Chapter 349: Because I like warmth 153

Xuanji sneered a sigh of relief, drank the rest of the tea in the cup and got up.
Well, Ning Cheng is far from leaving his own way, he thinks.
It is best to win this situation in the future. No, there must always be a way to give him back.
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Beichuan, long song business.
"Do not sell."
The number of warmth and calmly spit out two words from the mouth.
The voice just fell, and Li Xiaolu, who was on the counter, was cold and slammed down from the counter. He couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
Just because this is a rare big deal, the object is an army that is about to go, and the boss has no reason to refuse.
How can it be so crisp and neat and refused?
Hearing the words, Beier picked up his eyebrows and looked at the number of warmth very incomprehensibly: "This little girl, there is no sale, not normal, right?"
"I want to sell and sell, if I don't want to sell, I don't want to sell it. Do you have any opinions?" The warm eyes are cold, and the words of export are even more emotional, as if it is just a waywardness.
Beier shrugged. "Of course not, I just have to know the reason."
Since it is a business bank, it must be rushing to make money, and how can it be said that it will not sell if it is not sold...
"Why give you reasons, I have not owed you anything." A few warm sneers, even too much to say a word too lazy, turned to the floor.
Behind him, Beier smiled: "Little girl, don't you really know my brother? I saw you that night..."
A few warm steps up the stairs, looked back at him, smiled, and went upstairs without saying anything.
The left of Beier was a little stagnant by the warm smile of the last few.
......
Qing Zhi was hired by a carriage. She brought two good lunch boxes. She planned to go to the firm to find a few warm clothes to eat together, and wait for the food to go back to the government to write a few warm homes.
Qing Zhi made such a plan, but in the middle of the road met a man standing in a blacksmith shop, is ... the person who saved her.
Qingchun looked down at her two lunch boxes, and finally took a copy and told the coachman to get off.
At that time, the blacksmith gave the sword with the hilt of his sword to the thousand inks. "The son, make good!"
Qian Qianmo paid the money. He just sent the peace symbol of his child to the eye of the hilt, and he was gently pulled around his sleeve.
Thousands of inks turn around and see the young, black eyes staring at him, his eyes innocent and clear.
The hand of Qian Qianmo tightened tightly, restraining the urge to hold her, and gently opening the lips. "Childly, how are you alone?"
Two young hands hold the lunch box to show him, and there is a handwritten note on the lunch box, which reads - please eat
......
On the pavilion at the riverside, an adult sits with a little girl, and the grown up is eating lunch for the little girl to ask him to eat.
It’s all... a lot of warm food.
The young child played with his sword on the stone table, smashed the scorpion, and wrote on the handwritten--do you buy the sword at the long song business?
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Youthful - this is my mother's design
Thousands of inks swallowed pain, and smiled: "Your mother is very powerful."
Qing Zhi stood up and said goodbye to him. He had to leave. Before leaving, asked him if he would come tomorrow?
Qingzhi still wants to bring him food.
She likes this very gentle uncle.
"Childly, I... I have to leave here."