Male God Please Lie Down

She is the golden phoenix flying out in the mountain, and she usually goes back with all kinds of ostentation. Now that she has finally borrowed it, she really doesn't want to return it at all.

"I can't bear it! What if it breaks! I just bought this."

Huang Qingming shook his head and refused aloud.

"It won't break, I promise... You know, this is my marriage! The first big thing in life, please!"

Qian Xiaole folded his hands together and looked at Huang Qingming imploringly.

Huang Qingming's expression was also very hesitating.

"Otherwise, you can buy it. I think you are cheaper. Anyway, your marriage is a major event in your life!"

"..."

Qian Xiaole felt speechless when she heard this.

"Forget it, I'll give it back to you!"

Qian Xiaole shrugged, took out the duffel bag from under the bed, and took out his clothes from it.

Huang Qingming also put the contents of her black box into her duffel bag.

After finishing all this, she looked at Qian Xiaole and smiled, "Xiaole, you won't be angry!?"

"Of course I won't be angry anymore, this is your thing!"

Qian Xiaole smiled dryly and shook his head again.

"Then I can rest assured, we are still good friends!"

Huang Qingming smiled again, climbed to the top, and went to practice.

Qian Xiaole was below, vomiting blood out of anger.

The time on the train passed quickly.

After getting out of the car, I took another bus.

After being bumped for two hours, the bus stopped on a large piece of yellow land.

"Where is your home?"

Huang Qingming looked at the endless yellow land, although she knew that it would take some distance to get to Qian Xiaole's house.

But just stab Qian Xiaole.

"I just sent a text message to Zhao Gang, and he will ask someone to pick us up."

Qian Xiaole smiled again, but there was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

The two stood and waited for half an hour, when the tractor to pick them up finally arrived.

The two of them got on the tractor and swayed for a while, and finally arrived at Qian Xiaole's house.

Her house was not very good. Qian Xiaole gave her the house she used to live in, and she went to sleep with her mother.

Her father sleeps in the same room with her brother.

Huang Qingming slept in a room alone, and was also happy.

They don't bother, that's good.

Therefore, for the next few days, Huang Qingming practiced his inner power mentality in the room, staying in this room except for going out to eat.

Qian Xiaole didn't bother to bother her, so naturally he wouldn't go to ask more questions.

Finally it came to the day of Qian Xiaole's wedding. Huang Qingming also found a black T from her bag and put it on with simple jeans underneath. She walked into Qian Xiaole's room.

Although the wedding was held in the countryside, Qian Xiaole bought a wedding dress. After all, it was the first marriage in his life. This is still very necessary.

"Huang Qingming, what do you mean now!?"

Qian Xiaole was talking to some sisters in the village about what he was in the city, but in a blink of an eye he saw Huang Qingming walking in in a black T.

What does this mean, she got married today, she was wearing black clothes, didn't she come to feel bad?