After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

The chicken sighed slowly, combing his hair boringly, and said, "At this time, it is a good time to sleep. What are you rubbing on the wood?"

Nine-tailed: "To welcome and refuse, she should wait for that man to resist and flutter her first, so that it is interesting."

Yange ignored the shameless conversation between the two guys.

At noon Yange bone soup eats a lot, she rubbed her belly several times and wanted to continue to sit down and draw, but stood up again.

It should be too full.

Li Che hesitated and asked her, "Will we go out for a walk?"

Yan Ge heard his eyes light up, and immediately nodded.

When Li Che was in a wheelchair, don't sing in the house as usual.

In fact, no matter whether he went to the toilet or changed clothes, he was not allowed to stay in the room.

When he got out of the room in a wheelchair, Yan Ge got up. She put her drawing board on her back and saw him look puzzled, so she typed: If the scenery outside is good, I can draw a picture.

A girl who never forgets to paint everywhere.

Yan Ge walked to the back of his wheelchair and motioned for the caregiver to give way. The caregiver hesitated slightly, and Yan Ge had already helped the handlebars.

Li Che turned to look at her, jokingly she said, "Is this the first time to push a wheelchair? Is it fun? This must be better than a bicycle."

Yan Ge didn't seem to understand his joke, and nodded earnestly.

When she was downstairs and put him on a grass, she sat on a wooden chair next to her before typing: This car is not easy to push, and my palms are sweating.

Li Che laughed at seeing Haha: "Why not push."

He can control the car himself, but she doesn't need to push it.

Yan Song continues to type: When riding a bicycle, know that no matter what you ride, you will be there behind you. You will not let me fall. When you push this vehicle, you are afraid that you will be distracted when you hear what you say Take a cell phone and type, then a loose car will leave bonelessly, and then roll over and you fall to the ground.

Li Che watched this long paragraph, and couldn't help laughing.

Little white flowers in his house, this careful thinking is really cute.

With a smile, tears flowed out of his eyes, and he reached down and wiped his eyes.

He used to have long legs to help her brake and support her.

But in the future, he can no longer be her brakes, not only can not help her brakes, if she is really with her, it will become a drag on her.

With a few strokes, Yan Ge set up her own picture frame and outlined the teenager in a wheelchair and the girl next to the teenager.

She painted Li Che very realistically, but when she painted herself, she only had a fuzzy outline.

Seeing that she didn't mean to meticulously look at her own facial features, Li Che asked her: why not make your own picture a little bit?

Yange found a blank piece of paper and returned to him: I don't know what I look like.

Seems like it really is.

Everyone may seem familiar with themselves, but in fact they don't know what they look like.

The sun is shining on people, it's warm and makes people want to sleep lazily.

Yange didn't paint all the time. She was too full, so she stood up, kicked and stretched her waist, and walked on her toes.

She looks so nice.

It's like a little girl dancing.

Li Che's eyes fell on Yan Ge's body, and he could not bear to look away.