National Doomsday: I picked up a poplar at the beginning

Looking at Li Qingluo's pink neck and pink cheeks, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva.

"By the way, you just said that you had something to tell me, what is the matter?"

Lin Pingzhi asked.

As a result, after Li Qingluo heard it, a trace of shyness appeared on her face.

Uh, Lin Ping was stunned, could it be that this Li Qingluo is still addicted to martial arts?"

"Lin Gongzi, that's the case, Zhuang Zhong has newly introduced a batch of clever gadgets, and the slave family wants to invite Lin Gongzi to take a look, and by the way, guide the slave family how to use it."

However, when Lin Pingzhi heard these words, he thought it was some kind of secret weapon or something, and he was not interested in it, so he said:

"Thank you Master Li, you don't have to look at these!" "

Hey, Lin Gongzi, you still call the slave owner? Just call me Qingluo! These things, I believe you will definitely like them, if you read it, you really don't feel interested, Qingluo is willing to make amends."

After speaking, Li Qingluo pulled her clothes, and the meaning of making amends was self-evident.

It is said that a woman is like a wolf at thirty and a tiger at forty, and Li Qingluo is nearly forty years old, and she is like a wolf

and a tiger! There are all kinds of amorous styles, Lin Pingzhi has really never seen it, so let's go and take a look!

"Okay, Miss Qingluo, you lead the way in front!" Retreating

from the maid outside the door, Li Qingluo took Lin Ping to a path in the manor.

While walking, Li Qingluo asked: "Lin Gongzi, when you just came in, why did you show people in women's clothes?"

Lin Ping was stunned, yes, why did he pretend to be a woman? By the way, that's what happened!"

I heard before that Li Qingluo

, the owner of Mandala Villa, chopped up and fed the dog when he saw a man, so I made this decision. "

Giggles... I didn't expect Lin Gongzi to be afraid of the slave family!" Along

the way, Li Qingluo's charming laughter was scattered, and at this time, she was like a twenty-eight girl, bouncing in front of her to lead the way.

twisted and twisted, Lin Pingzhi couldn't leave his eyes.

It's beautiful... It's so pretty....

Soon, I came to the backyard of the manor, a few lonely houses, scattered, no fallen leaves at the door, and it seemed that someone should have been cleaning it often.

Li Qingluo opened a room and said to Lin Pingzhi:

"Childe, look, these are those clever things, Childe must like it."

Lin Pingzhi followed behind Li Qingluo, walked into the house, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him.

, this Li Qingluo, cow...

There are all kinds of things, only what you can't think of, and nothing you can't see.

Taking advantage of Lin Pingzhi's stunned moment, Li Qingluo took a bundle of ropes and threw it on Lin Pingzhi's head.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi was really convinced, and he didn't expect this

Li Qingluo to be such a person? When he was not paying attention, he was really caught in the head by Li Qingluo, which is also because Li Qingluo, as a first-class martial artist, is not low in martial arts, otherwise he would not have that quasi, one set of accurate.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Pingzhi yelled.

Li Qingluo took out a rope and was about to fight with Lin Pingzhi, she shouted:

"Call the king..."

He

couldn't help but scold:

"Wang, you are still the master, Li Qingluo, I think you have a nervous disorder

!" After scolding, Lin Pingzhi immediately pulled, took the rope off his head, and threw it in front of Li Qingluo.

It's just that Lin Pingzhi didn't expect that Li Qingluo was scolded by herself for being neurotic, and she actually cried at this time.

"Hey, don't cry, how old is it, still crying, what does it look like?"

As soon as this sentence was finished, Li Qingluo cried even more.

"The slave family thinks you like this, you don't like it, and you can't scold people!" Lin

Pingzhi couldn't see this person crying, and his tone softened a little.

"How do you conclude that I like this? What are these things, looking at me very much, you say you're fine, what are you doing here?"

Li Qingluo said:

"But, but... He just likes this!" Li

Qingluo said to him, referring to Duan Zhengchun, who came to Mandala Villa once a year, but almost eight times out of ten times he ate closed-door soup.

For so many years, Li Qingluo has been collecting these things, also because she and Duan Zhengchun also discussed this way when they met for the first time.

Before she met Lin Pingzhi, she was still fantasizing that Duan Zhengchun would be able to change her mind and live a life-free life with her in Mandala Villa when the time came.

Therefore, Li Qingluo has always kept these things for Duan Zhengchun.

But today, when I met Lin Pingzhi, these are destined to be unable to stay.

"Qingluo, hurry up and throw these away, I can't eat when I look at it!" Li

Qingluo nodded lightly!

"Okay, listen to the son, I'll send someone to clean it up!"