Warm tea and wine

Prison—one on earth and one on heaven!Women wearing men's harakiri, men wearing women's rotten belly! "Mo Xue complained silently.

"He won't make money, will he?" Wen Xi was still worried.

"She's a woman, and she's in that kind of place. She can't speak, and she doesn't have a stake—naturally, it's fine. At worst, I'll make a psychological suggestion." Ye Kongyin said carelessly.

After several people had been discussing, it was Ye Kongyin who came forward to sell Ji Chuanche, no, it was Jin Cancan, his new name—the same JJC.

Ling Hua and Wen Xi went to Mao Qin's boudoir to get back the jade carving that made Wen Xi's parents die.

Wen Xi stood in front of the jade carving, looking at the jade carving, her cautious fingertips hardly dared to touch the piece of jade.He took a few deep breaths, and said to Ling Hua who had a calm expression on one side: "Can you sell this piece of jade to me?"

Ling Hua raised his eyebrows: "Ah, didn't this piece of jade disappear in the commotion of the wedding? Why did you ask me to sell it to you?"

Wen Xi laughed dumbfounded, bowed his head: "Thank you."

Ling Hua turned around, "No, don't say thank you, I want to thank you for leaving Adu to me." After speaking, he left.

Wen Xi fixed his eyes on the piece of jade, put it into the bracelet, and left leisurely.

He knew that everything was settled.

He knows what he wants now.

It was as if he knew that Gu Jiuran was waiting for him downstairs.

There is a poem that says this:

"You look at the scenery from the bridge,

Viewers are looking at you upstairs.

The bright moon adorns your windows.

You decorate other people's dreams. "

He is now running towards his dream.

So, under the bright sunshine, there was a pair of lingering lovers, their breath was warm, and their lips and teeth almost melted.

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85. Fanwai: Yang Fan's children's learning practice report...

Time flies, youth is hard to stay, in a blink of an eye, Yang Du and Ling Hua spent seven years together, entering the rumored seven-year itch.

Ling Hua was wearing a soft bathrobe and sitting sideways on the sofa, his slender jade white legs stretched out from under the hem of the clothes, his pink toes pointed at the coffee table in front of the sofa, the strings of his feet were graceful, and the line of his calves was perfect.There is a small wooden coffee table on the sofa with a piece of jade on it.He frowned his pretty eyebrows, pinched the thin tip of the knife with fingers embedded with pink nails, and the bluish jade set off the rosy pink mass on his fingertips. Seeing his careful but smooth carving method, it really is "" The knife is like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and the slender fingers break through the jade layer."

Little Baozi Yang Fan just stood in the living room with his homework book in his arms, staring dumbfounded.

A beauty dad is a beauty, with good-looking slender legs, good-looking soft hair, good-looking slender eyes, and even the carved things are also good-looking.

As soon as Ling Hua raised his head, he saw his little bun looking at him stupidly, with an unattractive and self-obsessed look on his face, with countless black lines falling down.

"Little friend Yang Fan," Ling Hua said suddenly.

"Ah, here!" Yang Fan immediately put his legs close to his hands and put his hands on his trousers, and sewed a look like a good baby. The homework book on his chest rolled down, unfolded, and fell to the ground.

Ling Hua just saw a line of big thorns and crooked words on the homework book so clearly - "My Dad".

Ling Hua suddenly sighed with emotion, and looked at the little boy Yang Fan with soft eyes: "Baozi, I wrote the composition, come here, let Dad have a look."

Little friend Yang Fan rolled over immediately, and did not forget to present the treasure to the Empress Dowager Ling holding the homework book.

Empress Dowager Ling put down the carving knife and took the notebook with a smile, and began to listen to Yang Fan’s recitation—after listening to a few sentences, she suddenly had the urge to pick up the carving knife to meet the gods and kill gods, rather than putting down the butcher knife to become a Buddha immediately .

Little friend Yang Fan didn't know anything about it, his face was flushed with excitement and he shook his head, using his missing front teeth and full of air leaks to read aloud like aristocratic Zheng Taiyin arias:

"My father is the most gorgeous and beautiful father in the world. It is said that it is because he is hunxue. His dioke is very good, so many mad bees and langdie are chasing him to ask for his father dioke!"

Empress Dowager Ling covered her chest with one hand—what do you mean by "many bees, waves and butterflies chasing him"!

"Although Du Niang is the prettiest in my mind now, but Dad is more talented than him."

Very good, very good, now I know that I like women... Empress Dowager Ling is feeling all sorts of unhappy, can I not compare to a Du Niang!What a joke!

"... Dad sings ge very nicely, but he always likes to sing it to Du Niang in the middle of the night..." Yang Fan continued——

When Ling Hua heard this, he felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Baozi, when did I sing to Du Niang in the middle of the night?"

Yang Fan squeezed the paper and blinked his watery eyes: "Every day."

Ling Hua suddenly felt bad——

Sure enough, Little Baozi Yang Fan said: "Dad always likes to close the door and sing every night, only for Du Niang. This is what my father said. He also said that Dad loves Du Niang the most..."

Ling Hua gritted his teeth: This Du Niang—I'm afraid it's Yang Du's XX dress!

[Yang Du: I'm still wronged, what Du Niang!I'm talking about Du Yang! 】

"But my father is very poor. The mosquitoes are happy to replace him. There are red scars all over his body, and he can't get rid of his cock all year round..."

Ling Hua couldn't take it anymore!

"Huo—" stood up, Ling Hua sneered and took away the homework book, and threw it on the coffee table with a "slap"!

"Little Yang Fan." Empress Dowager Ling looked down at Yang Fan who was shrouded in her own shadow: "Your masterpiece is nonsense, do you know what it means?"

Little friend Yang Fan shook his head foolishly, pulled the hem of his clothes and replied timidly: "No, I don't know..."

"The representative will be torn up and rewritten by the teacher, and he will be fined to copy five times, ten times or even fifty times!" Looking at the pale face of the little boy Yang Fan, he decided that there should be a live version of killing chickens and monkeys, so that he can learn from his mistakes and put down his pen. Become a Buddha immediately!

So Ling Hua picked up the carving knife and slashed a piece of scrap on one side!It's a clean break!Looking at the shivering little Yang Fan, Ling Hua said earnestly: "Look, a work like this is just like your masterpiece, if you can't sell it, you won't be able to sell it!"

"I'll keep your masterpiece first—you write another one, about your father! Do you understand?"

Yang Fan flinched——

"What are you shaking?" Ling Hua wondered.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...--" Yang Fan burst into tears and fell into Ling Hua's arms, weeping heavily, his voice choked up: "Baba... I wrote what you wrote... poor, all, all... scolded... for writing Daddy ...I wrote poorly...I will be beaten..."

Yo, is this kid asking for a life-saving talisman?Or are you accusing Sang, scolding Huai and accusing yourself of murdering him?Ling Hua was very helpless, so he had no choice but to hug Shun Mao and touch: "Don't you understand if you write more good things? Silly child, why are you crying..."

A small piece of the bathrobe on his body was already wet, and it was cold against Ling Hua's belly. He didn't care, picked up Yang Fan and sat on the sofa to wipe his tears: "Good boy, Baozi, don't cry."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-—" Yang Fan's eyes kept drifting towards Yang Fan.

"Let's talk, did you cause trouble?" Ling Hua said lightly while holding a tissue. This child is really a typical representative of endless mischief in life. Who knows if he will invite parents again?

Yang Fan was sobbing, lowered his head, and played with the hem of his clothes, but didn't speak.

"Don't tell me, no one can help you." Ling Hua stuffed a box of tissues into his hand and stood up.

Yang Fan immediately hugged tightly, and the moist and warm tears once again swept away Ling Hua's soft and warm heart.

Ling Hua turned around helplessly, picked up Yang Fan and sat on the sofa, letting him sit on top of him.

"Please parents?" Ling Hua asked with a good temper.

"Hmm..." Yang Fan hiccupped from crying, looked at Ling Hua timidly, and took out a crumpled test paper from his pocket.

Linghua's final test paper slowly unfolded, a fresh duck egg shone on the ground on the white and tender test paper, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Natural test paper?"

The little bun lowered his head in shame.

"Please write down how you got here." Ling Hua reckoned that this question was created by the teacher to use the children's endless imagination, but how did it become in Yang Fan's hands——

"... I was born by my father... I was raised by my father... Our family of three lives happily together..."

The following comment: Yang Fan, boys and girls are unattainable, father is father, but if you say you were born by father, then father is 0, not 1 or 0.5, I will give you the number you want.

Ling Hua stared at the sky speechlessly, the rotten female teacher killed people!

"Dad, I need to sign..."

Ling Hua picked up a pen to sign for him, and stroked his limp hair.

"Don't tell him..."

Ling Hua understood and nodded.

"But... I can't write about my father..."

Ling Hua grinned: "If you don't understand, go to Baidu." Du Niang will tell you everything.

Yang Fan finally broke through his tears and laughed, hugging Ling Hua and rubbing against him: "Thank you, Dad." He also leaned closer to Ling Hua, gave a "baji" and jumped off him, and happily returned with his little panda slippers. room to go.

"Hey——" Ling Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, touched his face, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, really."

"What's the real thing? Baby." As soon as the door turned, Yang Du pushed it open and came in, looking at Ling Hua with a smile.

Ling Hua stopped smiling immediately, turned his face away, and simply ignored him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Du smiled.

"What is this?" Yang Du saw the notebook on the coffee table with sharp eyes, picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help being amused: "Hey, this——"

"laugh, laugh at you