Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

But Yang Pingan let them go so likely, they just moved a little before they stepped out of the door, and then stopped in place.

It's not that they don't want to go, but they can't. Now the two of them feel like glue is sticking to the soles of their shoes, and hands are grabbing their ankles. They can't move at all.

Yang Pingan didn't expect Xue Wuling to understand what was going on in his heart before he gave the order. He had a good understanding and was very satisfied, so he looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "Let's leave something before leaving."

The two were terrified, what to keep?Keep your hands or your feet?Or leave a message?

They choose to leave a message, but...

They really don't know...

The guy seized the opportunity and said, "Boss, we really don't know anything. We were still young when your parents had an accident, and we haven't followed Uncle Lin yet!"

"Then your Uncle Lin gave my parents a sum of money back then, which was quite a lot back then. What did your Uncle Lin do before?"

"Uncle Lin is now opening a shop and bringing in newcomers. If you want to talk about it before, I heard that it was reselling antiques... I don't know the details."

Antique, another antique, Yang Pingan didn't know if he should say that he was destined to have an affair with Antique, anyway, no matter how he checked, he had something to do with Antique, although Lin Ziqiang's information did not mention anything related to Antique information, but he guessed that he would not be able to do without these two words.

Now it's really hooked.

Yang Pingan gave Xue Wuling a look: "Forget it."

These two levels are too low, so go directly to wake up Lin Ziqiang tomorrow to get the first-line communication.

Speaking of which, Yang Ping'an did not expect that Xue Wuling would put Lin Ziqiang into a coma, and he still hasn't woken up yet. He took it for granted that Xue Wuling would make something wrong with Lin Ziqiang to scare him, in order to save his life. Definitely said everything.

Yang Ping'an thought too much.

After the person left and closed the door, they could continue to sleep. Xue Wuling pulled the onion from the dry land and wanted to hug him into his arms.

Today was also a day when Yang Pingan didn't cooperate, so Xue Wuling just pulled him up, and then he could only hug him horizontally.

In fact, Xue Wuling really wants to feel Ping An jumping on him once, holding his waist with his legs. Ping An will definitely be shy when he is hugging him like this. When he turns his head, he can kiss Ping An's neck, and Ping An will be shy. She curled up in his arms.

think too much.

It is impossible for Yang Pingan to accept such a shameful hug. Accepting the princess hug that Xue Wuling wants to carry him anytime and anywhere is Yang Pingan's limit.

Carrying the person back to the bed, Xue Wuling still wanted to continue the shallow contact that he had just tried to start but was interrupted. Once he put the person on the bed, Yang Pingan lay down and didn't want to move.

His enthusiasm had been burnt clean, and he could not afford a second fire now.

Maybe it's really a bit frigid, so now Yang Ping'an doesn't want to talk to Xue Wuling anymore: "Go to sleep."

Xue Wuling, who was trying to be gentle, was struck by lightning: "Ping An, you don't need to work hard, just lie down."

"Stop it, I want to sleep." Yang Ping'an's attitude was as firm as his emotions.

He was a bit repulsive, and he didn't feel it when he was enthusiastic just now, but now he has lost it.

Xue Wuling leaned over again and wanted to kiss. Under the moonlight, he opened his lips slightly, looking good for kissing.

But Yang Ping'an suddenly began to repel him, and turned his head away from him: "Go to sleep."

Xue Wuling just wanted to kill someone impulsively, but now he really wants to rush out and kill Feng Yiran.

Ping An was obviously so enthusiastic just now...

But if you miss it, you miss it. You can only lean your head over and kiss him lightly on the cheek: "Peace, I feel bad."

"Hold on."

His peace is nothing but emotion.

Yang Pingan suspects that there is something wrong with him. If he is frigid, it is not enough. Occasionally he is still a little impulsive, and his body feels very sensitive, but sometimes he is very repulsive, and all five senses of the body are also indifferent.

As if such a thing should not be the same.

The sequelae of Taoist priests in the previous life?

Xue Wuling already vaguely believed that Ping An was his master Li Daoxuan, so he was seriously wondering if it was a sequela of Taoism.

But what is the master like?

He couldn't think of that person's appearance at all in his mind. From everything he knew so far, he knew that he loved Master very much. One by one, it is impossible for him not to love Li Daoxuan.

Now he has forgotten about Li Daoxuan and only loves Yang Ping'an, so Yang Ping'an is of course Li Daoxuan's reincarnation.

But what was the peace he loved in the past?

He couldn't think of outlines.

Xue Wuling meditated deeply in his heart, trying to find some traces of the past, but the picture in his mind disappeared in a flash.

But it shook Xue Wuling's entire world.

He saw himself hugging Li Daoxuan from behind, their clothes were in disarray, Li Daoxuan's hem was lifted up, revealing his two bare legs, his head was raised as if trying to endure something, his expression was tense, he was about to collapse, he Trembling, said.

"Mingshan...stop..."

He hugged Li Daoxuan's waist, and it was self-evident what the two of them were doing with their bodies stacked together.

What he cared about was Li Daoxuan's expression, which was very, very painful, not physically, but from the physical point of view, his expression was greatly impacted by pleasure.

That kind of pain comes from the soul, from Xue Wuling, who is behind him who violates human relations.

Is Ping An still in pain?

Xue Wuling was delving into this question in his heart.

So did Ping An still hate him?

Yang Pingan didn't know that Xue Wuling had traced the cause of his frigidity back to his previous life, and he didn't know that the two people they let go had already gone to the police station.

Since the two of them can't be cured by a horse, let the people's police come forward. Anyway, the monk can't hide from the temple, Xue Wuling can't hide, and Yang Ping'an can't be hidden.

The policeman on duty in the middle of the night was a young lady. She was swiping her mobile phone boredly. Usually, girls were not allowed to be on the night shift.

The four chickens exploded in a row, and a voice also exploded outside the door: "Police! I'll call the police! I'll report the criminal."

The young lady quickly put down her mobile phone and got ready for business reception. A stack of papers fell in front of her face. The woman excitedly opened it and pointed to the face of the person on it: "This person, this person, his origin is unknown, he is a criminal."

ah? ? ? ? ?

The young lady thought to herself, it has been 9102 years, how can such a well-developed one have black households?

Look at the face the finger is pointing at again, huh?Isn't this the loving couple?Speaking of which, they did not see Xue Wuling's ID card last time, and because his suspicion was not high, they did not investigate carefully.

"He may be a fugitive, and there may be someone killed on him." Feng Yiran said convincingly, anyway, Xue Wuling is really a criminal. It is hard to find criminals these days, and there must be something invisible on his body.

So Yang Pingan, who had only been asleep for half an hour, was disturbed and woke up again, because the police uncle came to arrest the black household who carried his life.

Yang Pingan's aura of getting up was about to reach its peak tonight, he opened the door again, and said angrily, "What's the matter this time?"

After finishing speaking, I saw the policeman in uniform showing his police ID: "Is Xue Wuling there?"

Yang Ping'an's mood returned to calm: "What's the matter?"

"We have received a report here, and we want to ask Xue Wuling to cooperate with our investigation." As soon as he finished speaking, the police on both sides were about to push him away and enter the house.

"What's up?"

Xue Wuling's voice sounded behind him, Yang Pingan turned around and saw him standing behind him, and then looked at the policeman in front of him, thinking that Feng Yiran was probably the only one who could report them at this time.

"Okay, let's go with you, let's go back and change clothes first."

"Let's go like this." The police comrades looked at the two of them vigilantly. The level of defense in their hearts was to mark these two people as high-risk. One is a person who takes in fugitives from black households.

Who is not afraid of this? ? ?

What if these two men pulled out their guns?They handle cases in an ordinary way, and they don't want to play a shootout in the middle of the night!

The two high-risk elements were suppressed by the police uncle and brought back to the police station for investigation.

Yang Ping'an was very calm, and didn't believe that the police could find anything wrong with Xue Wuling, a ghost who had just appeared.

The police checked the fingerprints and the database. Xue Wuling was an innocent black householder, and his innocent head of the household was wearing pajamas on a chair waiting for his acquittal.

Uncle policeman is very confused, he is such an innocent gangster. Over the past 20 years, he has not been able to detect any faults, and he can't even feel the existence of the past. Could it be that he is still a gangster who grew up in a foreign country?

Feng Yiran, who hid far away, was also very confused. She couldn't say that this gangster was following the metaphysical route, so she asked the police to crack down on feudal superstition.

Xue Wuling wants to wring the head of this woman Feng Yiran very much now, but for the sake of safety, he is calmly waiting for the investigation, and at the same time, he silently feels sorry for Ping An. His Ping An slept for two hours today, and the sleep of ten hours only reached a corner .

Yang Pingan couldn't help yawning all the time, raised his hand to cover his wide open mouth, his head was still functioning consciously, now he must find nothing out of Xue Wuling, but how to deal with it later?Do you want to apply for an ID card for Xue Wuling?

The police lady looked at Yang Ping'an's pensive and gradually sleepy look, and then slowly fell on the shoulder of the man beside him. The man stretched out his arms to wrap his shoulders and put his head firmly.

The little sister looked sour, what kind of black family love is this?There seemed to be countless scenes floating in front of the young lady's eyes.

In the difficult days, that lonely homeless man met the only other person in this world who was willing to take him in.

The two husbands and wives both returned the home and ran an antique shop in a dull manner, letting the years go by and the time rush.

When Frost Snow climbed to the sideburns, that generous big hand gently hugged him, still only leaving his shoulders to the only one.

The luckiest thing in my life is to meet you.

Xue Wuling said so.

The little sister ate the supper and chicken soup brought by her boyfriend, feeling uninteresting, and just wanted to woo woo woo the poignant love between the black households.

However, Shuangxue couldn't climb Xue Wuling's temples, Xue Wuling only wanted to climb on Yang Ping'an.

In the middle of the night, the black household has no stains and will be released. After all, the black household is not a crime, and there is nothing wrong with it, just fill in the household registration.

Yang Pingan woke up when the black household tried to pick him up, pushed him away and said that he would not accept hugging, even if he was hugging around at home, take him out of the police station?

Coupled with his increasingly weak anemic face, the picture is too poignant, right?Those who didn't know thought it was gangster sadomasochism.

Xue Wuling wanted to wait for Feng Yiran to come out of the police station, but safe sleep was more important. They would go home now, and they could catch up on the rest of the night's sleep. Driven by Yang Pingan's supremacy, the two returned home.

Feng Yiran was still hiding in the police station and didn't dare to go out. She asked the police lady to go out a few times to make sure that Xue Wuling was no longer outside, but she still didn't dare to go out.

She was very puzzled to the police lady: "Don't black households break the law?"

The young lady's expression was incomprehensible: "As long as the black households don't break the law, they won't break the law. Just get the household registration. There were still some black households in our country a few years ago, and they were all handled. Is it possible to catch a black household and beat a black household to death?" The young lady laughed at her mercilessly with the facts.

Feng Yiran had nothing to say, still worried and fearful. Because she overestimated her own existence, she waited anxiously for two hours at the police station before she was sure that Xue Wuling would not be squatting at her, and hurried out to go home.

Yang Ping'an fell asleep right after returning home, and slept until the sun was high, until he was woken up by the hot sunlight pouring into the window. After lunch, Yang Ping'an began to think about the household registration of Xue Wuling. for a return visit.

After much deliberation, Yang Pingan called Zhou Xi, asking him to do a small favor.

The author has something to say: hold back a long period of ancient plot...