When Qiao Jin heard Song Yanqing coming, he also put down his fishing rod and let him catch it without bait.

Whether or not a fish is caught is not within her imagination.

She washed her hands and went to the living room to see Song Yanqing.

Mu Xiangshan is talking to him, because now there are the two of them in the house, so naturally it is Mu Xiangshan to receive him.

Today’s Song Yanqing wears an ink-colored shirt that meets in ink and white, black slim-fitting slacks, custom-made suit leather shoes, and a lot of shaky bamboo leaves painted on the shirt, which even more reveals his youthful breath. Shochiku is as cold and tough as pine and bamboo, and has the elegant charm of a mature man.

Seeing Song Yanqing, Qiao Jin waved at him, and then said to Mu Xiangshan: "Master, I will take him to the backyard to fish."

As soon as Mu Xiangshan wanted to say that it was your fishing, maybe he would eat fish for the next life, Song Yanqing was here, he also held back, and only said: "Go!"

Song Yanqing also came to Qiao Jin anyway, and he knew this fact very well.

Song Yanqing smiled sorry: "Grandpa Mu, I went with Qiao Jin."

Mu Xiangshan: "Yeah."

Otherwise you can stay and chat with me?

Song Yanqing followed Qiao Jin, and saw that she was wearing a pure black veil dress with shoulder straps today. She was walking fluttering, but she was wearing a pair of flat sandals, with her pink toes exposed, one by one. lovely.

Approximately it is convenient at home.

He couldn't help but smile, thinking in his heart, in fact, she looks good in everything she wears.

However, her mother seemed to be responsible for her dressing, and her aunt had a good eye.

She turned her head and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yanqing: "I didn't laugh at you."

Qiao Jin: "I feel you are laughing at me."

Song Yanqing: "It's just a smile, nothing else."

Qiao Jin stopped asking him now.

He took him to the backyard, in the artificially bred fish pond. Fishing is purely a pastime, but it is suitable for passing the time.

Qiao Jin said: "Do you know how to fish?"

Song Yanqing said: "Yes."

Qiao Jin gave him a hunch, "This is mine."

Song Yanqing picked it up and said with a smile, "You don't want to put the bait?"

Qiao Jin: "I don't want to touch the old man fishing with earthworms."

She just told the truth.

Song Yanqing said, "I don't like it either. Is there any other fish feed?"

Qiao Jin shook his head: "I didn't take it, do you want someone to take it?"

Song Yanqing put down the fishing rod very directly: "Stop fishing, just sit here and talk."

Qiao Jin thought for a while: "It's okay."

She was sitting on a small stool, but she seemed a little regular. Song Yanqing sat on the reclining chair next to her, looking at the scenery in front of her, with a different kind of comfort, he said slowly: "This time the matter is handled properly. Yes? I saw a lot of domestic news."

He would definitely know if the trouble was so big.

After thinking about it, he knew that it was probably related to Qiao Jin.

After all, there are not so many coincidences, they all happened in the same town.

Qiao Jin nodded, and there was a black air flow from the tip of my finger, but compared to the usual black, the air flow looked much denser, as if it was still halo. She said: "The follow-up thing depends on the natural development, the others have been dealt with. Okay, she will look at her purpose."

Song Yanqing heard her whisper and thought of the reports he had seen on the news. Qiao Jin was referring to the girl who was burned to death by the fire about twenty years ago.

It is indeed too miserable to die.