Just when he thought that the matter was over here and that the woman would not make any more decisions for him, suddenly

Luo Qingtong's eyes suddenly brightened. Looking at a place in front of him, he cried: "Qianyu, let's go and have a look!"

Her words export, instant, night thousand also follow her to see past of vision, saw that place, afterward, his complexion is fierce a black.

It's really dark this time. It's even darker than before when he was dressed as Lori and put on Pearl Flower!

Almost blue.

"No way!"

The night thousand is almost biting teeth of fierce voice way: "you don't want to deceive me."

"This matter, absolutely not!"

For nothing else, what Luo Qingtong likes is a painting stand!

It's those painting stalls!

What does this woman want to do?

What's he like now? And then take it out to have a look if you have anything to do in the future, and remind him of such black history by the way?

At night, the tendons on Qianmu's forehead are about to burst out.

Turn around and leave without saying a word.

And Luo Qingtong quickly grabbed him, a face pitiful cry: "leave a memorial!"

"You're wearing the headdress anyway."

"If I don't have a daughter, I can take it out from time to time."

And treasure it by the way!

That's right. Luo Qingtong is the idea that night Qianyu said.

I can't help it. This opportunity is really rare.

You know, when Qianyu turned into xiaoyinhu the night before yesterday, she didn't seize the opportunity to draw a picture for him and stay to watch. It's a pity for her whole life, OK?

No matter what happens this time, we have to keep a memorial!

Luoqingtong this time even his evil spirit bully gas people don't want to, a strength in front of the night thousands of poor.

Anyway, it's a man of his own, and it's not disgraceful.

And she's easy to look at. Who knows?

Therefore, outsiders only saw an old man in a black robe with a pathetic face pulling a lovely fairy in his arms.

Passers-by looked at the strange combination of the two, and suddenly they all cast curious eyes.

And the night of thousands of green face, heart secretly gritted: this woman, he should not be soft before!

But although the words say so, night thousand mu is to Luo clear pupil but always ruthless not next heart.

Especially after the passers-by looked at it and seemed to understand the situation of their dispute, he immediately said: "Hey, little girl, you can promise your grandfather."

"That's right, isn't it just a picture?"

"The little girl is very beautiful. Draw a picture and let your grandfather keep it for a while."

"When you grow up and get married, it's someone else's family!"

"That's it."

A group of people in the seven mouth eight tongue admonishment.

And the face of the night is the more listen to the more black, the more listen to the more black.

Who is the little girl?

Who's going to get married?!

This one here is his daughter-in-law, not his grandfather!

The night is full of anger and the liver aches.

He was afraid that he would kill all these people if he stayed here again. He immediately pulled Luo Qingtong and turned around and sat on the painting stand.

"Painting!"

His face was frighteningly dark.

And Luo Qingtong sits beside him with a smile. He doesn't dare to laugh out loud. He's afraid that he'll become angry and angry. He can't get anything.

"Cough."

She coughed at the stall owner and said, "just draw one for us."

"The two of us draw together."