Chapter 495

After solving the problem, Yan Tao bought a ticket and flew back to Qingyang City.

The handsome and evil young man wears black framed sunglasses and walks like the wind. His back is as tall as pine and bamboo. His temperament of Qingjun and evil sycophant is a scenic spot in the whole airport.

At the moment of leaving the airport, a chubby little old man jumped out next to him, "surprise! Yan!"

Yan Tao

She looked sideways and saw a familiar face.

Smith.

The young man drew slightly from the corner of his mouth and put his left hand on Smith's shoulder. His handsome face was as cold as jade. She glanced at him leisurely, "Smith, can we change the first time we play this trick?"

Smith shook his head: "nonono! Yan! There is an idiom in your country. It's not cool to try a hundred times! I'm doing it now. It's not cool to try a hundred times!"

Yan Tao

Good.

Plain white's hand pushed the little old man away. The boy hooked his hand at the taxi driver. The car rushed to her, "classmate, where are you going?"

"Qingzhong."

"Good!"

Smith watched the boy leave smartly, with two dark circles under his eyes, and wanted to cry without tears.

There are not many people on the street today.

Yan Tao stepped out of the door with his slender legs and inserted his pocket with one hand. Only the perfect arc of his chin was exposed. The arc of his thin lips was like a smile, full of the smell of bewitchment.

"Hey, Hello!"

George, who was struggling to find his way, saw someone coming out and ran over with bright eyes to ask the way, "I want to ask, how can I go this way?"

The boy turned sideways and his slightly raised eyebrows fell on George's face through sunglasses. Well, it seems a little familiar.

Xiao Qi: Master, isn't this the painter who ran three blocks after you?

Yantao: Well, painter.

George's eyes touched the young man's picturesque face. He was obviously stunned and asked tentatively, "are you Yan and Yan Tao?"

He looked down at the address and name on the paper again.

"Well..." Yan Tao said with a smile, "I'm not."

George scratched his head and stared at Yan Tao without blinking. "Are there so many beautiful people in China?"

Yan Tao: "no, I'm the only beautiful person in China."

George

Xiao Qi

After teasing George, Yantao led people into the yard. Mrs. Jiang was making clothes on the stone table with a needle and thread. Listening to the sound, she raised her head and showed a kind smile, "where is this child from? Come on, show it to grandma."

Yan Tao

What do you mean again.

I turned one. Thank you, and I haven't turned it yet.

George Hula jumped up to mother-in-law Jiang and glanced excitedly at the clothes she had made. "Is this Chinese embroidery? I've never seen anyone really do it? Grandma, can you do it?"

There was a light in his eyes and he obviously liked it very much.

Mrs. Jiang came to her strength, put up a pair of reading glasses and said, "do you like it?"

"I like it so much!"

"Yes, I can teach you."

"Really?"

George can't believe he has such good luck.

Chinese ancient embroidery is a work of art full of ancient flavor.

It excites him to think about it!

Yan Tao glanced at them casually.

Um.

Mrs. Jiang has forgotten herself to forget that she has a grandson.

Good.

Yan, little poor Tao walked into the kitchen silently, chopping and cooking with a kitchen knife.

Not long after, the whole yard was filled with a rich and attractive smell of rice. Mrs. Jiang, who was addicted to embroidery, brightened her eyes and automatically walked to the kitchen, "Tao Tao, what delicious did you do?"