Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 450 etc.

Han Li squinted his eyes slightly, and casually inserted the luminous balloon into the green belt at the entrance of the villa area. When he saw the girl, he looked a bit angry: "Xiao Nanyi, brother didn't say that this tattoo is for you."

Nan Yi didn't believe it: "Then what does NY mean?"

——"Cow."

——"My brother's hip-hop dance is so good."

Nan Yi: "..."

Then why don't you get NB tattooed on your body.

Not believing this clumsy lie without the slightest technical content at all, the little girl raised her head, the beauty under the moonlight was shockingly beautiful, her light-colored eyes gleamed with light: "Han Li, I have to wait for Ning Zhixu."

The boy hummed, and flicked the balloon stuck on the green belt with his fingers in boredom, watching a huge ball wobble.

"You wait for yours, I wait for mine."

"Don't persuade anyone."

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Nan Yi went home with the gift she received.

Nan Yaoye and Su Qing haven't slept yet, they are waiting for her.

Seeing her unhappy look, he looked at her four eyes, and whispered again in her heart.

How can you be so depressed when you go out with friends on your birthday?

"Baby." Su Qing hadn't changed out of the skirt she wore for Nanyi's birthday during the day, and when she ran towards the little girl, the skirt was swinging in mid-air, her hair was messy and charming, and no years could be seen on her face Mark of.

Sticking to her daughter's shoulder, Qianqianyu poked the gift in her arms: "What gift did you get? Share it with your mother."

Nan Yi opened the box and showed her: "Jersey, exercise book, and a set of stationery."

Su Qing's loose hair on her temples froze.

These are really good friends for her daughter.

Pulling Nan Yi to sit down on the sofa in the living room, the mother and daughter each held a fruit plate, while President Nan was peeling apples aside.Take off the straight suit and a set of comfortable home clothes to add a touch of fireworks to the man's exquisite appearance.

The voice is magnetic, and the man's voice is mellow: "National Day is a holiday, and it's not interesting to see people in domestic tourist attractions. Why don't you go abroad for a few days."

Receiving the starry eyes from the woman, President Nan took off the apple slices on the tip of the knife, fed them into her mouth with his hands, and added softly: "I will pay for it."

"Long live my husband." Su Qing bit the apple, her voice was a little muffled, but she was obviously very happy.

Nanyi loves to play and travel.

It's really meaningless to stay at home right now, so after thinking about it, I agreed.

Nan Yaoye didn't have much time for work, and the mother and daughter didn't want to take him with them. As long as the money was in place, it didn't matter whether others went or not.After discussing for more than half an hour, the two finally booked a ticket to Milan and set off in the afternoon of the next day.

It was already midnight when they returned to their rooms.

Nan Yi turned on the light in the bedroom, put the gift she was holding on the desk, and happened to see an envelope lying on the side.Her name was written on the cover.

The flamboyant font is not difficult to recognize.

Chen Ange had written her an IOU before, and the words almost flew into the sky.

The word is like its person.

Free and easy.

It's late at night and I'm a little tired.

The little girl nestled on the comfortable seat, slowly opened the envelope, spread her fingers and looked inside.There were few banknotes in it.Not even a half-word note.

It fits Chen Ange's simple and rude style of conduct.

Just now her father had told her that Chen Ange was discharged from the hospital, and she knew he would not leave here, so she must have gone back to guard the billiard hall.

Everyone around seems to have someone to wait for, and they are all waiting persistently.

She, Chen Ange, Tang Zhi, Han Li, Qu Boyang.

Without exception.

　I remember the Chinese teacher in junior high school told Shen Congwen's "Border Town", telling us that what people are most afraid of is the word "waiting".

　　This sentence has been inexplicably remembered for many years.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)