My Script is a Supporting Role

Lin Jin's figure has been overwhelmed in the night.

The look of Zhong Xiaoyu is a bit exhausted.

She repaired the soul, the body is not strong, and the road is so far, it is indeed a bit tired.

The wind of the northwest blows, and has a little cold in her shoulders.

Zheng Qingshan's song Izy is floating.

"Don't leave, drink half-life, acacia ..."

Zhong Xiaoyu looked at the lights in the room, thinking about it, gently lifting the skirt, into the inn.

"Hey!"

Crystal white fingers tap the door panel.

"Oh!"

The door opened, Zheng Qingshan stood at the door, there were some touching alcohol, but the eyes were still very clear.

Seeing Zhong Xiaoyu, Zheng Qingshan did not feel unexpected, but directly: "Lin Jin is walking?"

Zhong Xiaoyu was surprised, "" The elderly know that he is outside? "

Zheng Qingshan smiled and said: "I originally wanted to be a small drunk today, but I suddenly had a feeling, only a little bit."

"So moving outside, I still know some."

Zheng Qingshan felt a little quirky today, and only two glasses of wine were only drank now.

Most of the time, he is singing self-entertainment.

Because the wine is not drinking, he has long felt that Lin Jin stands outside, and the emotions undertake the hearts of the heart, or when there is a killing emergence.

These, let Zheng Qingshan is somewhat curious, this kid is like the arms of the ancient monster to do anything.

It's just that Zhong Xiaoyu has just appeared, and after a conversation with Lin Jin, Lin Jin is gone.

Since I left, Zheng Qingshan didn't want to ask too much.

Zhong Xiaoyu has some heart, and it is sighs a little air: "Xiaoyu heard the elder songs to sing well, suddenly I want to come in a glass of wine."

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"Drink?" Zheng Qingshan couldn't help but smile, said: "That is right."

"I said how this wine can't drink today, I want to be alone, I am not interesting, so I have little taste with this wine."

"Since you are here, you will drink a cup with me."

I took a look, and I cheat again and down, "Your mother's alcohol, it is called in Qingzha."

"Just don't know if she is passed to you ..."

When I heard this, Zhong Xiaoyu finally showed Yan smile and said: "Xiaoyu can drink a little, but it is more than my mother."

Zheng Qingshan smiled: "What are you waiting for?"

"I still have a good northwest beef ... Hey, I called the shopkeeper and fry two pieces,"

"Today, there are two cups of uncle."

The Jinyu Cui Bamboo Wine has a bit of a bit, and the two sit down and drink two and three cups, Zheng Qingshan's face is two points.

Zheng Qingshan stopped, and said: "It is usually very comfortable to drink. Today, this wine is almost unreasonable, I still drink less."

Zhong Xiaoyu's eyes were crystalline, and a variety of reliefs didn't, said: "How do I feel that this wine is more delicious?"

During the speech, I took my back and poured a cup.

Zheng Qingshan drinks a wine glass, put down, then starts, then put it down, always feel free.

Make your strength, Zheng Qingshan is a weird man: "Forget it, I will drink less today."

Zhong Xiaoyu did not stop, and poured a cup.

"Long, you don't believe, have you destied to the fate of God?" Zhong Xiaoyu said quietly and asked.

Zheng Qingshan stunned, said: "Of course, we are all in Qingzong, can it be fate?"

Zhong Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "Xiaoyu is not this."

"I am talking about ... the marriage destined in God."

Zheng Qingshan patted the table, smiled dissatisfied, "Your uncle is not married in this life, you actually ask me to marry."

"Do you ask the wrong person?"

Zhong Xiaoyu did not laugh, looked at the beautiful wine in the cup, and his eyes took a touch of melancholy and said: "If there is a person, you will be like a day, what do you do?"

"This ..." Zheng Qingshan's smile gradually went down, I thought about it, and I took a drink and smoked, I watched: "As I said, I have no marriage, so there is no experience. Can tell you ... "

"just……"

Zheng Qi Mountain is less solemn, said: "I think, even if you can arrange everything around you, it can't arrange your mind."

"So, is it going on the day, it is not important."

"How is your heart determined, it is important."

"Do you have a heart?" Zhong Xiaoyu finely tastes Zheng Qingshan's words, then drink a cup.

Zheng Qingshan looked outside the night sky, long said: "How many people have, there are many people in this world."

"Who knows, who is the next person?"

"Who can say clearly, the last, and the next one, who is the marriage for you to arrange it?"

Turning to the clock, Zheng Qingshan smiled: "So, I think, with it to guess what is destined, it is better to return, ask your own mind."

During the speech, Zheng Qingshan seems to have a feeling, and it is also a drink, "good wine!"

Zhong Xiaoyu looked at the cup of wine, silently, suddenly felt that a knotted the heart, gradually started to unlock.

Just like a stone that is blocked in the flow of water is taken away, the water inside is gradually happy.

Looking at Zheng Qingshan, there is a smile in the eyes of Zhong Xiaoyu.

"Elder, can tell this, do you dare to say that you have never encountered a woman who is in your heart?"

Zheng Qingshan has changed, and the cough has been cough, and the wine glass is raised.

How can I find it anxious, I have left it, and I have a bigger cough.

Zhong Xiaoyu Ge laughed, and grabbed Zheng Qingshan and said: "Today, I must tell you the story."

"Otherwise, you will be fine!"

Zheng Qingshan has a bitter in the face.

This little girl drinking so many cups, there is no reaction, and it is to inherit her mother's alcohol, and then with her is simply a must.

"Don't make trouble, I am a lone, where is the story!"

"Don't believe it!" Zhong Xiaoyu Ge laughed.

"You ... you let me think about it ... That, I can tell you the story of Wei Chang Lao ..."

"Wei Chang is old? What kind of story is he?"

"Hahaha, Wei Chang, his story is very exciting."

"I want to be in the past, he with your mother ... cough and cough ... That one is also the same ..."

"Zheng Chang is old, you are not nonsense, they have the same Qing Shaozong, of course, the same door ..."

"You don't fight ..."

In the Qingfeng Valley, Yu Lingze and Wu Qian have looked at Mo Chen dust-fired porny, and I feel a little stunned.

"Mo brother, what is your way, what is it?"

Mo Chen's eyes are a little quirky, said: "I ... I don't use anything ..."

"Moreover, this lightning, even when I haven't figured it."

Yu Lingze said: "Is this lightning not a Mo brother?"

Mo Chen shook his head, said: "It's really not my own."

I thought about it, I didn't want to understand, I looked at the water on the table, I thought that there was still something to do, Mo Chen took out a black pill of the soul of the soul of the soul.

It is going to vote in the water, and suddenly there is a picture in front of you.

Although the same flakes, this induction is strong than before.

"Eight!"

"Give her three!"

Mo Dust out.

Yu Lingze never hesitated, directly from the table, he went to Ye Xinzhi, and gave her to her.