After the man caught the watch, he pushed the black whip girl away with a palm, her vigorous figure flashed, and the sword girl and the dart girl repelled with the power of judo in two strokes.

His palms dealing with women are different from usual. They are softer and gentler, but not weak.

The three of them were beaten back several times and looked intently. Only then did they discover who the man standing next to Qian Miao was.

"White God..." Jia Nu was surprised.

The three looked at each other, probably not believing that the two would actually know each other.

But seeing it with your own eyes is more convincing than anything else.

The three of them looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, then tacitly picked up their weapons and left here, and quickly went back to look for the cold lizard.

"Good, good!" The old lady smiled happily with a mouthful of yellow teeth. She didn't forget to applaud, then grabbed a handful of tea and threw it to Qian Mian.

Qian Miao looked at the man who appeared suddenly, and didn't notice that the leaf was thrown on top of her head.

She recalled the man's move just now in her mind, and she remembered it all at once, and she had the urge to review it on the spot.

This man is really strong.

The man glanced at the vegetable leaf above her head, and passed her without saying a word, and walked to the old lady's side.

While wearing the watch, he said indifferently: "This watch was borrowed from you, not as **** to play with."

The old lady was surprised: "Oh, why did I throw your little baby out as a vegetable leaf? Yeah, yeah, it seems that I have a problem with my eyes."

"I'm leaving."

The man turned and left.

"Wait a minute, good boy, grandma, I want to eat the pig's feet sent from your home again. The sauce is not something you can eat outside. Do you still have it there? Grandma wants to eat it."

"Yes." The man said.

The old lady was overjoyed and quickly pointed to Qian Mian and said: "Little dumb, go and fetch it for me, I will eat it with hot pot in a while!"

Qian Miao turned around to get his broom, but didn't respond.

The old lady snorted and said, "If you go, I will let you eat hot pot with me!"

Qian Miao glanced back at her, sign language: If I go, I won't sweep the floor.

"Oh, if you don't sweep, don't sweep, go!" The old lady was so anxious that her saliva spurted out.

Qianmiao saw that the man was already walking to the conveyor belt, so he threw away the broom and followed.

This time past, people on the road still stared at her and discussed.

Atractylodes did not pay attention to her, and walked forward unhurriedly.

When he arrived at his house, his cell phone rang as soon as he entered.

He took it out and took a look, then said, "Sit down."

When the words fell, he walked to the side and answered the phone.

"Did you hang yourself last night? Why is there still life to call me today?"

The emotionless sentence made Qian Miao listen to it very awkwardly.

Then, a roaring middle-aged male voice came from the other end.

"Nizi! Nizi! Your mother and I raised you so much, but you were forced to die and you didn't live anymore!"

The crying sound was a bit fake, mixed with women's crying.

Qian Miao walked a little further, until he couldn't hear the content of his call.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had not sent a message to her family.

I don't know if I can borrow it from him.

The man just turned around and looked at her while listening to the phone.

Afterwards, while holding his mobile phone, he would go to the refrigerator every now and then to make a sound to the people over there.

After a while, he took out a pig's trotters with frozen sauce and walked towards her.

When handing it to her, he said to the person on the other end: "You are not the only son."

On the other side: "The company is so big, your brother is only fifteen. Who cares if you don't come back? Ah-I'm not alive!"

The man shook Jiang Zhu's trotters lightly, motioned for her to take it, and then sighed at the person on the phone: "Dad, you are crying fake."

(About Qianmiao’s strongest weapon: the silver ring, there are two short stories, the old lady here is the first paragraph, and I will talk about it later~ps: Qianmiao’s hostess was drunk on Christmas Eve and had a ring on the night The little pavement, that’s about the second little story~)