Chapter 85

Lin Xuan was stunned for a while, brimming with a smile, "that still uses to guess, who are you, so fierce, talk about an agent, certainly talk about a success."

Qin's poems and poems snapped their fingers with pride, "smart!"

Immediately, she is micro frown Yu, "however, said also strange, I went to renjitang, nothing to talk about, that person in charge let me sign the contract."

"Oh! How wonderful Luo Ping's ear is sharp, hear Qin's poetry talk, she stood up again, warmly welcomed up, "I'm really worthy of being my good daughter, as expected, I didn't let my mother down."

Qin Zhenhua also sat up straight, "poetry, really talk about it?"

Qin Shi Shi nodded, "yes, Dad, it's done."

Luo Ping turned her eyes and glared at Lin Xuan. She was extremely disgusted and sneered: "my daughter is so excellent. Her life is bad. She married such a waste. That dead swindler, what nonsense "Wang wife"! What are you still in a daze? After a hard day of poetry, you don't have to go and cook. "

Qin's poems and poems quickly corrected the color and said, "Ma!"

"Isn't it? If you don't use it, you'll have to live for nothing and you'll lose him to make a meal? If I could share a little bit with poetry, it would not have been so hard for my daughter to be a person after her predecessors. "

Luo Ping's expression is really a typical shrew image.

Lin Xuan didn't argue, but looked at Qin Shi Shi Shi and said, "I'll cook. You'll have a rest. It'll be fine soon."

"I'll help you."

Qin poetry said, from Lin Xuan hand, took those dishes, ready to go to the kitchen to help fight.

Lin Xuan just wanted to speak, Luo Ping looked at the situation, it is hair, roared and roared: "Lin Xuan! Are you getting less and less aware of the rules at home? Poetry is so hard to work outside to earn money, for you to eat and live, to support you in vain, you even make a meal, do you want to be lazy? "

"Mom, you're going to make a fool of yourself again, aren't you?" Qin poetry glared at Luo Ping.

Luo Ping is even more furious, pointing to her nose, "Qin poetry, I nonsense? I'm your mother! I love my daughter. I'm bullied by useless losers. For your good, you don't know what's good and what's wrong, and say I'm a fool? "

"Lin Xuan, it's all you. You're such a waste. I'm really blind. How can I let you get into trouble?"

"I'll make it clear today. In this house, either listen to me or you'll get out of the house immediately."

She said, while picking up one side of the broom, pointing to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan frowned and looked at the poems of Qin Dynasty. Her face was very ugly.

Recently, Luo Ping is the most difficult poet in the middle.

One is his mother, the other is her husband.

Although her husband is not real, but, I do not know why, recently, Lin Xuan always gives her great warmth.

In other words, after three years of company, in fact, Qin's poetry has already had some feelings for Lin Xuan, which is not necessarily love or dependence.

For three years, Lin Xuan was at home, washing clothes, cooking, mopping the floor, even kneeling durian. The human body accelerated the ripening of durian. He worked hard and never complained.

Accompany her morning run every day, "pick up" her to and from work, rain or shine, even if secretly follow, maintain a certain distance.

But people's heart is flesh long, Qin poetry can also feel Lin Xuan's deep affection for her.

Even though he may not really fall in love with himself, he is doing something that makes her incomparably moved.

The fragments of life and subtle feelings seem to have made Qin poetry used to the days of Lin Xuan.

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!