Chapter 62: Time

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Lin’s first feast did not tell the warmth, she would not toss wherever she wanted to live.
He took her to the place where their family of three lives, which is a group of villas in the suburbs.
The villas were elegant and beautiful. At this time, the community was filled with water and pine trees. The plum blossoms and the spring flowers were blooming. The peach blossoms spit the flowers, and some of them were anxious.
Lin Chuan told the warmth that due to the terrain, the villas were located at a slightly higher temperature than other parts of Nanshan City. Spring came earlier, and in a few days, they could go to see the peach blossoms. The mountain peach blossom can't see the side, like a pink mountain, a pink sea.
Longing for warm heart.
Lin first banned the car and brought warmth into the house. At this time his parents were not there. He asked her to sit in the living room and then gave her some food and drink.
He saw her eyes turning and kept looking at the living room, so he asked, "Would you like to visit?"
"Okay."
Lin Chuyan took her to look around the room, and then showed her the fish he had at home, the antiques collected by his dad, and the calligraphy and paintings collected by his mother. For the latter two, most of the warmth can be said to be a doorway, more than he knows.
He was surprised and raised his eyebrows to see her.
"My dad likes it too," explained warmly. "One time I broke a snuff bottle, he still wants to hit me."
"Oh? Did you hit it?"
"No."
Lin’s first feast smiled.
How can I be willing to fight?

He smiled so warmly and softly, and looked like a good temper... I looked a little warmer.
Then Lin Chuan took her to his study.
Lin’s study was very large, with three bookshelves. There are two books on the bookshelf, so many books are seen in the warmth, as if he often read the book, sighed: "Lin Chu Ban, you pretend like this."
Lin’s first banquet felt that there might be some problems with his image in the warm heart.
"I have seen these books," he said.
"Don't explain it, I understand."
On the third shelf are some sundries and ornaments, ships made of wood, airplanes, tanks, windmills, machine-guns, and so on.
Looking closer to the warmth, I feel that these things are exquisite and realistic, but there are some traces of handwork, not like the finished products. She asked Lin’s first feast:
Is this done by yourself?

"Ok."

Is it the assembled model that I bought and I spelled it myself?

"No, it was me. I bought wood. The parts are all piece by myself."
Hearing this to the warmth, turned his head and looked at him silently, his face full of words, "I will watch you X quietly."
Lin first feasted a black line, pulled a box from the bottom of the shelf, opened the box, inside is his tool for woodworking. What kind of planing knife, scorpion, little girl, box ruler... full of boxes, a box.
Looking at the tools warmly, I was shocked: "Lin Chu Ban, you must be a carpenter in your life."
Lin first feast looked at her face, with a smile in her eyes, whispered: "What do you like, I can do it for you."
It may be because he seduce people's temperament when he is so low-sounding, and he is inexplicably warm in his heart. She felt that she was too fancy, and she was embarrassed. She lowered her head and said, "Do you do anything?"
"Can try."
"Then you make me a small house?"
"it is good."
It feels good to warm up. Lin’s first banquet only said that this word made her bubble in the heart, and it’s really no good.
She turned and walked to the two rows of bookshelves, and drew a book called "The Future of Artificial Intelligence," pretending to sit at the desk and start watching.
Looking down at the warmth, I saw a page and found that the hair was scattered. She touched her head and saw that it was broken. She stayed for a while, looked up and saw Lin’s first feast watching her.
She is awkward.
The blessing of the first banquet of Tolin was now uncomfortable with the hair that was warm in front of him with a wavy roll. She blinked at the first banquet of Lin and asked, "Do you have a hair ring in your family? It is similar."
Lin first feast went to his parents' room, took a small bag from her mother's dressing box and gave it to her, and brought a small comb intimately. Straight men don't understand, such a hairstyle does not require a comb.
When he was warming his hair, he stared at her. She was stared for a moment of uncomfortableness, her face was a little hot, and she didn't know if it would look unusual. She tied her hair and looked at the extra hair ring and small comb warmly. She suddenly had a bold idea.
"Lin's first feast." Called him warmly.
"What?" He saw her laughing and laughing.
"This is a good time, let's do something meaningful."
"What?" Lin first whispered, he heard his heartbeat.
"I will give you a small comb?"
"..."
The expression of Lin’s first feast broke. It is true that he is a lame and a negative textbook that is lazy and unwilling to go ahead, but he does not admit that Combs is meaningful. The negative textbook also has a bottom line.
"You let me comb it for you," stretched his hand toward the warm hand and pulled his sleeve. "I like to comb it, my mom won't let me comb her. I beg you..."
She asked him in such a soft tone, how could he refuse? Can't refuse.
Lin’s first banquet was sitting back on her chair. He lowered his head and sighed softly:
Who is who the little slave?

"what did you say?"
"It's nothing."
"Lin's first feast, what kind of hairstyle do you like?"
"I like the hair style now."
"another."
Lin’s first banquet broke the jar:
You just play.

Coming to the warm banquet for the first banquet, five small pimples, three on the top of the head, two in the back of the head, his hair is too short, it is not easy to comb a small pimple, she has done her best.
It is a pity that there is no mirror in the study room of Lin Chuan. She took a photo with her mobile phone and showed it to him. The photo of Lin Lin’s first feast is unrequited.
"Delete," he said.
"Okay, delete it and delete it." To the warm look, Lin’s first feast was so depressed, so he said,
I did a bad thing for you. Now you can do one for me, let’s flatten.

Lin’s first feast smiled, holding the corner of his lips and looking at her straight:
You think about what you said.

Warm up.
Lin Chuan feast: "Is it a hooligan?"
I remembered my words to the warmth. She didn’t mean anything else, but she was reminded by Lin’s first feast, oh, what is bad, what is bad... can’t think about it...
Her face was red, and she dropped her hair and said, "Lin's first feast on your nerves."
Lin’s first feast licked his lips. He looked at her red face, and at this moment he did have the urge to do something bad for her, but he restrained.
What prevented him from doing bad things was not a gentleman's demeanor or anything else, but purely a small head.
Lin’s first feast could not accept that he kissed his favorite girl while he was wearing five small shackles. That is the first kiss, once you go down, it is the psychological shadow of a lifetime.
The two did not speak, and the atmosphere was awkward.
But it didn't last long, because the door of the study was suddenly pushed away.
The two of them accidentally looked at the door, and the people outside the door were watching them. The man saw a small head of Lin’s first feast at first glance, and it seemed to have been frightened by a small amount of shock: he was directly smashed:
Where! Where is the enchanting!

The sound of fullness of the gas shocked the warmth. She felt a bit strange, and the uncle, from the appearance to the sound, gave her a sense of familiarity.
Lin’s first feast slowly slammed the hair ring on his head, one, one, and one. While he was jealous, he shouted: "Dad."
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