Chapter 1327

"Hey, your husband, my personal charm, will conquer this foreign girl!" Lin Xuan is very witty.

Qin poetry murmured a small mouth, a capital "Oh", but sent out a sour taste of breaking the vinegar jar, "originally, this Julie Christine, like you?"

"Ha ha ha, you are still so beautiful when you are jealous!"

Lin Xuan laughed.

"Who's jealous? Don't stink. I'm not jealous!"

Qin poetry murmured, red Dudu face, denied, argued, "really want to eat your dry vinegar, I have long been lemon."

"You don't think I can't see, that big star Murong Hanxiao, and that Lori Tang Xiaoying, they are interested in you."

"If I want to be jealous, will not all my teeth be sour?"

Lin Xuan smashed his mouth and said with a frank smile, "that's right. Ha ha ha, I know that my good poems are reasonable and gorgeous."

Qin Shishi giggled, "well, of course I understand you."

"But it's normal that you're so charming and like girls."

"Three thousand weak waters, only one scoop." Lin Xuan sighed, "my love for you is like a tractor going up the mountain! with vigour and vitality! Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

"Playboy!" Qin's poems and poems were ridiculed in her arms, and the two were closely linked. They were just like the first love between lovers, the green and the tender.

At that time.

Ji Wan'er was also on the same plane, but she left the Shenzhen market frustrated and indifferent to everything around her.

Even in the airport, Lin Xuan's figure touched her heart a little, but it didn't ripple.

At this moment, she left Shenzhen, is a dead heart, like a grain of dust lost in the desert, everywhere for home, but can not find home.

Therefore, after boarding the plane, she did not pay attention to the passengers on the plane.

Of course, Lin Xuan and Qin poetry also realized that Ji Wan'er had taken a flight with them, so they deliberately avoided it.

After this long confrontation, Lin Xuan didn't want to go this time. He and Qin poetry started a honeymoon like trip abroad. What happened again.

He only wants to be satisfied with a sweet poem on his honeymoon.

……

Shenzhen City, Yunwu Mountain, hillside villa.

In the living room.

Luo Ping arms around her chest, a black face, from time to time to turn her eyes on beads, looking to one side of Qin Zhenhua.

She tried to speak several times, but she didn't.

Qin Zhenhua still, not much sense of existence, holding the TV remote control, switching to the TV station.

"Qin Zhenhua, are you paralyzed every day? Now that Lin Xuan is dead, it's time for us as parents to make good plans for poetry. "

After all, Luo Ping didn't resist. She took the lead in speaking, breaking the silence. She was not very friendly to Qin Zhenhua.

Qin Zhenhua raised his eyes, squinted at her, slightly stretched his muscles and bones, and did not answer.

"Hello, Qin Zhenhua, are you deaf or mute? Didn't you hear me talking to you

Luo Ping felt that she was ignored by Qin Zhenhua. She immediately blew her hair and the lion roared fiercely.

Qin Zhenhua impatiently and leisurely said: "hear, what do you want to do?"

"Qin Zhenhua, you'll be a loser all your life. Now that your daughter has encountered such a thing, you should always think more about it for her, and find another husband's family for her?"

Luo Ping said forcefully, "in the past, it was because of the short-lived ghost of Lin Xuan. Now that he is dead, poetry will definitely give up his heart. We have to carefully select from these famous families in Shenzhen market to see which family has more money and which young man is not married yet..."

"Poetry was delayed by Lin Xuan's short-lived ghost. Now even if you marry those young masters, you will be married for the second time. It is not very competitive. However, if you have a model, you can still have a chance."

Qin Zhenhua completely seems not to listen to, silent for a long time, he admonished Luo Ping, "you just stop a little, OK?"

"Lin Xuan has just died, and his body is not cold. If you go to talk about marriage with Shi Shi, do you think she will take care of you?"

Luo Ping "bah, bah, bah" vomited a few mouthfuls, "what bones are cold, this kind of waste, dead call dead pig dead dog."

"I'm worried about poetry now. That's what I'm going to do to prepare for the rainy days. I'll look for poetry first."

"It's like you, you do nothing all day long!"

Qin Zhenhua was completely speechless. "Luo Ping, don't forget, what poetry did to you at the funeral. Don't look for trouble."

Luo Ping jumps out of the sofa and grabs her slippers. Like a vicious dog, she presses down on Qin Zhenhua and the bottom of her slipper, greeting Qin Zhenhua.While she was waving her slippers, she swore, "Qin Zhenhua, you margobi, what are you doing so hard for? You never think about your daughter's future, you useless rubbish

"I plan for my daughter's future. If you don't help me, I'll forget it. I'm also full of vulgarity and bitterness. I'll throw cold water on my mother. I'll kill you and let you go down to accompany Lin Xuan's short-lived ghost!"

Luo Ping's shrewdness has always been Qin Zhenhua's irresistible. It was, is, and will be.

A shrew like Luo Ping can be provoked by several people.

In the kitchen, the busy aunt Tang poked out her head a little and glanced at the living room. She drew back and continued to work.

I'm not used to such scenes.

However, she is thinking, poetry has not seen her for several days, where she went?

Can't it be because after a Xuan died, poetry can't be happy, also follow a Xuan to go?

As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly trembled and walked out of the kitchen.

When she came to the living room, she coughed cautiously. Then, in a tone of no great or small, "madam, master, I suddenly think of something..."

Luo Ping slightly released her hand, raised her head and cast a cold glance at Aunt Tang, "you are a servant. What do you think of? I have a half dime relationship with my mother

Aunt Tang frowned, and regardless of Luo Ping's willingness to listen to her, she said calmly: "madam, have you not noticed that poetry has not been home for several days. If she is not in the Teana KTV club, I am a little bit I'm a little worried that she won't be happy and will do stupid things... "

After hearing the speech, Luo Ping is also a light in front of her eyes. She is astonished. She throws Qin Zhenhua aside, takes a breath of cold air, blinks at the beads quickly, and thinks about it. "Do you mean that she is sad and sad because Lin Xuan's short-lived ghost is dead, and will seek suicide?"

Although Qin Zhenhua was beaten by Luo Ping's slipper sole, he was also a little flustered after listening to Aunt Tang's words, "won't it? Poetry, will you not think of it

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