But today ...

First, they twisted around their trouser legs, and then gave them a hand-picked flower for a hug, and the daring was really sticking.

With the permission of the child's biological father, Yan Ning closed the book, placed the white hydrangea on the cover, and set it aside securely. Then he gently lifted his hands and held the lily of the valley on the rattan chair.

He An brought another rattan chair and sat in the shade together.

Xiaoting is clean, and the sparrow mutters, and there are always falling flowers.

Sixty-six woke up, leaped out of the living room, and stretched the waist in the hallway to stretch the ribs and roll again. I wanted to pinch the pillar, but accidentally rolled down the steps, causing Suzuran to giggle.

Yan Ning has put on a casual shirt, with a collar button open, and she feels at ease. He An sat close, and faintly smelled a little pheromone, which seemed to be a kind of elegant fragrance, which was reassuring and not very common--

He thought.

It is a rare rare book of ancient books, which has been smoked by sandalwood, and has been forgotten in the corner of the house for many years. Once opened, there is only paper and ink fragrance.

"Aren't you going out?" He An asked curiously.

Yan Ning leaned back and leaned comfortably on the back of the rattan chair: "I like your small yard more than visiting attractions. In fact, you don't have to travel around to find a comfortable place to stay. It's fine, isn't it? "

"Are you-home tourism?"

Yan Ning laughed out: "Yes."

He reached out and shook the swing cradle aside with interest. A cradle of milky pillows and blankets was piled up in the cradle, along with a fat chicken like a pompom.

He found it interesting and asked, "Did you make these gadgets?"

He An nodded and shook his head: "Most of them are, but the cradle was made by Lily's Alpha father."

"Dad Alpha?"

"Um." He An reached out and pointed to the north of the town. "He wants to make milk powder and takes a lot of work. Today I went to the film and television city to work as a part-time photographer. People are not there. I won't come back for dinner in the evening.

It turns out ... not referring to Zheng Feiyu.

Yan Ning smiled, with a little regret inside.

He likes this young Omega. Soft and curly hair, a little light under the sun, thin body, and introverted personality, just like the invincible impression in the photo. Of course, he was as clever as he imagined, but not public.

Such a good child should not lead a hard life.

It's hard for him.

He An noticed that Yan Ning's eyes had been lingering on her face, a little embarrassed, and couldn't help touching her cheek. Yan Ning watched him and smiled, "You are cute."

"Thank you, thank you."

For the first time, he was praised frankly by his elders.

If people have a fate, they can quickly get acquainted with just a few chats.

The sun moved west, and dusk approached. He An received a message from Dai Xiao, saying that he had successfully completed his job and was ready to go home for dinner. After hearing about it, Yan Ning took the initiative and said, "Let's stay with Lily of the Valley, I'll cook."

So that night, Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu also fell.

Dai Xiao spent a busy day in the film and television city, hungry before his chest. When I entered the door in the evening, I first smelled a seductive flavour of lotus leaves, and then I saw a table full of home-cooked dishes. Immediately, I saw the green light, and holding the bowl was a gobble. After the CD was cleared, he put down his dishes and said that he would have to give Yanning 50% off the room rate.

Yan Ning waved her hand and said with a smile, "It is not easy for young people to do business. I take my heart, and I like to eat happily."

They also carefully asked about their taboos and preferences, and planned to add two new dishes tomorrow.

Although the title of "House Tourism" was crowned, Yanning was not a house at all.

He likes walking around the town, especially in the early morning, visiting a fresh farmers market. The leaves are dripping with water, and soon after being picked, they still smell the undisturbed mountains; there are seven or eight live fish in plastic pots, of different sizes, each of which is freshly caught by mandrill; the mushrooms have wet mud and eggs It was covered with hay, and there were even small yellow flowers on the cucumber pedicles.

As long as He An is free, for example, the business of Redberry West Point House is not busy, when Cheng Xiu can help manage a hotel, he brings Lily of the Valley and accompanies Yan Ning to go shopping together.

It's been four or five days since Yanning hasn't been to Luojing Town.

He An asked him why he didn't go around. He smiled and said, because the town of Luojing was already interesting enough. There are stories where there are people, a pot of dyes, a basket of flowers, a stone grinding a shovel, and in the eyes it is all Jing.

Seeing that He An didn't understand, Yan Ning picked a few things to tell him, such as the origin of the inscription on Shiqiao East, the rustic madder method of ancient books, the tradition of Lidong Shuimo mill rice cakes, and so on. He An, who lives in Luojing Town, knows a lot more.