The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 459 The title was eaten by the author again

After the matter was settled, Yan Tao bought a ticket and flew back to Qingyang City.

The boy, as handsome as a monster, wore black-framed sunglasses, walked like the wind, and his back was as straight as a pine tree. His handsome and evil demeanor was a sight in the entire airport.

The moment he walked out of the airport, a chubby little old man jumped out beside him, "SURPRISE! Yan!"

Yantao...

She glanced sideways and saw a very familiar face.

smith.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and he put his left hand on Smith's shoulder in a smart way. His handsome face was as cool as jade, and she glanced at him leisurely, "Smith, we can play this trick the first time, can we change it the second time?" ?”

Smith shook his head: "NONONO! Yan! There is an idiom in your country of Hua, you can try it a hundred times and it will never work! I am doing this trick now, and it will never work if you try it a hundred times!"

Yantao...

well.

Pushing the little old man away with plain white hands, the boy hooked his hands at the taxi driver, and the car rushed in front of her, "Student, where are you going?"

"Qingzhong."

"Okay!"

Smith watched the boy leave in a cool way, with dark circles under his eyes, wanting to cry but not tears.

Today is a working day, there are not many people on the street.

Yan Tao's slender legs stepped out of the car door, with one hand in his pocket, only the perfect curve of his chin was exposed, and the curve of his thin lips, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, was full of bewitching flavor.

"Hey, hello!"

Seeing someone coming out, George, who was struggling to find the way, rushed over to ask the way with bright eyes, "I want to ask, how do I get this way?"

The young man looked sideways, his slightly raised eyebrows fell on George's face through the sunglasses, well, it seemed familiar.

Xiaoqi: Master, isn’t this the painter who chased you for three streets?

Yan Tao: Well, a painter.

George's eyes touched the picturesque face of the young man, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Are you Yan, Yan Tao?"

He looked down at the address and name on the paper again.

"Hmm..." Yan Tao smiled and said, "I'm not."

George scratched his head and stared at Yan Tao without blinking, "Are there so many good-looking people in Huaguo?"

Yan Tao: "No, I'm the only good-looking person in Huaguo."

george...

Xiao Qi...

After teasing George, Yan Tao led the people into the yard. Granny Jiang was making clothes on the stone table with a needle and thread. She raised her head and smiled kindly, "Where did this kid come from again? , show grandma."

Yantao...

What is another.

I have abducted a thank you, and I haven't abducted it yet.

George rushed up to Granny Jiang, looking excitedly at the clothes she had already made, "Is this embroidery from Huaguo? I've never seen anyone actually do it? Grandma, you can do it?"

His eyes were shining brightly, obviously he liked it very much.

Granny Jiang got excited, put on reading glasses, and said, "Do you like it?"

"I like it so much!"

"I can teach you if I like it."

"really?"

George couldn't believe that he had such good luck.

The ancient embroidery of Huaguo is a work of art full of ancient charm.

Just thinking about it makes him excited!
Yan Tao casually glanced at the two of them.

Ok.

Granny Jiang has forgotten herself to the point that she has a grandson.

well.

Yan. Poor little. Tao walked into the kitchen silently, chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife and cooking.

Not long after, the whole courtyard was filled with a rich and attractive rice scent. Granny Jiang, who was addicted to embroidery, her eyes lit up, and she walked to the kitchen automatically, "Tao Tao, what delicious food did you cook?"

(End of this chapter)