Chapter 379

This is a high-end guild hall opened by his descendants of Yu's family. His grandson should be filial to his grandfather. Xiaohei doesn't tell Qian Mo that every three years, as the eldest son of Yu's family, he has to go back and preside over the sacrificial activities. These grandchildren still have to kowtow to Qianmo and him.

In contemporary society, there are not many big families that retain such a complete clan tradition. His father is one of them.

After a meal, both the guests and the host enjoyed the meal. In the evening, Yu Changmo would like to have an open-air mandarin duck bath. Behind the villa where they are, there is an open-air hot spring that is not open to the public.

However, his comrades in arms had to drag him to play cards and refused to let him go. Xiaohei seriously suspected that this was the envy, jealousy and hatred of bachelors to him, a man with good sex.

It doesn't matter if you can't soak in an open-air hot spring. Anyway, the bathtub in the house is also hot spring water. It's the same as taking a bath after exercise at night.

Qian Mo has just started playing cards with Xiao Hei. One of them has amazing eyesight and the other has excellent memory. They join hands to win everyone's cry. They howl to set fire to CP. Qianmo then comes out to walk on the pretext that the room is too hot.

There are sentries everywhere in the villa. There are strict checks on the entrance and exit. There is no problem with security.

Qian Mo walks slowly along the street lamp of the villa, occasionally stops to look into the distance.

The air in the mountain is very good. You can see the twinkling stars at night, and the cold wind blows your face. There is a fresh taste in my heart.

"This is the scene. I want to recite a poem!"

A bright voice came from behind, Qian Mo was surprised.

This sudden change of painting style and the effect of BGM special effect on the stage are --

she turns around quickly and sees a tall man standing behind her.

White shirt, hair grasp is quite shapeless, holding a bottle of wine in hand, arm with coat at random, looks elegant and elegant, just a mouth will be broken.

"The world's best small villa, walking in the middle of the night to see the beautiful mother, star eyes a little bit tipsy, it is suspected that people in the palace tour!"

Xue Jize didn't expect to have such an unexpected harvest at night. He stretched out his hand to touch the pretty woman's face. Is this the feeling of heart?

Qian Mo will not know how beautiful she is at the moment.

In the bright light of the villa, she turned around and looked back. The night wind blew her hair. It was clearly a short haired fairy, but she had the smell of a long hair fairy. Xue Laosi thought that if it was not in a dream, it would be love at first sight.

As the saying goes, he has been searching for him for thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly looking back, he is in the dim light --

"pa!"

A clear voice beat off Xue old four small Wenqing's countless brain tonic, Fairy Spirit, but no gentle temper, to start.

As soon as Qian Mo saw that he was drinking, he knew that he was going to have a bad thing. Without any mercy, he slapped him on the paw that he had stretched out, which made Xue Laosi shrink his hand.

"Sorry, you look like a friend of mine." Xue Laosi was drunk.

"Who?" Qian Mo's eyes narrowed into a line, ha ha, so familiar with the opening remarks.

"as like as two peas in my dream, I am in a dream, and I am so sentimental and continual."

's lines, which are exactly the same as before, are flowing freely from Xue Lao's mouth.

This guy exports poems, but they are not good poems. Others are stinky chess baskets. He is a rotten poetry basket. He has no self-knowledge. He writes countless poems a day. In the early stage, he has no power and power. In the later stage, he has the right to be rich. Around him, there are a group of people around him who are full of praise. Some people steal money to publish his crooked poems.

Xue Laosi first got two signed books and sent them to Qianmo. Then Qianmo found the two signature books under the corner of his desk two months later - Xiaohei took them to cushion the table.

Xue Laosi's poems are full of various kinds of expansion. Later generations, they dare to damage the stink of his poems. One is Qianmo, the other is Xiaohei.

The first thing this guy wrote every time he had sour poems was to send a circle of friends to Qianmo.

Xiaohei also has his circle of friends. At first, Xiaohei is blocked by Xue Laosi, and Qian Mo damages Xue Laosi's words, which Xiaohei can't see.

Until one day, Xiaohei inadvertently saw Qian Mo in reply to the circle of friends, he took a look at the situation, and then quietly took out his own mobile phone to have a look, eh?!

At that time, Xiaohei was already a major general, and he was calm. He singled out the painting style of middle-aged and young people, such as blood script, which did not belong to him. He asked Xue Laosi why he could not shield him from his daughter-in-law.

Xiaohei calmly and atmosphere to find responsible for network security, on an order.

Tie the wechat of Laozi and Laozi's daughter-in-law together, no one can shield Laozi!

So Xiaohei happily criticized others.

Xue Laosi's sour poem, Xiaohei's reply speed is faster than Qianmo's, and the degree of venomous tongue is astonishing. Why do you greet your primary school Chinese teacher for me? She can't hold her coffin.

Xue Laosi is angry, but he finds that he can't block Yu Changmo. Then he knows that he is shameless. Especially, RMB players bully Xiaomeng Xin!

Qian Mo now thinks of those past lives, but she still feels very funny. She and Xiaohei have few common friends. The goods in front of her should be counted as one.Seeing that he and Xiaohei are in love and killing each other, Qianmo thinks that these two guys have already had a brotherly love in the years of ridicule. Of course, they don't admit it.

Xue Laosi is racking his brains to praise Qianmo with all praise words. Seeing her smiling so brightly, he thinks she is moved by himself, so he praises him more and more.

"On this one side, you will be deeply imprinted in my heart, and your voice is just like -"

there is no previous life, because Qianmo didn't have such a long memory killing time now.

Xue Laosi didn't finish boasting, he felt that he was aiming at the dung door behind him... Then his body tilted forward.

Qian Mo covers his mouth, oh.

There is no such thing as this past life.

After Xue Laosi, Xiao Hei used his military boots to brand a "mark" on Xue Laosi's snow-white trousers and patronized him.

"Who has no eyes - you? Yu, you are not your big soldier. What are you doing here? "

"Xue Laosi, this is my fiancee. It's not the flowers and plants you're away from. What's more, the sound and appearance is just a description of the dead. Don't come out and make a fool of yourself if you don't have culture!"

"I'm a master's degree from Harvard. Dare you say I'm uneducated?" Shame him, but not his ideal! He grew up in a foreign country. He is not familiar with the extensive and profound Chinese language. What's wrong with one or two words!

"Where I received my education, I will go away and harm people. Don't throw me abroad in the face of the people!" Xiaohei is not at ease, Qianmo comes out to look for, the result sees Xue Laosi to his girlfriend sour not to pull a few to read crooked poem.

"Do you know each other?" Qian Mo has a big question mark in his heart.

Why, why doesn't she know?

In the past life, when the two people met, they didn't pay attention to whom. They were unfamiliar. But now they have a feeling of quarrel, as if they still have some friendship?