With hundreds of millions of points of metaphysics, the fake daughter got into a love show by going

Half an hour later, the two men appeared again.

Zhong Ziang was dozing off when he heard the footsteps and woke up immediately. He said excitedly: "Teacher Shabi, you are back!"

Yu Zhenyuan, who was very timid and had always been frightened, ran over to greet her, "Sister Yaoyao, we have been waiting for you, eh? What is this?"

Everyone's eyes focused on the thing in Shu Yao's hand.

It was wrapped in a white cloth and carefully wrapped so that they could not tell what was inside.

He Youlan's face changed. She was as meticulous as dust. She could tell at a glance that what Shu Yao was holding in her arms was the sheets from the villa room, because every room had the same pattern.

After the boy finished his craft work, he came out holding the sheets.

Her eyes were strange, as if she couldn't accept it, and she murmured: "You, you guys."

Song Jingnian turned his eyes to Shu Yao and saw that her face was rosy and shiny, as if she had been nourished and tender. He thought of something and turned his head away with a very sad expression. Jiang Lianyi was even more stimulated to the point of distorting her face.

Shu Yao didn't notice the unusual atmosphere. She stretched and replied in a relaxed tone: "We've finished our work! We were exhausted just now."

But I heard the man next to me ask calmly: "Are you tired?"

Different from Shu Yao's rosy complexion after taking a nap, Shi Yi'an's expression showed obvious fatigue.

She was in the rocking chair just now, rocking and fell asleep. Because sometimes Yi'an was beside her, she slept particularly soundly, but he still woke her up.

Thinking that she seemed to have little contribution and felt a little guilty, Shu Yao quickly expressed her late concern.

"Teacher Shi, are your hands sore after working for so long?"

Have you been doing this for so long?
Are your hands sore?

It's hard not to think too much!
【install? ? ? 】

[I'm sorry, I traveled back in time in 1823 and don't understand the rules of this era. Do you directly wish the male and female guests a happy child? 】

【. . .I am often forced to remain silent because my poor writing style is not worthy of the thoughts raging in my mind]

Shi Yi'an thought of Shu Yao's rogue appearance just now as he handed over one piece of gold paper after another.

He raised his hand and rubbed his wrist, his voice still low and clear, but with a hint of endearment that was not easily detectable by outsiders.

"Sour, will you rub it?"

This sentence also stimulated netizens watching the live broadcast.

【Ah ah ah ah ah!Let me see who is crazy, drug addicts are crazy, it’s me who is crazy]

【acid! ! !Send me your hand and I'll rub it for you! 】

[I am also sour. I am a lemon. I am good at jealousy. My jealous face turns blue and my heart is sour. 】

Shu Yao shook her head and showed a sly smile.

"Rou, how can I express my high respect and gratitude to you? I have always wanted to care about you, but it's a pity that you never get sick."

After saying that, she quickly took out a pair of gold needles from her arms and said eagerly, "My newly learned acupuncture method, I will come and prick it for you right now. Once the needle is inserted, all diseases will be eliminated."

Shi Yi'an looked at the shining needle and took a step back.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and refused directly: "If the disease is gone, I'm afraid my life will be gone."

Fine.

For the first time in my life, I didn't give away such an important thing.

Shu Yao was briefly depressed for a while, but decided to do business first.

She put the needle away and walked to the carpet with the sheets in her arms. Amid everyone's weird expressions, she put the sheets on the ground and unfolded them.

Zhong Ziang exclaimed: "What is this?" A bunch of golden handicrafts appeared in front of everyone, including a golden tower, a golden gourd, a golden roc, and a golden unicorn.
[This golden aesthetic is rightly attributed to Sister Sha herself. It’s not that gold cannot be bought, but that gold paper is more cost-effective]

[There is an old saying in China that gold always shines, so what do you want to do with a bunch of gold paper]

Shu Yao picked up the golden pagoda and walked around the field majesticly to show it to everyone.

"As we all know, α is alpha, β is beta, γ is gamma, and δ is delta. This is the pagoda folded by Teacher Shi himself!"

He Youlan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it carefully, "The craft work you and Teacher Shi are going to do is to fold these things? I thought..."

"What do you think it is?" Shu Yao asked curiously.

He Youlan smiled sheepishly, shook her head and said, "Nothing, I just thought it would be complicated, but why does it have to be a boy's body?"

Shu Yao took out a stack of paper and said with a smile: "You got the point right. My gold paper, follow me, I have mysophobia."

Zhong Ziang clicked his tongue: "Can paper still have mysophobia?"

"Don't you believe it?"

So, Shu Yao randomly called up a male staff member who was married and had a baby. As soon as his hand touched the gold paper, the gold paper automatically turned gray, as if a human being was poisoned.

For a person who is extremely pure, the gold paper folded will be particularly spiritual.

Looking at the lifelike folded paper in front of her, Shu Yao had a bold idea.

Can Shi Yi'an stop acting and work hard for himself?
Although the man didn't know what Shu Yao was thinking, it could be seen from her big eyes that were moving back and forth. He looked at the time, it was already 09:30, and said first: "It's late, let's deal with it quickly. .”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and they were all frightened if the cake was not handled for a moment.

Shu Yao walked back to the original place and pressed the golden pagoda firmly on the cake crumbs.

I didn't know where to find an old matchbox, and skillfully blocked the wind with my hands. With a flicker, the flames jumped and burned on the pagoda.

Shu Yao posed as if she was going to do it, and she reminded: "Don't look at it."

Everyone did not listen to her words, but stared at this scene with wide eyes.

The pagoda was ignited, and a dazzling white light bloomed in an instant, almost blinding them.

Looking at the tearful eyes of several people, Shu Yao said helplessly: "I told you, don't look."

This scene is comparable to electric welding with sparks flying everywhere.

It looks like just gold paper, but it can burn the entire cake to ashes.

Zhong Ziang covered his eyes and asked, "Is this it?"

Shu Yao had long been used to this scene and replied: "The metaphysics circle has its own fairy stick."

Looking at the ashes all over the ground, Zhong Ziang then asked: "Is it enough to only burn this tower, and don't we need to burn the others?"

Shu Yao lowered her head to sort out other items, rolled them up with sheets again, hugged them in her arms, shook her head and said, "No, this pagoda is enough to calm her down."

Hearing this, Shi Yi'an was silent.

What is the purpose of asking him to fold so much?
My wrist, which was fine at first, suddenly became sore.

Feeling an overly intense gaze on her head, Shu Yao slowly raised her head and looked at the person. She curled her mouth and quickly made up for it.

"What Teacher Shi folded is a one-of-a-kind treasure. Of course I will keep the others and offer them as tribute."

When the cleaning staff came in to clean up, Shi Yi'an glanced at her sideways and turned to go upstairs.

Seeing her "Xuanmai" was about to leave, Shu Yao quickly followed him.

There are three kinds of kings in the world: the king of spades, the king of hearts, and I will be sad if you don’t vote, okay?