Chapter 428

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After the sales manager and the middle-aged man broke their mouths, Lin Xiaoxian led Mu Changqing out of the front square and sighed repeatedly:

"No wonder you compare her to a princess. She is really a beautiful person... Ah!"

Lin Xiaoxian's tone changed rapidly and stared at Mu Changqing with grinning teeth:

"What!"

"Nothing."

Mu Changqing loosened his grip with his fingers, and then weakly let him continue to hold it.

Lin Xiaoxian's heart clicked.

Mu Changqing only jumped his feet and scolded him. It's really nothing. If he said "nothing" like this, that's what.

In the current situation, there is no doubt that Lin Xiaoxian wants to use his ass. the reason must be the "sister an" just now.

"Changqing, this princess is what you say."

"I know, so I deserve to lead wolves into the house and actively sell my husband to others..."

“……”

Where is this? Too far?

Strange Yin and Yang is a woman's natural skill. Lin Xiaoxian immediately counted the "sins" he had just committed:

"One, I shouldn't stare at her; 2、 I shouldn't just talk to her and leave you aside; 3、 I shouldn't think she looks familiar; Four... "

"All right..."

Mu Changqing wouldn't let him speak, so he took back his arm and shook it with a groan.

It is true that most of the time when girls ask men "what's wrong", they prepare all kinds of fancy desires and sins in their hearts.

But if men can really list them one by one at this time, at least their sincere attitude can make girls feel much more comfortable.

At least Mu Changqing is such a person.

"I have to look more at a woman like sister an. My aunt is not so stingy..."

"Uh... No?"

"Yes!"

"That... That summer..."

“(*￣︿￣)”

"What summer! Which summer! ups and downs! Seven up and eight down! "

Lin Xiaoxian hurried through a burst of nonsense.

Well, I'm also older than my nephew, but Xia luoqiu still can't.

On this point, Mu Changqing took the initiative to explain the reason:

"Sister an is different. It's good to look at people, gentle, nice to talk and elegant. It's easy to cure by chatting with her, but Xia..."

Mu Changqing remembered that he had promised Lin Xiaoxian to call [that woman] by her name, so he paused:

"... but Xia Laoer is a bad woman. She likes to show off that she is young and arrogant..."

"No, where did she show off? It's yours YY, okay?"

Lin Xiaoxian could not laugh or cry:

"And you really call people Xia Laoer or something?"

"Yes, it's not in front of her anyway. Can't it?"

"Yes, yes..."

Lin Xiaoxian secretly sighed at the poor second goods, but he didn't say much on the surface.

"So your impression of sister an is really good?"

"Well, I also feel very magical. It's the first time I've met, but I feel like an old friend when I talk. It's like I've known her for a long time... Eh, Xiaoxian, you say you think she looks familiar. Is that the same feeling?"

Lin Xiaoxian touched his chin:

"No, I really think she looks familiar. I've seen her before or with one of her sisters..."

Mu Changqing said so, because not only Lin Xiaoxian, but also sister an said that Lin Xiaoxian looked familiar.

"Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian, do you have an aunt?"

Lin Xiaoxian almost choked:

"What, if I have an aunt, you have a sister besides my mother. Do you have one?"

"No, I'm your mother's only sister."

Qingming tomb sweeping is around the corner. I haven't seen the person in my dusty memory for a long time. Mu Changqing is no longer as melancholy as she used to be, but clasps Lin Xiaoxian's palm more tightly.

"By the way, Changqing."

"Huh?"

"I heard that sister an was a month older than you behind the screen?"

“……”

"So there must be some reasons why your attitude towards her is different from that of summer and autumn?"

For this question, Mu Changqing chose to ignore it, lowered the brim of the lady's hat and didn't answer it.

It seems so.

It's enough to be a "elder" and "sister", but it's rare to be a "sister".

Although only a month younger than each other.

"Hehe, are you right?"

Seeing that she deliberately avoided, Lin Xiaoxian knew the answer and put his elbow on her chest with a smile:

"Ah, when she called your sister Changqing, were you very happy?"

"I want you to take care of..."

"No, if you like to listen, why don't I call you sister Changqing?"

"Treachery! And disgusting, Rua -- "

Mu Changqing pinched his neck and vomited. Unwilling to show weakness, he stopped him and whispered on tiptoe:

"But Xiao Xian, we can change it. What do you think?"

"Change? How to change it? "

"Just... Um... Go home first ~" Mu Changqing thought he would be shy, so he sold it first.

"Go back to what? Go on to the other two plates and look again."

"Ah... No..."

Mu Changqing's face was bitter, the corners of his lips collapsed, raised his legs and gently kicked him:

"If you go to two more houses, your feet will be very tired..."

"Tired is tired. That's how you look at the house."

Mu Changqing still didn't obey and drew a circle on his chest:

"But Xiao Xian, when his feet are tired, he has no strength. If he has no strength..."

Mu Changqing cocked up her slender eyelashes and raised her soft eyelids. Her watery eyes looked at Lin Xiaoxian's eyes, and her pink cheeks were quickly stained with peach like beauty:

"... I can't help you at night. - oh..."

“……”

To be fair, Changqing's wife's foot Kung Fu is indeed the most skilled at present.

Comparable to Su Yuan's wife's craft.

Lin Xiaoxian was thirsty and looked at the traffic and pedestrians on the road.

Mu Changqing has a hat to cover his face, but his old face doesn't, so he hums coldly:

"Mu Changqing, don't do this. If you don't help, you won't help. Anyway, someone broke the melon yesterday. It's good for everyone to have more rest."

"Oh? Really... "

Mu Changqing blinked innocently, his right leg retreated a little, let his right foot tilt up a little from his shoes, and revealed a small part of his heel.

A pair of really good-looking feet is like this. The light gray hollow out lace boat socks can not cover the smoothness like warm jade curd, but the lining of small fiber feet is more exquisite, full of lovable lightness and loveliness.

"What is Lin Xiaoxian looking at? Didn't you say you weren't a pervert? "

"Cough..."

"Cough what cough? Have you caught a cold? Do you want doctor Mu to help you see a doctor? "

“……”

At some time, for example, at this time, Lin Xiaoxian had to admit that Jiang was still old and spicy. Finally, he had to admit that he was indeed a pervert. Then he took her home first, and the rest of the plate would just look at it tomorrow.

So the two sat on Didi.

"I'm not tired if I go shopping with you. I'm tired if I see a room. It's really yours..."

"Hum ~"

"Stop humming, piggy? Sit inside... Oh, by the way, I don't know the full name of sister an? "

Mu Changqing sat inside with his butt jerking and thought:

"Anbeixi."

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"Sneeze!"

"Hello? Sister Ann, what's the matter with you? "

"Ah, no, maybe someone scolded me."

"Come on, how could someone be willing to scold you... Oh! Unless you drop out of a student's department? "

At the sales department, sister an, who successfully entered the model house for research, rubbed her nose and smiled helplessly at the phone:

"Am I that strict? And this year's architecture students are more conscious than you in psychology. Being your counselor can feel the gap... "

"It's not fair! Sister an, you don't teach us professional courses. How can you compare like this? "

"At least the attitude is much worse. The most typical is you. You move out as a sophomore. The rich are different..."

"Oh, sister an, don't laugh at me. Let's get down to business."

The voice on the other end of the phone can't wait:

"Why was the internship report I gave you called back? From the end of the internship to now, I have handed it in three times! "

"You're okay to say that it's not my fault. I just put the internship report away and give it to the top. It's also called back from the top, so you'd better check it yourself to see if the words about the accident in No. 7 middle school are still too fierce. Can you revise it again?"

"OK... Come on! When will you hand it in again, sister an? Is today OK? "

"No."

"Why? Drawing in the office again? "

"I'm not at school. It's the company's business. Don't say it. Just send it to my email."

Sister an said she was about to hang up, and there was an urgent voice from the microphone:

"Wait, wait!"

"What's the matter?"

"There's another thing. I've wanted to ask sister Ann for a long time... In fact, a friend of mine asked me to ask..."

"Friends? Boyfriend? "

Sister an's voice remained warm and comfortable when teasing, but the other end of the phone directly ignored this problem:

"In short, he asked me a long time ago who designed the dormitory building in Chengdu No. 7 middle school. I think you must know better in this regard..."