Mixed Miners

Qin Wenju looked at Han Xinglin and looked at it. As a mother, as a mother, the look of her face on the face of her head did not fade her heart.

"Xiao Yang stayed with you, Uncle Han, sitting for a while, hoeing, going to the kitchen to help me cook!" Qin Wenju smiled and pulled Han Xinglin into the kitchen.

In a short while, there was a low whisper in the kitchen. Although the sound was very small, and accompanied by the sound of chopping vegetables, Yang Ling’s current realm could be heard clearly even if he did not release his thoughts.

Just listening to one or two sentences, Yang Ling’s face was red, and quickly sat on the sofa and Han Jianming began to have a chat without a word.

Because the Spring Festival is approaching, the dishes in each household are well prepared. In less than twenty minutes, seven or eight dishes are placed on the table.

Qin Wenju came out with a rice bowl. Han Xinglin followed a chopstick and followed her. Like a little daughter who had just passed the door, she took a small step and buried her head on her chest. The ears were red.

Yang Ling did not dare to talk more. He took the only so-called girl of other people's home, and the day was a long time, and it was still many times. This kind of guilt was not sent in one or two sentences and a little gift. .

"Xiao Yang is not polite, just like his own family!" Han Jianming saw Yang Ling shrink his hands and smiled and patted his shoulder, then took out a bottle of fruit wine and opened two cups.

"Ah~, ok, ok, I'm welcome, you're welcome!" Yang Ling was stunned and sat down quickly. Han Xinglin, who was so stunned, smirked and smirked. The two men secretly glanced at each other, and the face of the girl was even more famous.

Qin Wenju couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This girl seems to be ironic to marry.

Suddenly, there were two more people in the room that had been quiet for a long time. They were also a lot of fun, and two or three cups of fruit wine went down, and Han Jianming’s words gradually increased.

"Xiao Yang, what happened to me and what you mentioned last year? When will you and my aunt Qin go to see your mom and dad?"

Qin Wenju also stopped the chopsticks and looked over. Yang Ling quickly put down the wine glass and said with a smile: "I have already told my mom and dad, this time I want to bring Xinglin home first. After the end of the year, I will bring you mom and dad to give you two. New Year!"

Han Jianming thought for a moment and nodded: "This is OK. It is not a few decades ago. There are not many red tapes. You are planning to do it yourself. I will support you with Qin Aunt. We will have time after the Spring Festival, but Xiao Yang. You have to be prepared, and if you marry, we don't have too many dowries!"

"He is not rare for your dowry!" Han Xinglin buried her head in the rice bowl and sighed softly.

"You are a dead girl!" Qin Wenju took a sigh of relief and laughed at the back of her daughter's head. "Is there something you talk about? It is also a dowry, it is also the heart of mom and dad, it is also your private money, a daughter's family." Nothing at all!"

Han Jianming is preparing to criticize his wife and find that his daughter did not object as much as before, and suddenly he was relieved.

He used to think that his wife was too tight on her daughter's marriage, and she was unwilling to go home.

Yang Ling’s words let everyone’s heart fall down.

The daughter is satisfied, Han Jianming is also very satisfied with Yang Ling, the prospective son-in-law. Although Qin Wenju has some opinions on Yangling’s three-to-five visits, the main reason is that this is too far apart, and it’s been half a year, but in fact, I’m quite satisfied. of.

Therefore, a meal is delicious.

Because Yang Ling hasn't come for a long time, Han Xinglin has been scared for the disappearance of Yang Ling in the past few months, so she didn't go home. After the family had a tea chat, Qin Wenju brought her daughter into the bedroom. The words between the women went, Yang Ling also accompanied the Laozhang people for a half-day chess. As a result, he was originally a stinking chess player. Although he has now reached the spiritual environment, he has never forgotten his intelligence, but because he does not like to use his brain, he has been The abused death and death, until the darkness, reluctantly pulled back a game, causing Han Jianming to stop.

This little girl is so good, it is stupid and not a grade.

After eating dinner, Yang Ling left, and Han Xinglin also tried to follow along, Qin Wenju pulled nothing.

"Hey, this dead girl is white!"

Looking at the speedless disappearance of the speeding car in the night sky, Qin Wenju was very depressed and stunned on the waist of her husband.

Han Jianming glared at his wife's waist, slipped down without a trace of his hand, and gently pinched it a few times. He smiled and looked at his wife's face, which was as beautiful as her daughter, but now she has experienced the signs of the years: "Or, we will raise again." One with a handle?"

"Hey~, you are old and unfair!" Qin Wenju opened his face with a red face.

Han Jianming snorted and laughed a few times.

......

Yang Ling drove directly back to Xishanju, and then Han Xinglin and Sun Xiaojing went to Yufudong to play.

There are not only the spring seasons, but also the flowers and the flowers, the wild fruits are fragrant, and there is no distinction between day and night. It is suitable for the fairy life that does not need to eat and sleep like ordinary people.

Yang Ling opened the follower's light curtain and chose Oda Snow to enter the communication state.

The image of Oda Snowko soon appeared in the center of the light curtain.

"Master ~!" Oda Snow is very surprised that the owner contacted her at this time and hurryed to the ground.

Yang Ling looked at a very simple house behind her and frowned slightly and said, "Are you still living with your brother?"

"Yes master!" Oda Snow's respectful answer~www.readwn.com~ How are you preparing for the matter with Xue Daochang? ”

"Basically there is no problem, Xue Daochang is already familiar with the use of magic weapons. The arrangement time of the performance has been confirmed. It is on the 15th of the first month, and the venue is in the White Cloud View of the Imperial City."

"Well, I won't go when I get there. You should pay attention to the size, especially pay attention to safety, don't make accidents!" Yang Ling nodded and said.

"Good master ~!" Oda Snowy nodded quickly.

"I mainly contact you this time to ask your brother's situation. Is he still used to living in China?"

"Ah~?" Oda Snow clearly stayed for a while, and the small mouth opened for a long time. She didn't know why the owner asked her brother about the big night. Is the owner unhappy with himself and his brother? ? or……

Oda Snow did not dare to continue thinking about it. The body shivered and squatted on the ground, and did not dare to look up at Yang Ling’s eyes. He said very nervously: "Master, Hao Nan, he... he is very... very good..." to be continued.)