Chapter 227: The black man, so innocent (2)
Chapter 227 Darkening boss, so innocent (2)
[Host, this plane is a bit dangerous, you have to be cautious, and you can’t go fishing for three days and drying the net for two days as before. 】
Su Qiao quietly rolled his eyes.
Does she have it?
Wrong people.
In the first three novice planes, she obviously completed very well.
Su Qiao was chatting with Xiao Si, but the fat woman opposite was still chatting.
"Also, my son is a supernatural person. He is a great person. Don't just go to him if you don't want a little thing. I want you to look good."
Su Qiao calmly raised her head, put her hand on the table, and slowly raised her eyelids: "Anything else?"
The woman was slightly satisfied with her attitude: "Don't ask, I really forgot."
very rudely ordered: "After you get married, stop your messy relatives."
"Especially your lame dad, you are not allowed to interact with him in the future, so as not to let others laugh at our Lin family for finding such a poor relative."
Su Qiao chilled her face.
Pushing his lips tightly, he looks at the young man beside him with a cold scrutiny gaze.
One meter and seven meters tall, one hundred and seventy-eight catties, three to four layers on the chin, very common facial features, and acne on the face, but the small eyes are shining with piercing light.
At first glance, he is not a pure-minded person.
"Xiao Qiao, you...what are you looking at?" Lin Feng was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.
Su Qiao had no expression on his face, but a pair of cold Dan Feng's eyes were cold.
Picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip of boiled water, then he spoke casually:
"Nothing, I just want to see, are you inlaid with gold or jade?"
Marrying someone is not selling one’s own life. He even said that after getting married, he can’t even communicate with his father.
is simply ridiculous.
Although Su Qiao has not had time to merge her memories, she has a very bad impression of the mother and child.
Lin Feng was taken aback, and some did not react: "What?"
There was pantothenic acid in his stomach, and Su Qiao looked at the rich dishes on the table.
"Wait until I'm full before talking."
I was hungry, and there was still a lot of food in front of me, so Su Qiao decided not to treat herself badly.
Regardless of them, pick up the chopsticks, pick up the bowl and start eating.
Lin Feng opened his mouth, and wanted to ask her what she meant.
But seeing Su Qiao eager to eat, and the look of not wanting to pay attention to him, he temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his heart.
Just, he always feels that she has become a little different?
Didn't she still want to be with herself before?
How come your attitude suddenly becomes cold now?
Opposite Mrs. Lin saw that Su Qiao was immersed in hard work, and couldn't help feeling even more disgusted.
"Tsk, look at her so poor, she looks like she hasn't eaten good things for hundreds of years. It's really shameful."
Lin Feng had a bad feeling in his heart, and his face was a little ugly: "Mom, don't you say a few words."
Mrs. Lin became angry, and her voice became louder again: "I'm not wrong again."
"Look at her like that, sitting and not sitting, eating and not eating, chopsticks are still so rudely picking dishes everywhere."
"Huh, this one looks like a starving ghost reborn, and I know it came out of the slum."
Su Qiao looked at the chopsticks in his hand, wondering a bit.
Aren’t the chopsticks used to hold dishes?
However, since the dishes she had picked up, they all disliked it, then... just right.
Su Qiao kept holding hands, and simply stirred each dish with his chopsticks a few times.
"you…….?"
Mrs. Lin was about to stretch out her chopsticks, and when she saw her behavior, she was so angry that she blocked her chest.
Su Qiao looked up with an unclear face, so: "What's the matter? Why don't you eat it?"
"..." Lin Feng, mother and son were choked.
Following their gaze, Su Qiao looked at his hand.
suddenly realized, his eyes explained very sincerely: "Oh, don't worry, my hands are very clean."
Speaking, she put the chopsticks, first picked her ears, and then scratched her hair indiscriminately.
(End of this chapter)
