Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Biquge www.ltnovel.com, the fastest update is not as warm as the latest chapter of your affection!

Before Li Nanheng walked in, he bought two bottles of mineral water and walked in.

Feng Ling was standing in several crystal counters inside, looking at the sealed exhibits that were forbidden to touch. When he saw a knife engraved with ancient Indian textures, he looked down at the writing on the side of the knife. Kind of description.

Feng Ling looked right into her head. A bottle of water was suddenly handed over. When she looked back, she saw Li Nanheng standing next to her. With a slight glance at the knife, she asked: "Like?"

"Well, but this kind of knife is only collectible. Many of the knives here are only antique exhibits. Only those in the front counter can be sold. It seems that there are many British short knives and professional Russian folding knives. I wait You can check it out later. "

Li Nanheng glanced at the knife and said coldly: "It is indeed collectible, but this one is fake."

Feng Ling wondered: "How can it be fake?"

"This Damascus knife is famous all over the world. It is very famous in international knives. The origin is ancient India. It is made of Uzbek steel ingots and has a cast pattern on the surface. This knife was used as a weapon in ancient India, Persia, and Arabia. It is extremely sharp, there are many rumors about it, but as the mining of the Uz Iron Mine has dried up, this knife is already a rare product. Although it is famous, it is difficult to find a real thing. "Li Nanheng said lightly.

"Then how can you be sure that this is fake? I see here that there is one surviving in the world ..."

"Because, it really is in Li's house."

Feng Ling couldn't believe him.

Li Nanheng raised a cold eyebrow and gave him a meaningful expression: "In these stores in China, there are too many half-truths and half-falses. There is no guarantee that one will be true, but which one is not. After all, it is a high imitation country. "

Feng Ling quickly grabbed him and let him whisper. Li Nanheng's voice was not too big. When she was pulled like this, she bowed her head to her ears: "If you like, go back to your father and ask for it. It is the Damascus knife that he has cherished for decades. If you like it, he will give it to you without saying a word. After all, now the entire Li family, you and the little things in your stomach are the ancestors. "

"Since it was collected by Grandpa, I won't covet, let him keep it." Feng Ling looked down again at the fake in the crystal cabinet in front of him, because he knew it was fake, and the more he looked at it, the less he looked at it. I simply stopped looking at the knives in other cabinets. I went directly to those knives that I could buy in the front, and finally picked up a small and refined folding knife with hidden sharpness inside. under.

"Don't you insist on giving me a gift? It takes at least a month for the ring to come back to us. You might as well send me a knife today."

Li Nanheng glanced at the price attached to the knife.

Two thousand pieces is really worthless compared to millions of diamond rings.

But she likes it.

It is a genuine Russian folding knife.

It does look stainless.

He glanced at him and asked the clerk to pay the bill. When the clerk came over, he thought it was the gentleman who wanted to buy it, but after the other person swiped the card, he realized that it was the pretty lady in a couple's outfit who kept holding the Folding knife, it seems like something beloved.

Do women actually like these guns?

For Feng Ling, more than just like it.

When she walked out of the store, she opened the folding knife in her hand and shone in the sky toward the sun. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "I was five years old when I was When the Mafia in the United States took it away in the jungle, someone saw that I was too scared and gave me one of these folding knives in his hand and told me that as long as he had a weapon in his hand, as long as he was strong enough Calm down, don't be afraid of anything. In the years before I was sent to the orphanage, the knife was always by my side. It supported my courage, and my belief made me gradually learn to stand upright from a little wolf girl. I walked and became a person. Later, the knife was taken away by an unknown orphanage or the police at the time. I haven't found it exactly for many years, but today I found it. "

Li Nanheng knew it, and stretched out his arms to take people into her arms, rubbing her hands on the top of her head: "It doesn't matter if the knife isn't around, from now on, I will be your knife."

Feng Ling's mouth crept quietly.

This narcissistic man has to grab the limelight with a knife, is he to be her courage and her faith?

No need to grab.

Back many years ago.

He is already.

------

It is more than three years, winter to spring and summer to go.

Li's grandson Li Shenyue ’s third birthday, Feng Li and the two elders want to get together, but there are too many people who want to come and give this child a birthday. They can only choose a bigger venue, choose to choose In the end, he was elected to the XI base.

Li Shenyue, who was often brought to the base by his own dad to watch from the age when he was only one year old, finally slipped away in front of four grandpas and grandparents. The clear little boy walked outside the various training camps, and stopped from time to time, with both hands behind his back, learning the tone of Uncle A Feng's teaching, "What are you doing? Don't whisper when training I thought it was a vegetable market ... "

The new people in the base who were training inside saw that the young master of Li ’s family had reached here, and he could n’t stop. They rushed over to carry the small things, and they were fed with water and fanned, and asked him from time to time to eat. Whatever, I was sent to call Dad with the thigh of Li Shenyue's child. After all, this is the heir of the XI base. After another ten years, it is estimated that he will really be trained by pointing his nose all day. Taken early.

Li Shenyue's children leaned on Erlang's legs to enjoy the juice brought by the uncles and the ice cream and snacks bought at the base cafeteria. Zhengmei was nourished, and suddenly heard a gunshot, as if shot from a distance of 500 meters.

As soon as the little guy's ears moved, he jumped down from the chair and stuffed everything in his hand back into their arms. He threw the pan and threw it with special force, and then ran out quickly, running and saying, " My mum is here. Don't tell her I've been here! "

"... Okay, little ancestor."

The new people at the base saw the three-year-old radish head running away from a few hundred meters away, and accurately found the mum who was guiding the new shooter over there. When she ran, she hugged her thigh: "Mum! What? Only then can I get a gun-- "

Feng Ling, holding a gun in one hand, was afraid that the fire would hurt him, and quickly pushed the sticky little guy away. As a result, the little thing was holding her leg. When Li Nanheng heard the voice coming over, he heard his own father ’s The sound of footsteps, Li Shenyue's children persuaded instantly, and the cat was about to slip away.

"Li Shenyue, did you just go to the rookie team and ask them to buy you snacks? You come back to me! Stink boy stop--"

"Ah, ah, ah! Uncle San Fat helps! Uncle Han helps! Uncle Xu helps! Uncle A Feng helps ... Uncle K helps ...

-

(——It's a terrible ending.)

[Qin Shiting / Shi Niange, you are my little love song, see you in the next love song. 】