stunning female tenant

Chapter 439 Seven Girls

Veins popped up on the skinny old man's forehead: "Stinky old man, shut up, what do you want to do? Don't try to seduce me, I'm dying, I won't go stealing with you again."

Yang Qianshou sneered: "I'm not asking you to steal things, but I'm asking your seventh girl to return the three landscape paintings. They belong to my uncle Sun's friend, and they are so close to the floor that they can't be lifted."

What Yang Qianshou said was jargon, sticking to the ground meant something that could not be touched due to relatives.

The thin old man rolled his small eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, he stood up and left without saying a word.

Yang Qianshou didn't stop him, he just hummed a ditty and ate peanuts.

In less than 2 minutes, the skinny old man came back again, with a distraught look on his face: "That seventh girl in my family never listens to me, and I can't do anything about her. Why don't I go and steal some more valuable paintings for you?"

Yang Qianshou said bitterly: "I don't care, I just want to paint. Otherwise, you won't be able to drink a bottle of wine."

The thin old man sighed, pointed to the empty glass, and said to Yang Qianshou eagerly, "Old man, pour me another glass."

Yang Qianshou said angrily: "It's gone. If you drink a drink, you will lose a drink. If you drink it, you won't do anything. My uncle Sun will settle accounts with me. How can I explain it?"

The thin old man rolled his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Where does your granddaughter have Uncle Sun?"

"Why, my granddaughter is a policeman, not a thief. Of course she can find my uncle. She's like your seventh girl."

Hearing this, the thin old man in black bulged with blue veins on his forehead: "Old man, what are you talking about, what's wrong with my seventh girl is a thief, aren't we all thieves? Don't be so fucking arrogant, you taught me to be a thief." .”

Yang Qianshou fell silent, and the small restaurant suddenly became a bit shabby quiet, only the river wind howling in.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from outside the small shop: "Grandpa, what kind of wine are you drinking here in the middle of the night? Don't you fall into a trap?"

A tall and delicate girl with tattoos on her arms and braids walked into the small restaurant. The girl was beautiful and wild.

Seeing the girl coming in, Yang Qianshou's eyes narrowed into a line, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hehe, Qiyue is getting more and more beautiful and taller. Have you found a good one recently? That girl But my Uncle Sun’s friend’s, can’t move.”

Qiyatou also ignored Yang Qianshou, her winking eyes were like silk, she strode forward and sat down side by side with the old man in black, she found a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, she was not polite, she picked up the vegetables and ate them.

"Grandpa Qianshou, it's you. I thought someone would end up trying to harm my grandpa."

Qiyatou's hands were slender and white, she flipped them lightly, and there was a white marble hanging Qing Yuhu wine glass in her palm, which was placed in front of her.

She smiled like a flower, and winked at the empty wine glasses of herself and grandpa, and her voice was as sweet as honey: "Grandpa Qianshou, please be generous and pour a glass for me and my grandpa. When Qiyatou has good wine, I will also honor your elders."

Yang Qian gritted his teeth, with a look of unbearable expression, took out the bottle of Moutai hidden behind him, and carefully filled the empty wine glasses of the old man in black and Qiyatou.

Seventh Girl held up the wine glass with a smile: "Grandpa Qianshou, let's have a toast together."

The old man in black and Yang Qianshou also raised their glasses: "Hey, cheers."

The two old and the young drank the wine in the glass, both enjoying and pleasantly surprised.

Qiyatou stretched out three slender snow-white fingers to point, her onion-like fingernails were dyed red, bright and eye-catching.

Looking at Qiyatou's fingers, Yang Qianshou shook his head violently with a look of hatred.

Qiyatou and Grandpa looked at each other with a look of disdain, but continued to hold up three fingers and shook in front of Yang Qianshou.

Yang Qianshou had an expression of going crazy, holding the wine bottle tightly, as if the wine bottle was his life, and finally shook his head fiercely.

Seventh Girl stood up abruptly, her willow eyebrows were erected: "Grandpa, let's go, let's not talk about it."

Hearing Qi Yatou said that she wanted to leave, Yang Qian's hands softened immediately, and she nodded helplessly with a mournful face.

Qi Yatou had a shrewd smile on her charming face, and her voice was as sweet as honey: "Grandpa Qianshou, pour us another glass."

Yang Qianshou was helpless, he could ignore the old man in black, but Qiyatou was just like his granddaughter, he had no choice but to call her grandpa.

He continued to pour a glass of wine for the old man in black and Qiyatou: "Bring the painting first, give the painting with one hand, and give the wine with the other."

The old man in black looked at his granddaughter Qiyatou pitifully, and Qiyatou gave Yang Qianshou a disdainful look: "Okay, I'll get the painting later. Where is Jenny, how is she doing?"

"She is extremely busy every day, and the job of the police is to be busy."

There was a lot of tenderness in Qiyatou's eyes, her eyes widened, and she asked curiously and excitedly: "What does her boyfriend look like? Have a picture, show me."

Hearing Qi Yatou mention Uncle Sun, Yang Qianshou looked proud: "My Uncle Sun is handsome and handsome, and he is also the president of the group company. He is always rich, and he gave you the wine you drink."

A look of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the old man in black: "If they don't get married for a day, they are not your uncle grandson."

Qiya left the small restaurant like the wind, and after a while, she held a painting tube in her hand and handed it to Yang Qianshou: "Grandpa Qianshou, here are the three paintings. They are very good and I like them very much." Yes, who knows that it will be your uncle Sun's friend, if I know it's your relative, I won't do anything."

Yang Qianshou checked the paintings in the painting tube, and there were Su Xinyun's seals on them, which were the paintings Xu Xiangbei was looking for, with a hint of praise on his old face: "Qi girl, you are the only descendant of our old robber Oh, I heard that you also stole the picture of nine cats, hehe is amazing."

"I haven't left any clues."

A smug look also flashed across the face of the old man in black: "Old ghost, then you said just now that my seventh girl is wrong, and you also know that seventh girl is our only successor."

Yang Qianshou sighed softly: "Oh, I did that to anger you on purpose, and I love Seventh Girl too, and our old robber is the only heir. To be honest, I don't want Jenny to be a policeman, after all, we policemen are not Compatibility, but there is no way, everyone has his own aspirations, I will bring you wine in a while."

Humming a ditty, Yang Qian held the wine bottle tightly in his arms, carried the painting tube on his shoulder, and walked back to his small alley along the riverside path.

In the small alley, Xu Xiangbei was still waiting anxiously. Suddenly, he heard slight footsteps in the small alley, but the direction of the footsteps made him puzzled, so he couldn't help but hide behind the door.

Because the sound of footsteps did not come from the ground at all, but from the roof of the bungalows in the small alley, ordinary people could not hear this slight sound of footsteps.

Being able to walk on the crisp tiles on the small roof, as if walking on flat ground, the visitor is definitely not an ordinary person.

(End of this chapter)