Chapter 891: Hairong's excitement (1)

Chapter 891 Hairong's excitement (1)
Too shameful!
Su Yi’s eyes are stunned. She feels that the old man in front of her face is familiar with her face. Can she not remember where she has seen it?
"You are Hairong?" The wind and the shackles of the wind slammed tightly, "Master of Mu Huan?"
When Hairong heard the sound of the wind, he finally recovered.
But he did not look at the wind, nor did he find the face she had sunk.
"Yes, Huan Er is my apprentice."
The wind is like pulling the lacquered clothes, blocking the plain clothes behind them, and blocking the eyes of the old man.
Hairong coughed twice and his face was awkward.
He was really excited at first, and now the girl is so prepared for him, and... yes.
"Shantou, do you still remember me?" Hairong’s eyes turned to Suyi and smiled. "We have discussed medicine together. On Tianyun Mountain, it has been nearly twenty years now. You still grow and In the same year, there was no change, I recognized it at a glance, but it is said that you are married now? Is it good? Your husband? Didn’t come back with you?

Suyi stared at Hairong tightly. She thought for a long time before she remembered who the old man was.
"Oh, it turned out to be you, it will be twenty years old, you are a lot old, I didn't recognize it for a while..."
Hairong: "..."
This is a worry!
I haven't seen it for many years. This girl is still as young as she was, but he has a beard and is old.
"Is it yours?"
Qian Kun was relieved by the subconscious.
He also thought that Hairong was old and disrespectful, and he saw the color and the thin women.
He couldn’t explain to the little girl.
"Is this your daughter?" Hairong smiled and looked at the wind. "I have heard that Qiankun has been praising the little girl before, so I came here to find her, little girl, I didn't expect you to be a mother so soon." Your daughter is also so good. I really admire the dead. I don’t know if Xiaopian can have a marriage match. I know a lot of outstanding young talents..."
Originally, my old friend met, and the mood of Suyi was also somewhat unsettled.
The next sentence of Hairong can make Su Yi's entire face pull down, and the wind will fall to her side.
"This is my daughter-in-law."
"..."
Hairong’s smile is stiff in the corner of his mouth. In the corner of others, there is something more embarrassing than this.
"Cough," Hairong coughed twice, and smiled awkwardly. "This, I don't know who is not guilty. I didn't mean it."
"It doesn't matter, I believe in you, I don't necessarily believe you."
Suyi laughs lightly, elegant and noble.
Hairong’s eyes turned a few times and hurriedly shifted the topic:
Muling and scorning are still chanting you in the past, you are back, why don’t you go back and see? How long do you want to stay this time, do you want to go to Tianyun with me? Sitting on the mountain? Well, it’s an old friend. You haven’t looked for me since you got married.

Hairong has no children and no children in this life, and one person is used to it.
Until I met the plain clothes...
When the little girl was smart, he really regarded her as a daughter, otherwise he would not be willing to accept people because of one person.
As everyone knows, when he fell, the wind and the smile of Suyi disappeared.
The kimono is okay, and her own cultivation makes her not directly face, but she also has the intention to sweep Hairong out.
"Master Qiankun, you take him away."
(End of this chapter)