Chapter 240： Don't mention black history!

Chapter 240 Black History Don't mention it!

Cloud painting the whole person is like being thundered!

She stared at a person with a disability and was sitting on the sofa in her house, watching photos with her mother!

When she was a child, there were few photos at all, but the neck holding Erha was dragged by Erha, which is definitely her iconic black history!

Black can't be black anymore!

"mom!"

When the cloud painting left the baggage, it rushed toward Jiang Yanqing and reached for the photo.

Jiang Lanqing hastened to collect it well, and he did not give it to the cloud: "Be careful, don't break it. This one, even the film is not. I went to the photo studio to help people make a few more shots."

"Mom!" Cloud painted her teeth, and she glared at Bo Siqing. "How are you here?"

"How to say it!" Jiang Yanqing took a look at the cloud painting. "The first two days, Xiaosi called me and said thank you for visiting him. I will discuss with the small department. If he has no place to recuperate, he will first Come here and say good to Chu Yu, and everyone has agreed to let Xiaosi live in his house! It is a matter of many chopsticks, it is very convenient!"

Cloud painting bite his teeth, "Is it good in the last two days?"

"Yeah, we said it on Thursday, the small company arrived on Friday night."

"..." Cloud painting is speechless.

She turned her head and screamed at the hustle and bustle. It’s no wonder that when they went to the provincial capital on Friday night, Chu said that they didn’t have to go to the research hospital to see Bo Siqing!

This is also a visit to a ghost, people are running home!

Chu Yu directly turned to look at the ceiling chandelier, only when I did not feel the cloud painting that almost "killing" eyes. Is that his boss, rebel against the boss? Look for death.

“Drawing is not welcome?” Bo Siqing smiled and opened his mouth, so how much more owing to the flat would be more flat.

Under the eyes of Jiang Yanqing, Yunxiao said with a smile, "Welcome, of course welcome!"

Cloud painting and Chu Yu have not eaten dinner, Jiang Yanqing went to give them dinner.

Bosi Qing Chongyun paintings beckoning, "Taro, come and sit."

Cloud painting sat in the past and did not say with good spirits: "Why!"

Bo Siqing reached out and grabbed her head: "What do you say?"

"Don't move my hair, I'm not a cat or a dog, it's not a touch of the head." Cloud painting opened his hand.

Her movements were a bit too big, and when she was rushing, she slammed her face and her face was a little bit painful.

The cloud painting was shocked and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, is it pulling the wound? Or is it going to the fracture? You should not be discharged!"

Bo Siqing stared at the cloud painting for a few seconds, and suddenly he showed a smile: "Cheat you. Shantou, you still worry about me."

"..." Cloud painting is so itch.

"Drawing, come over and bring the soup to the end." Jiang Yanqing shouted in the kitchen.

The cloud painting shook his nose from Bosi, leaving a bad look, and went to the kitchen to taste the soup.

"This is a black fish soup. It is especially good for the recovery of the patient's wounds. I used to give a small bowl to the small department. The big bowl is too hot. Also, call me, I will give you the dumplings." Just fine," said Jiang Lanqing.

Cloud painting looks at the bowl of milky white and fragrant fish soup in my hand. I really think that Bo Siqing is her mother's birth!

"Auntie's craft is awesome." Bo Siqing saw the fish soup and sincerely praised it.

Cloud painting put the fish soup down, bent down and bowed down, said to Bo Siqing: "As long as you think, some people who are better than my mother's craftsmanship are rushing to make soup for you. What are you doing at my house? Don't take care of my mother. That set of words fools me!"

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(End of this chapter)