Chapter 1781: Fanwai: Whose boy (12)

Chapter 1781 Fanfan: Whose boy (12)
"are you done?"
The girl's voice came outside, urging.
The door was slowly opened.
Red Bean's eyes immediately looked over there, and the hand on her side was tense and tense, holding her breath unconsciously.
In the chest, thumping, thumping, is a disordered heartbeat.
When he came out of the room, she looked at the face, and tears quickly filled her eyes.
Spending time, she seemed to see the teenager standing in front of the small courtyard of Xinghua Village.
Tsing Yi, upright and elegant. Their family is seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Seven ... seven seven ..." Uncontrollably, she opened her lips and whispered.
"Juchi? Your brother?"
The man's voice brought red beans back to reality, the light faded before his eyes, and then his gaze was a confused expression on the man's face.
Confronting the man's eyes again, the red-hearted heart fainted completely.
Not the same, after all, different.
Qiqi's eyes are like Yequan, dark and deep but clean, flowing with tenderness from time to time.
And the person in front of them, the same dark and deep eyes, was engraved with wind and frost.
Red Bean blinked the water in his eyes without any traces, and concealed the surge of the eyes by turning around to clean up the table. Otherwise, you won't be able to pass the check at the gate of the city. "
With the woman pretending to be a busy silhouette, he said lightly, "OK."
"Also, I will call you seven or seven in front of people, familiarize with the name, to ..."
"obedient."
"Just remember." She returned to normal in the blink of an eye, came over to squeeze him out of the door, and entered the room to close the door.
The bang sounded like he couldn't smash the door panel to his face.
He stood in front of the door for a long time before he entered the opposite room, which was as crude as a withdrawal.
He lay down with his clothes and couldn't sleep.
I miss you a lot when I'm far away, but now I'm close, but I find that the distance between each other has become more distant.
Whoops-there was the sound of the door opening again, and the steps of pedaling.
Then the door of his room was opened, the girl raised her hand, and a dark shadow smashed at him.
The muffled squeak really hit his face.
"Cover the quilt to sleep, lest it be frozen and no one will work for me tomorrow."
"..." He silently pulled the bedding from his face, and looked helplessly at the back of the woman who slipped back into the room.
This is too obvious.
The bedding did not hurt anyone, she wanted to punch him, it was better to use her fists.
The next morning, the man regretted last night's thoughts.
He saw that the woman had a thin bamboo stick in her hand that she didn't know where to get it.
He had a subconscious feeling, and it was for him.
After throwing the bamboo stick in the air twice, Hongdou motioned the man to pick up the small medicine box on the table of the temple house. What, do n’t be lazy, do n’t shake your face, don’t—

"You say one and I can't say two. You mean I can't go west."
"It's good to know," said the girl, holding her small hand, and turning to go outside first, with a serious face on her face. "Also, remember to call her sister."
"..." called sister?
Even before, he never considered her an elder sister.
The girl turned her head and narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "In case the filling is exposed, I am going to be burdened by you, and I dare not obey you."
Huh! Thin bamboo flurry.
"sister."
"Well, good."
The girl turned and continued to go out, this time the steps were clearer and happier.
(End of this chapter)