief!"
"Oh……"
Ruan Qing hesitantly handed the handkerchief over, confused.
"No need?!" Feng Chenglin didn't mean to take over the handkerchief at all, but grabbed the other half of the rubbings in one hand, and smiled: "Ms. Mei, this daughter's handkerchief is for the lover. I use it inappropriately... …I’m better to use this rag!"
His fingers increased, and he wanted to retract the rubbings.
But Master May suddenly changed hands and grabbed the other half of the rubbings with one hand: "Mr. Feng, you are so nervous about this... thing, I am afraid it is not as simple as rubbing your nose?"
"I just use it for rubbing my nose... if you don't believe me, you can take a look, there is still the snot I used on it!"
"..." Master Mei frowned disgustingly, and subconsciously looked down at the rubbings.
Feng Chenglin smirked deeper: "Master Mei, I am a little old and poor, so I always reluctant to throw away the things I use, and the more I use it, the more emotional... therefore , Master Mei’s kindness, I have my heart, this handkerchief, please also ask Master Mei to raise your hand too high, don’t take people’s love, give it back to me..."