One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

I want to return to my mind, but outsiders can't say it.

So Nalan Xin'er just pretended to be modest and chatted with the old man.

When she reached a steep and difficult place, she carefully helped the old man to pass slowly, like a very caring and sensible junior.

At this point, she also compares her heart to heart.

Xiao Shitou was considerate to her just now, didn't he also win her trust and acceptance?

Now, if she wants to win the trust and acceptance of the elderly, she can just learn what Little Stone did to her.

So, although she didn't take care of the elderly very carefully in her previous life, she doesn't find it difficult or awkward to do it now.

For this, I really have to thank Little Stone.

After going down the mountain, Nalan Xin'er parted ways with the old man and said goodbye altogether. Such an attitude made the old man a little embarrassed. She felt that she was too guarded just now. Look, she just met you by chance, and there is no utilitarianism.

The old man glanced at the crutch in his hand, and suddenly made up his mind.

Nalan Xiner drove a purple car and drove all the way back to Golden Gate Avenue.

"I don’t know if the uncle will be angry, well, fortunately, I asked the uncle for leave in advance and said I was going out, but I asked for 4 hours of leave. I didn’t expect it to be delayed for a long time. I met the old man halfway and came back 1 hour late , Will the uncle have to punish others for this again!"

Nalan Xin'er muttered.

After all, it's been a long time for a certain man to bully her. She always has an ominous premonition that it is impossible for the uncle to hold back for too long...

The car had just parked in the villa, and the call came before getting off the car.

Nalan Xin'er's lips curled when she saw that the ID was a strange number.

Shi Shiran answered the phone with a hint of joy in his voice: "Hello!"

"Little girl, I am always here to thank you." On the phone, the old voice was obviously very excited.

"You're welcome. Have you... have found what you want?" Nalan Xin'er was also happy for him.

It turns out that helping others realize their wishes is such a beautiful and pleasant thing.

She curled her lips and smiled, feeling that this trip to the mountain tonight is not in vain.

Sure enough, the old man said in a certain tone on the phone: "I found it. Girl, you really have a pair of insights and treasures! The future is terrible, and the old man admires the girl very much!"

For decades of unsettled cases, so many people have tried their best to search for them, and there have even been many misunderstandings, competitions and even tragedies...

But no one found the whereabouts of the relic. In the end, it was a little girl who resolved it in a few words.

How can he not admire it?

The moment he cut the cane, his breathing stopped! So excited!

Nalan Xiner humbly replied: "It's also a coincidence, haha, a coincidence. In your words, it's called fate, right?"

The old man agreed: "Yes, there is a destiny. So the old man is about to ask the last question, I don’t know what kind of thank you girl you want? The monks don’t have more gold, silver, jewelry, money and power to give, but the old man still has some knowledge in Buddhism. , If you want to ask to sign a question..."

Nalan Xin'er smiled and was not polite, and said straightly: "Well, there is a career-seeking thing, and I may have to trouble you!"

"Career?" The old man was surprised again, "Girls of this age, don't they ask for more love for marriage?"

This little girl is really impressive.

Speaking, doing things, always playing cards according to common sense, is refreshing and shocking.

"Yes, it's career." Nalan Xin'er said with certainty, "Because of marriage, I prefer to let the flow go."

If possible, she certainly wants to ask for a sign, hoping that the uncle belongs to her alone.

But such a selfish idea, if you ask the Buddha, you won’t agree to it, right?

She is in the uncle's psychological position, so she can only let it happen, right?