Chapter 1169: Teenage Ball (3)

Chapter 1169 Girl Ball (3)
The ball carefully listened to Gu Yiyi’s words.
"Unfortunately, the second uncle has been booked by me. Later, I am the second singer of the South String... There is no unmarried man.
Gu Yiyi frowned and sighed for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Yes! The mother of Mujia has not renewed the string so far. You can't be a woman with a small inclination. Then, be the grandmother of Nanxian! Listen to Nanxian later. Calling your grandmother, it’s cool to think about it! Hahaha!

The ball is: "What is grandmother?"
"Grandma is..."
"Gu Yiyi!" A repressed voice came from behind Gu Yiyi, and he was so scared that he was tight.
She stiffened her neck and looked back, and she saw Mu Qing, who was standing not far away.
"Two, two uncles..." Gu Yiyi’s mouth was pumping. "Isn’t Xiaoli and Foxes just looking for you? Why are you still here? I just didn’t want to find you a stepmother, really, me. No!"
"I have heard it. Don't blame the little girl. I don't know how old I am. He can't even let the house go. You let this girl follow me, isn't it a curse to her forever?"
This girl looks innocent and ignorant. She is very good at deceiving. She estimates what others will say and what she will believe.
In case you really believe it... maybe the girl is going to be dragged down for a lifetime.
"Uncle, you can rest assured that I will go back and tell the old man about your passage." Gu Yiyi smiled, the beautiful little face was full of smiles, and a pair of black scorpions were brighter than the night sky.
Mu Qing’s eyebrows are cold, and Qing Jun’s face is hung with a shallow smile:
I’m just telling the truth.

The girl ball has already recovered from her ignorance. She looked at her and looked at Mu Qingyi. It seemed to be a little angry.
"I can't lie! I don't believe her, I only believe in the master."
In this life, once she recognizes a person, she will always believe in one person.
Just as she once believed in the special family, what she believes now is only the wind.
She will not believe anything else!
"Two uncles," Gu Yiyi’s mood suddenly became a little frustrated. "When can we leave? When I used to be at home, I always hated me. I am very annoyed now, but now I have been away from him for more than a year. I miss him very much. Hey."
Perhaps for children, this is always the case.
When I was with my parents, I always disliked my parents. Once I have left for too long, I will miss the days I used to.
This is the first time that Gu Yiyi has been away from home for so long, and he still can't go back.
Mu Qing's eyebrows are deep: "There is a place not far from Tianyue, where there is an estimated connection, but... with my strength, there is no way to break the enchantment. Later I will go to the south. String they said this, in any case, we will leave here."
The ball looked at Mu Qingyi and Gu Yiyi, slightly licking his thin lips and bowing his head.
Master, are they leaving?
If the owner leaves, is she... will it be thrown in this place? Is it as lonely as ever?
If a person is used to being alone, there will be no feeling, but... during this period, someone gives her warmth, and she is no longer willing to be alone.
I really hope... she can stay here forever, how good...
No one noticed the expression of the ball, and no one paid attention to her deliberately, and did not find the meditation on her face...
Ps: Today is still groggy, there is no way to write too much, this time it has not been good for a few days.
In fact, I can't send a meager red envelope, but I don't really have any guilt. I want to use this compensation. By the way, I am very rude. Some people understand that I am very grateful. It is normal to understand. I feel that I am lazy with a red envelope. Normal, who told me that I have not been able to have a manuscript before, it is also my own reason, there is no emergency manuscript~
If I can write more for the task, I can do it. I am afraid that it will be too messy to write. I am irresponsible to everyone because I feel that my brain is a bit messy and I don't dare to write more.
If I am sick tomorrow, my brain is not so messy, I will write six thousand words.
The red envelope password is still the south long wind.
(End of this chapter)