Chapter 426 Son, your mother said that the flashlight was a token of love

The result of talking but brainstorming was that Leng Qingzhu pit himself and his face was flushed.

She really didn't mean it, she just remembered the famous sketch "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow", and remembered that there was a flashlight in the love token given to Aunt Baiyun by Uncle Heitu, and it was also listed as a household appliance.

The flashlight slipped into her pocket haphazardly, and she casually said "Nothing!" "Flee in panic.

Leng Xiangbei didn't care to ask Fu Yingshao what else he had, so he hurriedly chased after him.

In the courtyard, only Fu Yingshao was left standing in place, his eyes crossed the earthen wall, followed the figure of Leng Qingzhu, and muttered: "Token of love!" ”

He turned to look at Mei Shao and Zhu Bao in the grass shed: "Son, your mother said that the flashlight is a token of love!" ”

He is like a child with a baby in his hand, eager to share it with others, but he does not want many people to know.

"Love tokens, only if you love each other, what you send can be said to be love tokens, right?"

Meishao glanced at him lazily, and turned her head to grind with Zhubao's sideburns.

Fu Yingshao pursed his lips, and there was envy in his heart, when would he be able to be intimate with Leng Qingzhu like this.

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Leng Xiangbei caught up with his sister, took the flashlight from her hand, and looked at it curiously: "There is such a small thing?" ”

It's just the size of a palm, and it's really convenient: "I really didn't expect that this person is quite delicate." ”

Leng Qingzhu pursed his lips and nodded, yes, he was originally a very careful person, but he was a person who cared about himself.

As for others, they are as cold as icebergs, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

The flashlight was stuffed back into Leng Qingzhu's hand, and she cherished it back into her pocket.

Leng Xiangbei looked at his sister's movements, and his heart suddenly moved: In fact, such a strong and gentle Fu Yingshao is very suitable for his stupid sister.

Take the greatest patience to tolerate her and cherish her with the deepest affection.

Let her be impulsive, willful, and be able to tolerate everything she has, mess around with her, and help her clean up the mess without complaint.

Compared with Ye Wenchuan's bastard, it is much more reliable.

When you think about it, it doesn't matter.

He was thinking about his thoughts, and Leng Qingzhu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Leng Xiangbei followed her gaze. The wooden gate of Yu Shuyun's house was replaced with an iron gate more than two meters high.

"Guan Haipeng changed it, and it is said that it was found at the scrap yard and welded by someone. Such an iron gate is high, and it can be locked, and it is not afraid that someone will break in in the middle of the night, you don't look at the wall, there is a row of glass ballast, not to mention the night, even if it is daytime, you can't get in. ”

Leng Qingzhu was really surprised this time: "This guy is okay with things, he is very particular." ”

At this time, iron is not cheap, and the wooden gate is really incomparable with the iron gate.

"Well, in fact, a person who pays attention to righteousness, often thinks of himself as a hero, and thinks that he is the descendant of Dadao Guan Sheng, but it is precisely because of this that it is easy to be fooled by people with a heart, for the so-called righteousness, do something that is not brainy, in fact, the nature is not bad."

"I see." Leng Qingzhu was curious: "He seems to be very evasive of you?" Fourth brother, do you have a festival between you? ”

"Well, this guy used to take a few people to dominate the brick factory and bully people, and there was a little unpleasantness between us, and then he left the brick factory, but it's all in the past, and it's not interesting to mention this now."

Leng Qingzhu thought of that tall guy, he really looked shrewd, otherwise he wouldn't have been picked up by Liu Zili to make that oolong.

Her gaze turned to the Cheng family, whose door was closed next door: "Their family hasn't come back yet?" ”