MTL - The Sweet Wife In Master Qin’s Arms is a Boss-Chapter 18 Are you narcissistic too?

   Chapter 18 Are you actually narcissistic?

  When Zhao Xiaoliu's hand was less than five centimeters away from her, she raised her foot and kicked Zhao Xiaoliu's lower body with purpose and force, and then kicked him sideways, directly kicking the person to the ground.

   This action was completed in an instant, and Zhao Xiaoliu was not even given a chance to cry bitterly. At this moment, he was lying on the ground, his face pale, his hands were covering the sore spot, and he cried bitterly.

   At this moment, the bus just came, Yun Nan raised his hand and grabbed the brim of his hat, lowered it for a few minutes, and got on the bus with his feet up.

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When Ye Mei saw Yun Nan going out, she pulled Qiao Donghe and said, "I think that wild girl is a white-eyed wolf. It's not a good thing to have the 100,000 IOU in her hands. Go to the intermediary, hang up the house, and wait for the house. After selling it, we took the money and went to the town to buy a house, and that wild girl can't do anything to us."

  Ye Mei thought about it all night, but she felt that the house was sold and she had no worries.

  Qiao Donghe hesitated a little, "This, can this work?"

   Ye Mei said: "Why not? That one hundred thousand IOUs are profitable, and now they are more than double. When the house is taken away by the wild girl, where do we live?"

  Qiao Donghe was also very worried, and agreed after thinking about it, "Then I'll go to the town to see."

   Ye Mei did not forget to instruct: "You can't let the wild girl know."

   Qiao Donghe nodded and went out.

   In Chenyao Town, the blazing sun is in the sky

   Yun Nan just got out of the car when he heard a groan: "Selling watermelons, big and sweet watermelons."

   It’s already September, and there are still many watermelons.

   Yun Nan walked into a photo studio. The weather was hot and there were no customers in it.

   The front desk recognized Yun Nan at a glance, mainly because such a beautiful little girl could not even be seen on TV.

   She, a woman in her twenties, couldn't bear to look away.

   Yun Nan walked to the front desk, and before he spoke, the front desk smiled and said, "The photos have been restored, are you satisfied?"

   said, the front desk found the paper-sealed photo in the drawer and handed it to her.

Yun Nan took the paper seal, stretched her slender fingers in, and took out the photo. This was a photo of grandma and her. It was placed in the corner of the room, and there was a lot of dust. In addition to the rainy season some time ago, the photo was ruined. So I took it to a photo studio to fix it.

  Grandma is seventy years old, with gray hair, kind eyes, and always with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, which makes people feel very kind.

   At that time, she was only eight years old. The two ponytails her grandmother put on her, her little face had lost the baby fat, and she looked very thin. A small tiger tooth appeared inadvertently, and her smile was very sweet.

  The photo has a large one and a small one, which can be put in a purse. This is the only photo of her and her grandmother.

   She said warmly, "It's been repaired very well."

   The front desk saw that she was satisfied, so she smiled and asked in a low voice, "Are you a star?"

   Yun Nan put away the photo and looked up at the curious front desk. She shook her head: "No."

   After saying that, he turned and left.

   The front desk was full of regret: "It's such a beautiful look, it's a pity not to be a star."

   River City

  A yellow Lamborghini sports car parked in front of Lieutenant Colonel Jiang Chengxing.

  Rong Qi was wearing light-colored casual clothes, which could not conceal his noble temperament.

   He turned his head to look at Fa Xiao, who was beside him. He was also the prince of the most beautiful city in Jiangcheng. Even the most beautiful male star in the capital would be a little dim when he stood beside him.

   At this time, he was holding his phone in one hand as if taking pictures, and asked curiously, "When did you become so narcissistic?"

   There was a bit of a joke in his voice.

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   Begging for tickets to bubble up.

   Four shifts a day.

   What group?

   Our male protagonist is online!

   (end of this chapter)