[69 Book Bar-www.] After leaving the gate of the Public Security Bureau, the rain stopped in an appropriate and gentle manner.

After the rain, the sunset hanging obliquely in the sky, and sometimes there may be six or seven mottled and colorful lusters filling the end of the sky. The narrow sky light shaking on Qingwu's swaying head for a long time.

She held the two children and turned around unconsciously. Her tall and straight figure was like a pineapple, standing straight behind her. When she saw her turning back, her steps stopped.

Qingwu always felt that the sky was too dazzling. The setting sun after the rain was extremely shallow. She stared at the handsome man like a pure white and mythical man, with a deep mist like sin in her eyes, and white flowers came in her eyes.

She actually really wanted to reach out to touch him, and she was having a big dream in the daytime.

But someone told her that if she is afraid of the tragedy repeating, the more incredible and beautiful things there are in her life, the less they cannot touch them.

Love is deep, meaning is strong, love is inscribed, hatred is inscription, separation is suffering, thought is emptiness, seeing... but seeing... is a dream.

Forgive her, her fear hovered over her head, like a big net with endless suffering, tightly shackles all her movements. Even if it is a dream, he has appeared in front of her, so real.

Duoduo looked up. He was not tall. From his perspective, he could just glimpse Qingwu's wide eyes, which looked like a diamond-like water in the corners of her deep and panic pupils, like a painting of ink painting with heavy tones.

I am still young for many years, but I only think it is beautiful and sad. I don’t know what is hidden deep in that ink painting.

He was only worried that the facial paralysis in front of him, which was very familiar and familiar, almost familiar with the pleasant smell in his soul, would disappear from the sight, so he encouraged his younger brother, and he would not attend class, and he would follow the police, because he was afraid that his facial paralysis would disappear.

"Mom, let him go home with us. How about going home?"

So Duoduo shook his courage and could feel that his mother was not in a good mood now, but he didn't want to separate from the facial paralysis at all. He always felt that he was very close, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but want to stick to him. He wanted to ask him to hug him. He was so tall, his palms were so wide, and his knuckles were so beautiful. He held himself and his younger brother in his arms. That feeling must be very comfortable, and he must be more comfortable than his mother, because it was spacious enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

Qingwu's back was obviously stiff.

At this time, the clever little guy also joined in the fun, but in comparison, what he could feel was not as numerous and real as many. His little childish thinking was still on the food that made people enjoy their appetites.

"Mom, brother is right. Let this facial paralysis go home with us. With him, I don't have to worry about not having snacks. He is like magic. The two balls can create endless snacks that can't be finished no matter how much you eat!"

Qingweiweiwei.

And he was so quiet that he seemed to be a quiet wandering soul, his footsteps fell on the ground, his figure was tall and full of light temperament, standing not far away from her, looking at her quietly through the damn stereotyped and cold sunglasses.

Qingwu took a deep breath and walked over. Her voice was cold. She held the weight of the raindrops falling from the eaves after the rain, and her expression was also cold. Then she asked an idiot question, "Mr. Facial paralysis, do you know me?"

She pointed at herself, aiming her eyes at her sunglasses, but her eyes were staring at her fingers. She could see that her index finger was trembling.

It must be the weather after the rain, and the steam evaporated, so it was very cold, so cold that her whole body couldn't help but tremble.

The face-paralyzing gentleman was also very suitable for the situation. After thinking for a while, Qingwu saw his eyebrows that were much dim in color and frowned habitually, and then shook her head.

The nerves on the left half of the face did not twitch, so they were dead, but the right half of the face smiled politely and apologized.

Qingwu was unhappy.

She is a woman's home, she can ask pretentiously, she can even do whatever she is pretentious, but he is a man, can men answer her questions so pretentiously?

OK, I don't know me anymore!

I don’t know me anymore, why do I want you? Why should I take you home?

"I'm sorry, my family is poor, and I have more burdens to eat with one person." Qingwu turned around and shrugged her shoulders to apologize to the two expectant children, "Sons, let's go."

At this time, facial paralysis quickly and quickly grabbed her hand. His fingertips were as sharp as green onions, and they looked like white noodles just taken out of the ice cellar. They were a little hard, but the touch was extremely clean.

Qingwu's whole body was tense, and the feeling of electric shock kept running from the place he touched. Finally, she rushed to the depths of her forehead. At this moment, her son had goose bumps.

She smiled.

He looked at his beautiful, slender but extremely thin hands like a wooden man, and smiled foolishly for a long time until he was anxious and came over to pull her clothes.

"Mom! No, the uncle who is facial paralyzed can make a lot of delicious food. The rice at home will not be less, the vegetables will not be less, and the money will not be less." As he said that, he stubbornly pulled Qingwu down, aimed it at her ear, and muttered quietly and seriously, "Just just now, I secretly took a look at the uncle who is facial paralyzed. There were so many pink little heads inside, mom, pink little heads, money!"

Qingwu is so embarrassed. This guy's wallet is not a snakeskin sack, it is not a snakeskin sack. How many pink little heads can it hold? When did her son call out so close?

Fortunately, she wanted to educate her two sons as a noble prince who regards money as dirt...

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

The man walked over and watched Xiaoxiao's actions, and the Duoduo who looked closely behind Qingwu, and a demonic smile appeared on his right half of his face, which clearly seemed to be laughing.

He gathered his hands into fists, blocking his smooth and erratic lips, and coughed twice in a concealed manner, "I can do housework."

Qingwu was angry and raised her head and yelled, "Who can't do housework? This is instinct, you have the nerve to take it out and offer it to the world!"

“…”

"I am a single mother and will probably become a widow. It is very dangerous to bring a man who doesn't know me home!"

“I can warm the bed…”

“My home is hot in summer, and there are electric blankets under the bed in winter!”

"I will...I will..."

"You can't! You can't do anything! You will just make me angry! Bastard!"

Qingwu sighed and thought, no, she couldn't hold it anymore. She thought that she had been looking forward to someone for six years, but she was still so shameless when she became shameless. She had to roar and call Ling Sicong or Zhou Jirong and ask clearly what was going on.

Is it because my brain is broken or my heart is broken? Bastard! He doesn't even know her?!

"Let me go home. I can not only make snacks, but also make people. I made both of them."

“…”

Qingwu thought, she didn't blush, she really didn't blush...
Chapter completed!