Chapter 238

Buying a house is a life event.

Qin Guanglin turned around to discuss such a big matter.

That serious appearance, as if you can buy it right away - why don't you rebut him on the other end of the mobile phone, put down a sentence, and then say it again, don't bother to think about these things with him.

Don't say you don't have money now. Even if you have money, you have to choose the address, the house type and the number of floors It's too early to talk about it.

Chat to the middle of the night hang up video, Qin Guanglin lying in bed toss and turn can't sleep.

Living together for a long time, I'm not used to sleeping alone.

These days will last more than ten days It's hard.

The moon sank in the west, and the stars faded.

In the dark, he fumbles to sit up and turn on the light, puts on a piece of clothes for himself, sits at the desk, finds out the plan that Chen Rui gave him during the day, and ponders it carefully.

Dim sum is always right when it comes to work. Whether it's for making money or Chen Rui's kindness, it's worth a lot of effort.

In the middle of seeing the thick information, Qin Guanglin yawned and saw that it was more than three o'clock in the morning. Then he put down his pen and paper, turned off the light, lay back on the bed, and slowly went to sleep with his quilt.

Qin Guanglin thought that maybe this year he really wasted his luck and was not discouraged. There was nothing to do anyway. He simply drew some simple big head drawings. He looked at the lines he had with the lines. Several actions were added to three public dialogues, one edition of four cartoons, and the official account.

No matter whether there is anyone to see it or not, it's also a memory to leave it to yourself. It's still a little surprise to pretend to find it when you've accumulated more.

Qin Ma went into the studio to see the little people he drew for a while. Hey, it's very interesting.

She reached out and said, "add me in!"

“……”

Qin Guanglin scratched his head and looked back at his mother. Speechless, he drew out a big cute figure on the other side, "is this OK?"

"Yes, that's good!" Mom Qin is happy. She is not so good at painting She looked at it carefully, turned and went out to the painting room, "hurry to finish what you have done, and buy new year's goods with me."

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin answered and looked at the drawing board, lost in thought.

It's like Can you add them to my father-in-law?

When we get married, we can add children I don't know how many people can draw. I have to discuss this with you later. You can't just draw people and send them to the Internet.

With this in mind, he didn't linger in the studio any longer. He went out to put on his coat, put on the scarf he had chosen, put on his hat, and went out with his mother to buy new year's goods.

As the Spring Festival approaches, little pangdun'er blows up firecrackers everywhere every day. After a pile of dog excrement splashes all over the sky, he is beaten severely. Then he deprives himself of the right to set off firecrackers and runs around the street with a screaming chicken.

"Ga ~ ~"

The tormenting noise made Qin Guanglin frown, "fat duner, come here."

"What's the matter, Ringo?"

Little chubby boy's face turned red with cold. He leaned over with a white chill in his mouth. He was still squeezing the poor chicken in his hand.

"Is this chicken crowing miserably?"

"Ah! ——It's a good cry. "

Qin Guanglin lowered himself and said mysteriously, "I know a child who pinches it every day. Do you know what happened later?"

"What's the matter?" Little fat Dun looked at his expression, inexplicably some bad premonition.

"Later, one day in the middle of the night, the chicken suddenly came to life. He got into the bed and pecked at his chicken. EEE, it seemed to hurt." Qin Guanglin patted little fat duner on the shoulder, looked at him sympathetically and shook his head.

"You should cover the quilt well at night. Don't let it get in."

“……”

Little pangdun'er had a cold somewhere. He opened his eyes and looked at the shrieking chicken in his hand. He subconsciously wanted to pinch it, but he couldn't do it.

It's scary.