Word Song Typing: Oh, I didn't want to paint you. The dolls hanging above your pitch are pretty good. I'm here to paint those dolls.

Li Che: ... No wonder those paintings are all animals. He thought it was a small white flower that shaped him, and he didn't paint him for a long time.

Sad!

Yan Song: Have you not eaten yet?

Li Che just wanted to speak, and the words were typed again: I have n’t eaten yet, I ’m hungry, I do n’t have enough apples, what do you want to eat, let ’s take a single takeaway?

Li Che realized that she was really careless, and forgot to ask her if she had eaten anything.

He was busy calling Zhang Ma again: "Where is it? Did you go back? Make me something to eat."

Seeing Yan Ge with a look of astonishment, Li Che said, "My grandparents live here, and they will soon be able to deliver food."

It didn't take long for Grandma Li to hear that there was a very beautiful little girl who came to see Li Che and personally took the remaining pork rib soup to the hospital.

Grandma Li was very enthusiastic, and she seemed to be very shy. Li Che was afraid that her song would be embarrassing and she dared not eat it. So she set up a table on the bed and ate pork rib soup with Yange.

Grandma Li was sitting on the sofa aside and smiling at the song.

Even Li Che was embarrassed to be stared at, and said to Grandma Li, "Grandma, Huanhuan her dad is here too, and I have been waiting downstairs for a long time. Could you help me receive him, come all the way, He may not have eaten. "

Grandson has been in a car accident for so long. For the first time today, she spoke so normally. Grandma Li was very happy. She wanted to ask who Li Che was, and she was afraid that Li Che was angry. At this moment, when she heard that, she nodded. I left my father's phone number and went downstairs to find someone in person.

Yange eats slowly. She has to eat a piece of meat for a long time, but it tastes delicious, as if the meat is delicious.

Li Che watched the incense she ate and unknowingly ate a few more bones.

After eating, he wiped his hands and helped Yange wipe the oil on his mouth.

Scrubbing and slowing down.

He should no longer do such things.

He shouldn't have touched her anymore and beat her up.

So he quickly withdrew his hand, and mentioned the home thing to Yange: "You give me your ID number and your dad, and I will let you book tickets for you."

Yan Ge blinked and typed on the phone: I dropped out of school and my dad took a week off. Today is the next day and it's still early.

Li Che only saw the previous sentence: "Why don't you read? Your parents told you not to read and you didn't read? You are so young, why not read? You can't always stay at home ..."

The more he talked and the more angry he was, he suddenly choked on the clear black and white eyes of Shang Yange.

The throat seemed to be blocked by something, and nothing could be said.

He also wanted to ask her how he found it here, and why he dropped out of school because of him.

But dare not ask.

I dare not ask or know.

She lowered her head and typed on the phone: My comic won the prize, and there is a small trophy, not as big as those trophies you have in your house, but I have a bonus. I used this money to apply for a training class in Beijing. I will go to class in two days. For two months, I want to find a house to live in. In the next two days, I may not have time to see you. La.

Li Che asked what training course she was.