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Chapter 127:

The next period of time was the most pleasant time after Yang Qingwu came to Guangzhou from Shanghai. The two small venues were enough for several people to spend on daily food and drinks. Moreover, with the care of 0213, the perverted super thug, the whole venue was even safe and sound. The younger brothers who were left by Xu Dalong also joined in. Naturally, Yang Qingwu was not so arrogant that he thought that a few people could really be domineering, so he also told Jiang Zhuohe to refuse everyone, and some of them were more pleasing to cultivate them. Because he saw Yang Qingwu's hand

Duan He's strength, Zheng Tonglin Yuejin was also very happy to meet several leaders of the district public security bureau for Yang Qingwu, but he didn't talk about anything bad about it naked, just sitting down to eat and singing, everyone get familiar with it first. After all, only acquaintances are easy to do. Yang Qingwu's words and deeds are very good at handling several occasions. The two of them talked privately and decided that this son was definitely not a thing in the pool and would definitely make a name for themselves in the future, so they also had a very intimate mind to make friends. After all, it was a disguised emotional investment.

During this period, there was still a group of people who were blind and didn't know where to get the news. After preparing for the swords, guns and sticks, they could not spend Yang Qingwu's life in exchange for money, but their arms and legs were broken. If Yang Qingwu hadn't believed in the ghosts and gods, they said, "Leave a Life of Love," with the 108-style murder technique of 0213, the lives of these big men who cried and kowtowed and begged for mercy would be really hard to protect.

Yang Qingwu, who was more and more happy, was like a flower fairy all day long and pulled colorful flowers everywhere to send flowers every day. However, there was no flower fairy who was like him, but this did not delay him smiling at the big girls and wives in the flower shops, and before leaving in the sunshine, he would always be forced to give a bottle of drink or dragged to the store to sit down and rest for a while before chatting.

Of course, I became more and more familiar with Qin Xiubai, a fresh beauty who had always felt good about him. I often made harmless jokes and made fun of each other. Yang Qingwu was much more happy and stayed with Qin Xiubai for a while, so I was always the last one to send her flowers every day.

I think anyone who sees Qin Xiubai's innocent and fresh smile will be relaxed from the heart. Yang Qingwu, who never thinks he can be much stronger than others, is under pressure from the ordinary people, naturally subconsciously willing to approach this girl with a relaxed and pleasant magic!

"Little White Rabbit, your flowers are here!"

This is a sentence that Yang Qingwu must say after giving Qin Xiubai the nickname of a little white rabbit.

At this time, Qin Xiubai would pretend to be serious and angry and walked out of the carefully decorated flower shop, and said with a slight anger:

"Little turtle, you're late again! Look, you're really a little turtle!"

That's right, this is a new nickname given by Yang Qingwu, who was so cute that she couldn't pass her away, and she told her real name Yang Qingwu, and she was given a new nickname as a revenge. It sounds very cute, especially from her mouth that it softly!

Yang Qingwu tried hard to resist such a nickname for a while and found that it was not effective, so he had to obediently accept it. But what he didn't know was that when he left again, Yang Qingwu looked at Qin Xiubai with a serious face and said:

"Qin Xiubai, do you know the story of the tortoise and hare racing?"

Qin Xiu, who was bent down carefully and gentlely fiddling with a pot of wood spring chrysanthemums, said in a narrow voice without raising his head, carrying a string of silver bell-like laughter:

"Everyone knows it, you, a big fool, don't know it!"

Yang Qingwu rolled her eyes in anger, sighed shyly, and said:

"The little turtle in the tortoise and hare race finally caught up with the little white rabbit! Do you call me the little turtle and want me to chase you?"

Qin Xiubai was frightened and immediately stood up, looking at Yang Qingwu with panic as if he had been discovered. He stared at Yang Qingwu with bright black and white eyes, which were clearly moist and moving. His pretty face, which was a little too white, also appeared two red and flushed, and he was a little anxious and could not speak. His red and tender lips opened and closed gently before he could defend anything, Yang Qingwu left with a smile, leaving behind a not-tall but tall enough back disappeared in the sunset that had begun to twilight. In a trance, there was a illusion that the golden body had achieved enlightenment.

Looking at the slight dust brought by Yang Qingwu's truck that was leaving, Qin Xiubai finally murmured softly:

"You are just a little turtle!"

As her breathing became more and more rapid, she quickly put down the buds of Muchunju, which was about to bloom, and ran back to the flower shop. She sucked oxygen for a while before her face returned to normal.

But the flower language of the wood spring chrysanthemums that are swaying in the afterglow of the sunset is destined to be something that Yang Qingwu cannot know!

When they met as scheduled the next day, they hid their unnatural things clumsyly. Qin Xiubai shouted loudly:

"Little Turtle! You're late again!"

It’s just that the strangeness in her tone may be heard by only her! At least Yang Qingwu, who was busy moving a pot of Phalaenopsis for him, wouldn’t be able to hear it.

After moving the flowers, the two would sit on a bench in the flower shop, holding a cup of white water, chatting about something casually. Yang Qingwu, who is from all over the world, said that he would not talk about literature, history, calligraphy, or current news, but also interesting stories. Qin Xiubai would also sit quietly next to a seat distance from one person, and from time to time he would whisper a few times while sorting out the nearest accounts, occasionally gathering up

The hair scattered on the face revealed some rare charm, full of various swaying and swinging colors. The two of them sat quietly like this. They could sit from three or four o'clock in the afternoon until they left the night. They sat until they had a glass of water, and they had nothing to say. They just let the time pass and silently pass. The atmosphere was naturally comfortable, not awkward or ambiguous, but just like the freshness of Qin Xiubai's body.

Yang Qingwu just finished talking about the fortune telling with the charlatan Wang Xuance on the train nearly a year ago. Listening to Qin Xiubai's description of Wang Xuance's defeated appearance because of his vivid description of his vivid expression, Yang Qingwu also grinned a little far-fetchedly, shook his head as if he wanted to throw out some people and things that had become the past. However, no matter how hard he tried, the beautiful face of the eyebrows was still difficult to remove. I think it was because it was too beautiful!

"Tell you a joke, listen!"

Yang Qingwu cleared his throat and looked at a blooming red rose not far away and said with a smile:

Qin Xiubai also closed the cover. The very cartoony and cute account book raised a small face and looked at Yang Qingwu, who looked very well like a primary school student who listened carefully and said:

"Don't listen to the jokes. The joke you said last time that you rely on shopping for the sea (helmsman) is not funny at all!"

"Oh, it's because you don't have taste, okay? You don't have IQ yet, you will be able to understand it!"

"Hmph! Are you talking or not?"

Qin Xiubai said coquettishly and cutely as ever:

Yang Qingwu smiled and said:

"Listen, I dreamed last night and dreamed of God. God said I was a great man and could satisfy my wish. Can you guess I made a wish for God?"

Yang Qingwu kept a secret and asked, deliberately chanting Qin Xiubai's interest:

"Who knows what you said! It's either a glory, wealth or a beauty, it's just your virtue!"

Qin Xiubai said hatefully: It seems that he will be very unhappy about Yang Qingwu using her IQ to talk about it.

Yang Qingwu smiled badly and said with a serious look on his face and said:

“I told God that I hope the world will be peaceful!”

"Then what?"

Qin Xiubai asked with some interest, obviously not very interested in his dream of dreaming of God and proposing that he hopes for world peace.

"Then God said this wish is too difficult, please change to another one!"

"Then what did you change?"

Yang Qingwu coughed, and said with a narrow-minded look in his eyes:

"I said I hope Qin Xiubai can become more beautiful!"

"Stop coming, do you think of me? I wonder if you are thinking of that woman in your heart?"

"You'll finish listening first. When God heard this, he looked embarrassed and took out a globe and said embarrassedly that we should discuss world peace!"

After hearing this, Qin Xiubai immediately stood up, and smashed the account book in his hand angrily, shouting:

“Is it harder for me to become beautiful than world peace?”
Chapter completed!