The agent on the other end listened, and was excited to spin around the office with his mobile phone, and was already thinking about a bright future, "This painting, even I can't pick a thorn, will definitely make the jury fall in love at first sight!"

  George secretly glanced at the long jade boy in the outer courtyard and nodded frantically.

  This morning’s meal was made by George. The western-style sandwich was eaten by Granny Jiang, and her eyes floated to Yan Tao. The old man smiled kindly, "Taozi~"

  "It’s not easy for a guest to come to Qingyang City once, you can take him out for a tour."

   "Here," the little old lady drew two movie tickets from her pocket, "I just got in, let's go and see."

   Yantao Taohua eyes fluttered lightly on the face of the little old lady, her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

  Yantao: There is something wrong with this little old lady.

The young man’s eyes showed suspicion, and he was about to speak. The old and cunning Ms. Jiang was one step faster than her. She curled her mouth and began to stalk her grandson. Go out, just to make the old woman quiet and quiet."

  There is something tricky.

  Yan Tao Ying’s slender fingers were as white as fine crafts. She pinched the glass, took a sip of milk, and had a milky beard on her upper lip.

  She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, looked sideways, and smiled, "Since grandma ordered to go, then go."

  In the backlight, the peach blossom eyes of the teenager who looked sideways smiled, and George stretched out his hand to cover his thumping heart.

  HOLD live!

   Must HOLD live!

  Master Yan led the dizzy George out of the house. Granny Jiang listened to the movement and opened the window to take a look, then looked at the time again, and sat back by the window.

  Qingyang City is really nothing fun, but the green mountains and green waters make the air fresher.

  Master Yan was in the city, and he turned around casually, and inadvertently saw a young man in the northwest, running away in embarrassment on the street, hitting countless stalls along the way.

Behind    followed a group of weird gangsters.

   Xiao Qiyou said: Isn’t this the master’s nephew?

  Master Yan said: Lao Tzu has always been nosy.

  Qi Dongyabo ran wildly. Seeing that the person behind was about to catch up, he suddenly saw the white-clothed boy across the street.

  In an instant, his eyes lit up.

  At this time, life-saving is the most important.

  Qi Dong didn’t even think about it. He rushed across the block and shouted heartbreakingly, "Uncle! Uncle Yan, help!!!"

   Yan Tao...

  Master Yan turned around leisurely, avoiding Qi Dong's paws with an indifferent expression, letting him fall to the ground, and walked over naturally.

  Qidong...

  Large noodles tearfully grabbed the boy's trousers, looked up at him miserably, with shameless face, "Uncle Yan, help me!"

  He is really...lost.

  The handsome boy's gaze fell, and he said in Qi Dong's expectant gaze, "Let go."

   "Qi Dong, I see where you are going!"

   "Give me the money!"

   "TM I want to rely on money after losing the game? No way!"

The young man with the locomotive headed by    tremblingly kicked Qi Dong and glanced at Yan Tao on the side of the street.

   "Ha, where did you find the weak chicken? Didn't you want him to help you?!"

  A bunch of gangsters laughed out loud, all laughter.

Qi Dong said: I am not angry at all.

  You had better scold a little bit harder.

  He stood up numbly and hid behind Yan Tao, deliberately provoking, "Xiang Xiang, I tell you, with my uncle here, don't want to touch my hair!"

   Xiang Xiang sneered, and looked up and down Yan Tao, "This kid? Weak chicken!"