Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Forty minutes later, the captain who had drunk three cups of milk tea brought the workers back, looked at the pile of ruins that he expected to be demolished in five days, turned his head with his mouth open and stiffened his neck, and asked the man: "Is this... Did we do it?"

Even with a little preparation in my heart, I didn't expect that the guy in such a scene swallowed hard, and said: "Boss, those high-end materials are shifted to mid-gear, less ash, less ground. I suggest you don't do it anymore. "It's really going to die!

Zhao Yinfeng smashed it down, smashing a huge cement block, and said, "Where else is it going to be demolished?"

The workers next to him trembled, and looked at his one-handed pounding look, and at the same time looked at their captain.

"There is nothing to dismantle." Meng Su put the drawing in his hand and said: "See it clearly for yourself."

"Mr. Chen, let your workers come more. If the time can be quickened, I will add 20,000 yuan a day to the early construction period." He Li smiled. They can do things like demolishing the wall, but the technical work of wiring and cleaning the wall is really not what they can do. Then, they can only have money to make the ghosts.

Twenty thousand a day? The captain's eyes suddenly shined, is this a local tyrant? **** Tyrant?

"If we can't be satisfied and postpone the time, Mr. Chen, then I will have to deduct 30,000 a day." He Li's subsequent words made the team leader's eyes dim again.

"Yes, we will find someone right away." Pushing the captain away, the guy stepped forward. Originally, the homeowner paid two million for their project. Later, the bosses took over and added another one million. The construction period is four months. According to their design, it doesn’t take that long to work. After all, if you add some familiar hands, it will be possible fifty days in advance, that is one million!

"Very well, here you come. We have some changes here. We need to change the materials. Don't worry, we will pay for the materials." He couldn't leave the guy with the sensuality and walked aside. After watching for several days, he was considered to be Seeing some ways, here, the person who can really lead the work is this guy, and he is a practicing family.

Ling Qingyu followed Cheng Jia and Yang Zhao around. Cheng Jia's design was very Chinese, but it fully met her needs. Of course, this was also due to the fact that Cheng Jia knew her needs very well.

The bed should be comfortable, the light should be good, the bathroom should be big enough, and the study room should be spacious.

Now one has been added, and the sound insulation is better.

The original area of ​​the villa was large. Cheng Jia redesigned the original layout and separated 13 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 3 study rooms, a large living room and two small halls, as well as a large dining room and a small flower room outside. There are also terraces on the second and third floors.

The overall decoration is mainly warm, with a lot of blank space on the wall for hanging calligraphy and painting in the future.

In the outside garden, Cheng Jia's design is very elegant. In addition to repairing the bamboo fish pond, a piece of grass is left in the innermost part. One is for Ling Qingyu to bask in the sun, and the other is for them to practice their functions.

After walking around, he thought of everything Ling Qingyu thought of, and he also thought of what he didn't expect, which made her feel very impressed. A genius is a genius! No matter what time and space it is, it is the same.

Workers clean up the waste in the villa. In the afternoon, everyone went to watch the American blockbuster and was brainwashed by the science fiction special effects inside. After dinner, Ling Qingyu has been working on science fiction popularization under various problems.

When he returned to the bedroom, Ling Qingyu's head was still dizzy with the weird questions they asked. He saw half leaning on the chaise longue, his thin and powerful body coming out with half uncovered clothes, and a pair of peach eyes Yan Qi was stunned when the light overflowed with colorful light.

"Come here~" Seeing her standing still at the door, Yan Qi's eyes waved, and the tone turned several times.

Ling Qingyu turned his head slowly in a daze, and then saw the closet that was wide open on one side.

With a smirk, Ling Qingyu stepped forward, sat beside him, and stroked his chest with his fingers.

Yan Qi chuckled softly: "A hole in Yan San's chest will be fine. I am naturally healed a long time ago. Don't worry, my body is very good now. No matter how hard I toss, it will be fine." He knew her. What to worry about, in fact, after so many days, she has been worried, worried that all this is just a dream, worried that their bodies are not all well, or that their trauma is healed, and internal diseases like him and He Li have not. Okay, even if I was with him last time, I fully cooperated with his impulse.

However, Ying Jiu's stunned green can do that. If he still shows weakness, wouldn't it be too bad!

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned red, and her small eyes swept across the wall involuntarily.

"Fool, I wouldn't be as stupid as Ying Jiu!" Yan Qi pulled her down and kissed her lips, with a chuckle in her voice.

Not as stupid as Ying Jiu was that he asked Ling Qingyu to tie his mouth with a ribbon, so that all the voices were suppressed behind the ribbon, and the groan that made that way was even more fatal.

As a result, when Ling Qingyu was paralyzed on the bed, what he thought in his head was, fortunately, mother's plane arrived in the afternoon...

"My daughter will come to pick me up, where is your son?" Wu Yi asked her old classmate Huang Jia when he was carrying the luggage.

"My son should come too." Huang Jia said uncertainly. She called her son, but according to his son's busyness, she was afraid that she would call the driver again.

"What are you two anxious about? Go back and make an appointment for the two children to bump into it." Another old classmate laughed. These two people, one daughter divorced, one son divorced, their old classmates walked around America and came back on the plane, they talked about it, and then they thought about it.

"That's right, Wu Yi, are you going to stay in Shanghai for a few more days? Just right, I'm the host, let's have a meal together." Pan Yinru smiled. She has met Wu Yi’s daughter. Huang Jia’s son is an elite among the elites. He might not be attracted to Wu Yi’s daughter. It’s better to step back and meet up with dinner. It’s better than being embarrassed in the future. They play so well. I will go out together later.

"Yes, don't worry, don't worry." Huang Jia smiled.

Wu Yi smiled and pushed the luggage cart to greet the others to go out together.

A line of stylishly dressed old ladies with short hair dyed in colorful colors pushed a lot of luggage and walked out, causing the people next to them to step back slightly, making them very conspicuous among the people going out.

As soon as I walked out, I saw a woman in the welcoming crowd holding a large bouquet of flowers and raising her hand. When she saw them, she immediately walked around the exit, and when they were out of the cordon, she rushed forward.

Wu Yi drove the luggage cart and hugged her daughter tightly. She felt her daughter's unusual excitement. Not only did she hug herself tightly, she also made a choking noise on her shoulders. Wu Yi I didn't notice the red eyes.

"Mom...Mom...Mom..." Ling Qingyu called out. For more than 20 years, her relatives who had thought she would never see them again now embraced her again. That mood made her sour and sweet. Feeling wronged and happy...

"Oh! Mom is back, ah, what's the matter?" Wu Yi noticed something wrong with her daughter. Although the relationship between the two is extremely close, what's the matter with the feeling of being lost and recovered?

"I miss you!" Wiping his tears, and seeing several old ladies looking at him with a smile, Ling Qingyu let go of his mother in embarrassment, put the flowers in her arms, and smiled: "Welcome come back."

Wu Yi took the flower and touched her daughter's head with a smile. She was thinking about what she had seen or heard, and in the corner of her eye she saw that her luggage cart had been pushed over by someone else.

It was a man in his twenties, with a slender figure, half-length hair tied behind his head with a headband, and a flattering smile on Junxiu's face softened the phoenix eyes with sharp eyes.

Wu Yi glanced, then glanced again, this young man? I don’t know, but I don’t look like a thief. After taking the cart, I stood aside, with a big smile on his face that he didn’t use often, but standing there, it reminded her of her youth for no reason. When I saw the javelin in the army, the more I looked at it, the more I couldn't look away.

But, what are you doing with my luggage? !

Seeing his mother's eyes always look behind her, Ling Qingyu only remembered...

"Mom, this is Yan San, me, boyfriend." Ling Qingyu stepped a little away, so that Yan San was facing his mother with a big smile, and said.

Wu Yi was stunned, as were the old ladies next to her.

Bashuang took a look of surprise, inquisition, doubt, and suspicion, and hit Yan San who had only been secretly aiming just now.

Yan San felt that this was more stressful than that when he faced hundreds of martial artists, his muscles were tight, and he worked hard to keep his facial muscles smiling.

"Aunt Pan, my car is outside, I'll take you back." Ling Qingyu pulled his mother a hand and smiled at Pan Yinru.

Wu Yi recovered and smiled: "Xiaoyan, hello, hello."

She held Ling Qingyu with both hands, and Yan San didn't know whether the people who should learn from here stretched out a hand for a handshake. In anxiousness, she knelt with her knees together, and put her hands on the ground in an extremely standard posture, with her head heavily knocked He went on and said: "Yan San has seen the old lady."

There was silence...

Everyone around them froze, including those who came to pick up people and walk out.

The huge drops of sweat dripped from Yan San's head. Seeing this, did he do something wrong?

After Ling Qingyu froze, he was moved and sorrowful in his heart, so he quickly let go of his mother's hand, stepped forward to pull him up, and said, "Call Mom!"

"Mom!" Yan San exclaimed in a kind-hearted manner.

"Okay, let's not get in the way!" Ling Qingyu turned around and grabbed the completely rigid mother to go out, and winked at the few people standing behind.

Several people He Li stepped forward, took the carts in the hands of several other rigid old ladies, and smiled: "Madam, let's come, please here."