Wife Please Be Obedient

Why didn't she come out, but her and Qin Ma's wide-open eyes and slightly opened mouth made Qin Guanglin feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

This painting has exceeded his level limit, not just a little bit, it has almost exhausted his energy for nearly half a month, and he had a high fever when he put down the pen.

It took a full day and two nights to get over.

This is his best work. It used to be, and it will be in the future. He knew he would never paint a second one that was similar to this.

So I won’t paint anymore.

This one is enough.

"Art." Qin Guanglin grinned, and he was a little surprised when he saw the finished painting again at this time.

It's perfect.

"If you sell this, you have to sell it for a lot of money, right?" Qin Ma was shocked. She always thought that Qin Guanglin was just painting a broken painting, just like a second-tier or third-rate painting. distinct.

It's too thin.

"Sell a fart and be a family heirloom."

Qin Guanglin was dissatisfied, and took the picture clip from the corner, but he was stopped.

"Wait a minute, I'll look again."

She leaned closer and looked at herself in the painting carefully, her eyes were shining brightly.

"Like it?"

"like."

"Take it back and frame it with a picture frame, hang it at home, and you can watch it every day."

Qin Guanglin waited for a moment, put the painting away, and handed it to her. He was also infinitely satisfied.

He smiled and walked out of the studio, then turned around and said, "Take it, I'm going to be a family heirloom."

"Ok."

Why not hold the picture scroll in front of his chest and nod his head obediently, and follow him out.

This must be a family heirloom.

Seeing that the two were about to go out, Qin's mother smacked her lips and said, "Hey...give me one too."

"Can't make it out."

"Humph."

"Wait for a few days, I'll give you a different one." Qin Guanglin turned around and smiled at Ma Qin, and why not go back to mount the painting.

The so-called whole thing is different, why not see it with Qin Ma on the official account a few days later, when Qin’s mother came back from the National Day, she boiled turtle soup and blasted Qin Guanglin out, and turned around and shouted, why not come in and try this lively on the official account. .

In addition, there were four issues about the topic of ‘climbing the mountains and swimming in the water’ and ‘touring in the mountains and water’ during dinner together.

Comment area.

"My mother."

"real."

"I hope my future mother-in-law is so cute too."

"Proper mother."

"A question every day: When do you get married?"

"Upstairs, I want to see the marriage life."

"+1, can't wait."

"..."

The number of fans is close to 20,000, and the comment section is very long and very active, but the topic is always inadvertently extended to the topic of urging marriage.

Qin Guanglin leaned on the sofa, smirked at the phone, swiping his fingers, and he felt more comfortable as he watched.

"Do you see my official account? Other netizens are more anxious than us." He shouted at the kitchen, who was wearing an apron cooking.

"Then do you want to set a table for them when you get married?"

"Well... I will look at my painting, look happy, what to put on it." Qin Guanglin pressed his mobile phone while replying to comments while muttering: "When we get married, draw the marriage process and send it to them. It’s fun to watch. These netizens are so cute...I hope they can find their own happiness too."

After replying to a few messages, he put down his phone and smiled, picking up the map of Los Angeles on the table to study.

This was brought out by him from the real estate agency. It marked the location and approximate price of each community. It seemed quite intuitive at first glance. Now let's get an idea to prevent it from losing money.

Major events must be cautious.

"Wash your hands and watch it here." Why not bring out the last dish, kick him lightly, and urge the meal.

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin folded up the map and washed his hands clean. He sat back and thought for a while, and asked, "Do you think our wedding is Chinese or Western?"

"what?"

Why did she froze for a while, she was still looking at the map just now, and now she went back to the wedding directly, Qin Guanglin's leap of thought caught her a bit off guard.

"Just get married normally, what Western-style Chinese style...it depends on how others get married, we just get married."

"That won't work, it's only once in my life, it has to be a little grand..."

"I can make you knot twice if you like."

"Bah, baah."

Qin Guanglin squeezed her face angrily, "How did I find you so careless?"

"Why don't you care about it?" Why not shake his head and shake off his hand, and smiled: "Isn't marriage just a formality? It's so fancy, it's better to save money and take me to eat delicious food."

"Is it less delicious than yours?"

"Hurry up and eat, don't be fussy."

Why not stop the topic forcibly, now I start thinking about Chinese and Western styles wherever I go, and then he has to talk about it. Tomorrow he will be able to buy the ring back with an inch-it means that the sky is too exaggerated, anyway it is fast.

Qin Guanglin thought it was a bit early to really talk about this. There is still a bride price after the house is settled, and the bride price is earned and the marriage is required. The proposal still needs a diamond ring. If you want to be happy and happy, you can marry home. There are still many things to do.

Although it is not impossible to take the relationship between the two people even naked, but that would be too wrong to her. Of course, we must give the better.

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In November, under Qin Guanglin's insistence, the two had another weekend activity. They drove around Los Angeles on Saturday, looking at the surrounding environment of each area, and excluding those who were not satisfied one by one on the map.

The method of exclusion was easy to use, but Qin Guanglin had a headache after taking it twice out. She seemed to be unsatisfied with everything, so she would give a general evaluation at most.

"What is your ideal house like?"

Qin Guanglin couldn't help but ask when he drove slowly around Xicheng.

There is a University of Los Angeles and an affiliated elementary school on the West Side. It’s just that the price of the school district’s room is too high. Let alone this year, he can’t afford it for a few more years. He has no choice but to leave with regret, but he is still very casual. Not tempted, but also singled out a bunch of problems for others.

He even suspected that it was because she couldn't afford it, but she didn't look like it.

"Ideal..." Why not look at the window of the car and think for a while, and said: "...Beside, be quiet, the number of floors should not be too high or too low, the lighting should be good, and the price should be cheap."

"...You are the same as you didn't say, most people like it."

Qin Guanglin's eggs hurt, "Who doesn't want the price to be cheap? Who doesn't want to have good lighting?...Unless vampires hide in the dark house every day."

"So go shopping, there is always something suitable." Why not shrug, and then reached out the window: "Park, I want to eat stinky tofu."

"...Don't eat."

"You don't love me anymore."

"It's the same as shit... OK, come back after you eat, don't kiss me before brushing your teeth." Qin Guanglin sadly parked the car by the roadside, watching her jump to buy stinky tofu.

Who invented this anti-human thing... Hey~ It's too bad.

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Three shifts delivered.

The salted fish author has heated it into dried fish