Urban Fashion Cultivation

Yuan Baoqiang cheerfully took a step forward, blocking Fan Zhilan behind, then casually nodded at the three of them, and said, 'Are you all back? ' I ignored it, turned my head and signaled Fan Zhilan to keep up, looking like a loving father, "Wen Guang is exhausted, you should simply recognize this person first, you should have seen this one a long time ago, just call Auntie from now on, the other two , that is, elder brother Yuan Wensheng and younger sister Yuan Xi reconciled, and we should get along well in the future, we are all family."

Yuan Wensheng's face turned red. Seeing this dazzling scene, he almost couldn't help but rushed forward. Yuan Xihe, who was sitting on the sidelines, was more calm. He grabbed his brother's wrist and dragged him out. While blinking his eyes, he asked naively: "This must be what Dad kept mentioning, my other brother? He looks so good-looking, and makes me feel so inferior~"

Saying that, Yuan Xihe simply stood up, kicked Yuan Wensheng secretly, then greeted him calmly, walked around Fan Zhilan, looked up and down, and said to Yuan Baoqiang in a reproachful tone: "Dad , It’s really unfair! Seeing how many presidents Brother Wenguang has, everyone said that I look like my father, and I was immediately scumbag when compared with others. If someone who didn’t know this saw it, who would believe that we are brothers and sisters? What? Dad, I am so sad, you have to make it up to me. "

This young daughter's behavior sounds fine at first glance, but none of the people present are fools. Yuan Xihe's meaning is clearly mocking Fan Zhilan's unclear bloodline. I don't know if it is Yuan Baoqiang's species. Otherwise, why should he look so good? Has little resemblance to Yuan Baoqiang?

Yuan Baoqiang was already a little worried, but when he heard Yuan Xihe's words, his face darkened immediately.

On the other hand, Fang Xiaoying, guilty of being a thief, hurried forward to change the subject, "Okay, Xihe, don't bother your father! Baoqiang, you have been busy all day, go eat something, and go to rest early. Wen Shengxihe, you two also Hurry up and read the book for a while, there is still class tomorrow, have you finished your homework?"

Yuan Wensheng said with a resentful face, "Okay, I'll go! Who still keeps homework after college? I'm sick..." Then the bulldozer made a huge noise and went upstairs. After a while, there was a loud bang from above. The door slams.

Yuan Xihe looked back at her mother and found that her eye circles were a little flushed again, but she suppressed it. When she looked at her, she smiled comfortingly and waved her hand. He quickly lowered his eyes, and hurried back to the bedroom without making a sound.

Fang Xiaoying waited for her sons and daughters to leave, then stood up maintaining her demeanor, nodded to Yuan Baoqiang and Fan Zhilan, and straightened her back. The back of her leaving seemed calm, but if you observe carefully, you can taste the haste. No more, no less, just right.

After Fang Xiaoying's behavior, only Yuan Baoqiang and Fan Zhilan were left, and a cook who specialized in cooking helped serve the meal, so the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but with Yuan Baoqiang's morality and Fan Zhilan's slowness, soon this The embarrassment disappeared, and the two of them had a pleasant meal.However, because the food was not to her taste, Fan Zhilan didn't eat much, she only had enough to sustain her life, so she stopped torturing herself, and after greeting Yuan Baoqiang, she also went back to her room.

Hao Yingjun has been on high alert all the time, his mung bean-sized black eyes are overwhelmed after reading this and that, and when he reaches his own territory, he immediately relaxes, sighs, and makes an exaggerated gesture of wiping his sweat, The large font was spread on Fan Zhilan's shoulders, and she sighed and said, "Fan Fan, I regret it a bit, I shouldn't have sent you to this wolf's lair for convenience and comfort, house fighting or something, this is what women need to have Skills! Let's be a man, it's a mistake to join in the fun..."

Fan Zhilan leaned forward and sat in front of the half-length vanity mirror, with her long hair hanging on her chest. He combed it gently with his ten fingers, raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at Hao Yingjun charmingly, and lowered his voice with his extremely gorgeous voice. Some said: "Women need it? Why, you still look down on women?"

Hao Yingjun froze, and his movements were frozen at the point where his waist was half stretched. He just started a yawn, and then he was frightened back alive. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling in the moment, it was worse than death.But now he doesn't care about these things, his chubby body returns to an upright sitting posture with just a slight effort, Hao Yingjun's mung bean eyes look at Fan Zhilan through the mirror, and he sings infinitely sincerely: "How could it be possible?" !Women are the greatest! Unparalleled intellect, unparalleled beauty! Flesh and flesh made of water! Spirit made of flowers! Don’t misunderstand me, Fan Fan!”

Fan Zhilan lazily untied the jade ring that bound her hair, and threw it on the table. Because the jade ring had been refined, although it was a fragile beautiful jade, its strength was no less than fine steel.A head of hair as smooth as top silk satin spread out, flowing along the back of the chair, pouring out a charming arc, his eyes rolled, and he looked at Hao Yingjun who was sweating anxiously with a smile, and the end of his voice rose, "Oh—?"

Hao Yingjun swallowed, and nodded again and again, "I just think this family is too annoying. Although we are only staying here temporarily, Fan Fan, can you bear this mess all day long? Don't I feel sorry for you!"

Fan Zhilan squinted her eyes and laughed, "I think it's quite interesting. These people are so incompatible with each other, and they have their own plans—my mother used to give me empty admonitions, and I was impatient to listen to them. The gun is placed in front of me, but I have some insights. Today, I still feel that the realm is loose. No wonder you always said before that it is easy to be stupid to cultivate immortality alone. Enlightenment is much stronger there."

After hearing this, Hao Yingjun scratched the hair on his head, pointing to his toes in embarrassment, and shyly said: "Really? Actually, I'm also talking nonsense. Before I met you, I didn't meet many people. Immortal cultivators, I really can’t give you much advice on this aspect, but in many novels, people say that, so, hehe, hehe..."

"Well, in short, you have made a great contribution! Well, I haven't made you new clothes for many days, and now I have changed to a new environment. I have done so much for myself, but I forgot about you. This is my fault. I went to the hospital today and saw a lot of fresh styles, just wait a moment, I'll make them for you right away!" After Fan Zhilan finished speaking, she raised her orchid finger, opened the slap-sized kit storage bag she carried with her, and opened it from the There is a piece of fabric of various colors inside.

Hao Yingjun sat and watched this terrible scene repeat with ashamed heart, especially wanting to cry and beg to be let go!Why!It's only been ten days of peaceful and peaceful days, why did Fan Fan think of this evil thought again!What clothes do I wear as a hamster!Even if you really have to wear it, I beg you not to wear a skirt!Fan Fan, you trust me!Look at my sincere eyes!I am a pure, pure male hamster from body to mind!Our worldviews are different! Look at me!

But this kind of shouting is futile. After years of unremitting struggle, Hao Yingjun has resigned to his fate. Fan Fan is a persistent person, and he is quite nasty in some things. The more you stop him, the worse he will be. Is full of interest.Once Hao Yingjun was clamoring to swear to the death, Fan Zhilan silently sewed eighteen sets of skirts for him, pink, orange, colorful and charming, with bright flowers delicately embroidered on them. Hao Yingjun lacked energy and was incapable of resisting. He bullied others and changed it every day, and then called a group of little maids to watch... It was a nightmare!

If Hao Yingjun still had the heart to resist when Fan Zhilan showed his iron-blooded side, but when he showed his girlish side, he was completely killed.The girl Fan Zhilan has a big killer, he can cry!

Yes, crying, the crying pear blossoms bring rain, I feel pity, the crying can turn a male hamster into a soft finger!

How to smile beautifully is of course very important, but how to cry beautifully is even more important!

Fairy Kongmeng is certainly not a weak woman like Bailianhua, she is beautiful and strong, and she does not make that unappetizing affectation.But being strong doesn't mean that you won't cry. On the contrary, once a beautiful woman with a strong image breaks the ice and sheds tears, the devastating effect is definitely much better than those who cry all day long.Tears, like being kind to others, are worthless if there are too many.

And as a trump card, when you use it, you will find that you are crying with snot and tears. The beauty, not only does not make people feel pity, but scares them away, what a fool is this?The perfect Kongmeng Fairy naturally does not allow herself to have such a flaw.She didn't know how many times she cried in front of the mirror before summing up the eight crying methods that suit her, expressing the unique beauty of each posture to the extreme.

When it came to Fan Zhilan's place, of course she couldn't relax.As many times as Fairy Kongmeng cried back then, she also made her son cry.They have different appearances and different temperaments, so of course the routes they take are different, but they all lead to the same goal, and the reason is the same, that is, all good things cannot come in vain.

Having said so much, I just want to clarify a problem - once Fan Zhilan shed tears, Hao Yingjun can only surrender unconditionally, and secretly criticize himself, why did he make Fan Fan cry?Draw a hundred times!

Hao Yingjun sat on the table in despair, recalling the past while watching Fan Fan excitedly threading needles, as if he saw his future with a bright future and a miserable future.