Black-bellied little crazy concubine: Xie Zun, come to the live broadcast!

Chapter 186 Better than her to pretend...

A bed, a table, two chairs, and some miscellaneous things, but it doesn't look messy, but very neat.

The old man pulled the towel by the door, wiped his face, tore off the dirty white hair on his head, threw it aside, and wiped his shiny bald head again. Luo Huoqin was still standing at the door Side, seems a little surprised.

The old man pointed to the chair calmly.

"sit."

Luo Huoqin looked at his intact hand: "..."

Very good, I met someone who can hide better than her.

Looking pitiful or something, it's all deceiving!
Not a living nest: This old man? ? ?

The pants fell off: Damn it, the old man's routine is really deep.

Black and white: I thought he was pitiful just now, but looking at it this way, forget it, I'd better stop talking, I'll wash my eyes and calm down first.

Feng Weiqin: "Hahahaha, this old man is a bit slippery."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!" Luo Huoqin pouted.

"No, I have to come out and brush my face, otherwise, master, you will always forget that I am here." Feng Weiqin hummed.

Luo Huoqin walked to the chair pointed by the old man and sat down, feeling a little strange: "Tell me, this old man has been hiding for so many years, why doesn't he pretend when he sees my blood spirit?"

"I don't know." Feng Weiqin was also at a loss: "Master, I just play the qin. Please don't hurt me with these twists and turns of your human beings. I will feel very hopeless, thank you!"

"..." Luo Huoqin.

Madan, what use are you for!
"Hmph, I can play, I can play music, and I can also chat with you without being discovered by anyone!" Feng Weiqin was very arrogant.

The old man made a pot of tea and put it on the table.

It was a purple clay teapot, well washed, and it was obviously often used to make tea.

The old man sat on the chair opposite Luo Huoqin, poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly, his voice was still hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes.

"You must be curious why I would expose everything in front of you."

Luo Huoqin nodded, without saying anything hypocritical, and went straight to the point: "Indeed, after all, today is only the first time we have met."

"Your blood spirit, can you show me again?" The old man held the teacup in his hand and looked at her pleadingly.

Luo Huoqin didn't refuse, and directly put his right hand on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and showed him the bright red brand of Fengweiqin on his wrist.

The old man's hands trembled slightly, and his rough and callused hands touched the harp on her wrist, over and over again, with that devout attitude, as if facing his own beliefs.

Feng Weiqin moaned, and said with a trembling voice: "He touched my skin so much that I almost got goosebumps."

"..." Luo Huoqin said speechlessly, "You are just a piano, not a human being. Don't always fantasize that you are like a human being. You don't have such advanced things as goosebumps."

Fengweiqin snorted arrogantly.

"How can I have a master like you who loves to tear down my station? Qinqin is wronged, Qinqin is sad, Qinqin is bitter, and Qinqin wants to change to a master who treats me well."

"It's so awesome that you want to change the master!" Luo Huoqin threatened coldly: "I think your strings are not very good, it's time to change them."

Feng Weiqin cried and said: "Hey, master, don't want it, I was wrong, please don't change my lover, I only have her in my heart, I don't want anyone else except her!"

Luo Huoqin didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Madd, mentally retarded!
(End of this chapter)