Song Tingfan thought about it seriously, and he said timidly: "Sister-in-law, isn't it possible?"

Facing his clean and pure eyes, Lin Qiao developed a sense of self-doubt.

Isn't it possible?

Yes.

Soon she looked away, "Yes, but my uncle is adult, and I still have to talk about my wife. Then my sister-in-law will take care of you for the child."

Song Tingfan didn't know what he thought of, but his neck was red. Lin Qiao was happy when she saw it. The villain was a little rabbit crying or a innocent little virgin.

She didn't buy teasing him anymore. When she saw the pancake stall on the roadside, she decided to buy a pancake to coax the "child". "Auntie, how do you sell the pancake?"

"A vegetarian piece, two meat pieces." The middle-aged lady with a gray turban made her pancake with quick hands and feet.

Lin Qiao took out two coins for her, "Buy a meat, aunt, put more meat, come often in the future."

"Girl, don't worry, my family has more meat in the whole town." The woman smiled and took the copper coins, she put another pancake on the iron pan.

Song Tingfan stood beside him and looked, not asking why Lin Qiao bought meat pies.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the woman handed the cake to Lin Qiao. After Lin Qiao thanked her, she handed it to Song Tingfan, "My uncle, give it."

Song Tingfan never thought that this meat pie was for her. He was obviously stunned. Lin Qiao smiled and stuffed it into his hand, "Uncle, why are you doing while standing there? Eat quickly."

"Sister-in-law, you eat." Song Tingfan reacted and handed it to her again.

Lin Qiao thought for a while and tore a small piece, "I'll take a bite and eat the rest of my uncle."

The woman smiled and her eyes were curved, bright and gentle.

Song Tingfan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

In Lin Qiao's eyes, he was a little stunned. Seeing that he didn't move, she tore another piece and fed it to his mouth, "Uncle, open your mouth."

Song Tingfan's eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth mechanically under her gaze.

"I'm so good at my uncle. Keep eating. My sister-in-law often buys it for you in the future." Lin Qiao patted his shoulder like an elder, then looked at both sides of the street to see if there was anything to do.

This is an important thing in Shangzhen.

Song Tingfan behind him had flushed cheeks, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look up. After a while, he carefully placed the pancakes in his clothes.

Keep it, keep it for my sister-in-law to eat.

The two walked one after another, Lin Qiao was in front and Song Tingfan was behind, and two shadows leaned slanted together.

"Milling ladle, spoon, dustpan, sell it cheaply..." A man was carrying things and passing by the two of them.

Lin Qiao's eyes fell on the shop behind him, and a wooden sign hung at the door of the shop.

Collection of embroidery.

Her eyes lit up and life was coming.

In his previous life, he starred in a costume drama, which promoted the inspirational love story of the male and female protagonists interspersed with embroidery.

The heroine is the legitimate daughter of a famous embroidery workshop. She has very good embroidery. In order to match the character's image, the crew hired a famous embroidery teacher to teach her. After studying for half a year, she could barely be able to do without a substitute in the camera.

The two walked into the cloth shop. The boss seemed to recognize Lin Qiao, rolled his eyes in disgust, "Don't sell it."

A basin of cold water splashed, Lin Qiao: "..."

Which dungeon play is this? Can you give me some tips?

She looked unrestrained, and pretended that she didn't see it, and smiled and said, "Boss, we don't buy anything. I want to ask if you want to collect a square platter? How many documents will you write?"

Hearing this, the boss looked at her strangely, and then mocked her even more bluntly: "Don't collect any stuff from the cheap."

Lin Qiao was not angry. She was about to say something, but her sleeve was pulled by someone. She turned her head and met the boy's face.

His handsome face was angry, "Sister-in-law, let's go."

How could Lin Qiao leave? She patted the back of his hand and signaled that it was okay.

The first lesson in acting is to teach them "shameless."

She looked back at the woman and smiled and praised, "Boss, you look very beautiful today, your cheeks are rosy and shiny."

Everyone likes to listen to good things. The boss snorted and showed off: "I bought one or two silver boxes."

"No wonder it's so good-looking, but the boss is pretty good-looking. I envy the boss, unlike me who can't even get a few cents."

Lin Qiao has seen many people in acting, especially when she first started playing supporting roles, she talks about people and talks about ghosts.

The boss touched his face and was obviously praised. She glanced at the woman, but she was fair and rosy without makeup.

But there are several patches on the clothes.

Poor widow.

"Oh, I can't get a few quotations? It's so poor."

She said as if she gave alms: "Seeing that you are a widow, I will barely accept it. Fangpa Bawen, you can take it with you after you make it, but if you don't have to embroidery, you don't have to."

Lin Qiaocai didn't care about her talking to the widow, she didn't care at all, and said gratefully: "Thank you, the boss, who is kind, and the business will definitely be prosperous in the future."

This kind of scene happened to Song Tingfan, which was because his sister-in-law was wronged and his nose was a little sore.

After pulling the cloth a few feet away, the two of them left the shop. Lin Qiao caught a glimpse of Song Tingfan lowering her head and feeling unhappy. She wondered: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry." Song Tingfan bit his lower lip with guilt.

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant. Her eyes turned, and she sighed quickly, making a difficult but firm look, "Uncle, the family doesn't speak two families, I am your sister-in-law, and everything I should do."

Song Tingfan felt even more guilty. His sister-in-law was obviously so kind to him, so why did he think his sister-in-law was not good?

Seeing the boy's expression change, Lin Qiao sighed in her heart that the villain was too simple before he turned evil.

But it may be because it is too simple that it will turn completely into evil in the later stage.

So she must always be nice to the villain.

Life is ahead.

After coming out of town, it was already dark. The two of them went to the dilapidated temple. Because there were often people staying in the village, they were pretty clean.

When they entered, there were already two men, and they were gnawing on the hard cake.

Lin Qiao is very good-looking, and the men look here from time to time.

Song Tingfan frowned, then said to Lin Qiao: "Sister-in-law, let's go to that corner."

It was a dead corner, he was staying outside, and he first noticed what others wanted to do.

Lin Qiao looked at the corner of her dream, and the scenes in her mind came out again. She shook her head in a trembling manner and said, "Let's go here, there is wind here." As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance at the boy's lower body.

She could see clearly when she was dreaming.

Cough cough cough...

I can only say that it has nothing to do with Xiao.

Realizing that she was thinking about the dirty scene, she blushed and shook her hand concealedly, "It's so hot this day."

"It's a little hot." Song Tingfan spread his hands together, shaking up and down to fan her.

"Uncle, no need." Lin Qiao didn't dare to look directly at him and sat next to Zhuzi to "calm".

Song Tingfan sat obediently beside her, staring at the man who was still looking at him not far away. He frowned and guarded with caution.

Then he moved a little and stood in front of Lin Qiao.
Chapter completed!