Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Lin Lun, who has long followed Qin Guan, has opened the lens of his most beloved camera, and he is not stingy about waving the film produced by the collision of his fingertips with the machine.

"Cong Nianwei, come on, the scenery here is really beautiful."

The golden sunlight shone on the falling fairy, making his smile unreasonably delicate.

The word Le Ji Sheng Bei, I don’t know who invented it. When Qin Guan waved his hands towards the people under the tree, a naughty squirrel with a big tail found himself at the door of the house, and an unexpected guest broke in.

This nasty guy still yelled beside his house, so that his squirrels, one, two, three, and four babies could not sleep well on a sweet afternoon.

Therefore, as a head of the family, you should shoulder your important responsibilities and drive away all outsiders who break into their own territory.

"Oh my god, look at that little cutie, its tail is fluffy, like the finest yarn **** sold in Gus Department Store!"

As a Hilton who always pays attention to the dynamics of the male god, he instantly discovered the existence of this little thing.

"This is a good composition. Qin Guan should not scare it away, good boy, find a way to interact with it."

Tasha Duduo and Lin Lun made the sound of guidance at the same time. This is a particularly good material for painting and photography, which is simply the source of inspiration for God-given artists.

Their old friends looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and put all their hearts around the young man on the tree.

Only the only normal person who was calm, Cong Nianwei, rolled his eyes helplessly, as if knowing the direction of the later incident, he held his forehead in one hand.

"Come on, dear little squirrel, come to brother Qin Guan..."

The typical scar was forgotten and the pain was forgotten. Qin Guan handed his slender and white fingers and gently passed it.

The opposite squirrel dad dragged a green chestnut petal from the back of the tail, held it in front of his chest with his two claws, and the two jumps moved in the direction of Qin Guan.

The big tail made a beautiful arc in the air with the jumping of the short legs, and when the squirrel dad reached the highest point of stagnation, he threw the chestnuts in his hand to the intruder's face.

‘Boom’

The voice was not loud, and a young chestnut that had not yet matured was smashed on Qin Guan's head, rebounded, rolled twice on the branch, and stopped.

"Pooh hahaha..."

Forgive Cong Nianwei's immorality. Qin Guan's ecstasy of being happy is really bringing infinite fun to her life.

Tasha Duduo, who had drawn a pencil sketch of the interaction between Qin Guan and the little squirrel under the nib, was also stunned on the spot. Immediately, a cheerful smile appeared in the girl's hearty laughter.

The old man Lin Lun has laughed loudly at this time, his lens has captured the scene just now, and such pictures full of childlike and artistic mood are very uncommon.

Qin Guan was the only one on the branch who was not happy because he finally remembered his strange physique, and because the laughter of the others in the farm was too joyful, he had awakened the whole family of squirrels.

The squirrel dad looked at the one, two, three, four, which automatically arranged the line, and the youngest one with a crooked face was directly angry.

It threw the chestnuts it had picked up again and threw down the tree as soon as it slipped away.

The rest are the stories of the four cute things and Qin Guan’s big eyes to small eyes, and the inspiration of the bystander’s Tasha Duduo painting emerges like a spring that is constantly flowing.

Cong Nianwei under the tree was planning to pick up his jeans and go up to help Qin Guan. He saw that the squirrel dad returned to the branch again from nowhere.

Hey! Where did you find a spiked chestnut shell...

Opposite Qin watched this chestnut shell like a small hedgehog, his eyes widened a little, and as the only enemy on this tree, he was happily received by the squirrel dad.

‘Poo’

Chestnut shells were inserted into Qin Guan's hair accurately, as funny as when we bullied girls when we were young, they hung a few dried cockles on their clothes.

On the side, one, two, three and four looked at his dad’s bravery, his small eyes exuded an excitement, and he was a little eager to try, while Qin Guan, who was in the doldrums, didn’t care what his own demeanor was. He climbed down from the tree and fled into the desert.

"Hahaha, Qin Guan, you are really a good and professional model, otherwise you will come to see my old man every time, when I use the illustrator model in the painting weekly!"

Cong Nianwei on the side picked up the culprit for Qin Guan who lowered his head actively, while Hilton on the side hesitated not to step forward.

Qin Guan doesn't seem to like animals. Will the seven or eight dogs in his family like them?

Now Qin Guanxi doesn't like it at all. Can you go home and ask the dogs how they feel?

Lin Lun, with tears coming out of a smile, looked at the wonderful shot captured in his camera. He turned his eyes slightly disgustedly and raised his hand.

He pointed in the direction of the manor, and asked Qin to observe in the most sincere tone: "Dear Qin, can you go to the position of the fenced cabin over there?"

"There are very beautiful paths paved with bluestones, and large flowers blooming in wildflowers. I want to take two scenes there, which is a very good choice."

Qin Guan has no doubt about him. He looked at the scenery there with a fine beauty different from that under the big banyan tree. He squeezed his eyes towards Cong Nianwei and waved his hand and ran in the direction of the photographer Lin Lun. .

After Qin Guan left for a certain distance, he had been standing behind Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan. While watching these two interactive Hiltons, he took a step forward and stood beside Cong Nianwei.

"Qin Guan has always been like this?"

"what do you mean?"

"He doesn't seem to like small animals?"

Hearing Cong Nianwei laughed here, her face that refreshed the summer heat was a rare smile.

"It's not that he doesn't like small animals. Qin Guan's heart is softer than cotton candy. How could he not like small animals?"

"You said the opposite, because the little animal didn't like him, so he lost an interview and was depressed for a long time." (To be continued.)