Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 525 With Uncle in Hand, I Have the World (48)

"Of course I am proud that I have found a good husband."

He winked at Deng Jinghui, and before he could react, he raised his foot and ran away. The playful appearance made Deng Jinghui look at him, shook his head helplessly, and reminded Chu Yi with a smile. I'm going to fall because of playing around.

It didn't work out as expected, just after Deng Jinghui reminded her, someone stepped on the heel of the first day of junior high school, and she jumped forward, and the person facing her face turned out to be a baby the size of a little finger. pebbles.

"Ye Suian, try running around!"

There was no pain as imagined, when Chuyi opened his closed eyes, he saw Deng Jinghui lying on the ground, and he was lying on his chest.

Xiao Shizi was placed behind Deng Jinghui.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly got up from Deng Jinghui's body. After pulling Deng Jinghui up with both hands, he reached out to pull his clothes.

"How is it? That stone didn't bother you, does it hurt?"

It's hard to imagine on the first day of junior high school, if the stone was aimed at my face just now, then my face is destined to be disfigured, but now the stone is blocked by Deng Jinghui.

Thinking about the dull pain, Chuyi panicked, and even though he was on the street, he wanted to strip Deng Jinghui naked and check his back.

Xu was embarrassed by Chu Yi's bold behavior, Deng Jinghui's earlobes turned red all of a sudden, he turned around, and grabbed Chu Yi's wrist, "It's fine for now, but if you run around again, here But there's something wrong."

Bringing the hand of the first day of junior high school to his heart, Deng Jinghui's voice was a little hoarse, which was the sequelae of being frightened just now, and his heart was beating extremely fast until now.

"Don't leave my sight in the future, until?"

The strength on the wrist was very strong, but Deng Jinghui seemed to be afraid that he would hurt again, so he loosened and tightened, feeling like a roller coaster.

Nodding obediently, Deng Jinghui let him go after expressing that he didn't dare anymore on the first day of the junior high school.

The two of them traveled all over the poetry, wine and tea conference, and after tasting all the delicious food on the street, they were taken to a high platform on the first day of the junior high school.

"what are you going to do?"

There were not many people on the high stage. When they saw the first and second juniors on the stage, the audience immediately applauded.

"Deng Jinghui, I don't know how to draw or recite poems, why did you bring me here?"

Seeing that someone around him had already completed a painting, he glanced at Deng Jinghui speechlessly on the first day of the junior high school. This person didn't know what he was up to, and brought himself to participate in the poetry and painting competition. Maybe he could still read it if he asked her to write two words, but It would be really miserable if she asked her to draw a pair.

Chuyi, who had expected that they would be the last one, watched Deng Jinghui come to the desk where the rice paper had been set up, picked up the paintbrush on the desk, and splashed ink like Chuyi.

Deng Jinghui took the first day of junior high school to participate in this competition entirely out of enthusiasm. When the painting was finished, there were already many people around. When everyone praised the vividness of the painting, Deng Jinghui twitched his mouth and smiled. After the ink on the paper dried, it was handed directly to the first day of junior high school.

"For me?"

The first day of junior high school, who witnessed the completion of the whole painting, was always amazed at Deng Jinghui's Danqing. He did not expect that such an iron-blooded man like Deng Jinghui would have such a delicate side.

"Don't want it? Then I'll burn it."

Seeing that the first day of the junior high school did not answer, Deng Jinghui simply waved his hands, took out a box of matches from his pocket, and set the whole painting on fire.

(End of this chapter)