That bully is mine

old house life

Some people in the group who don't talk often are chasing after Yan Su and asking: How do you know?

Qin Miao thought for a while, and remembered what her husband had taught about true and false, intertwined false and real, so she replied: Why do you think I created this group?There must be inside information, don't believe it.

Nonsense: Group leader, do you know God Gu?

Yan Su pushed all his life: You guess.

Qin Miao wanted to beat you to death but never would have guessed that I am Gu Yan's own mother!

After two days of being raised in the old house, Lin Su has almost recovered. Of course, this is his own feeling. Gu Yan just didn't let go, and Qin Miao's intimacy and consideration made Lin Su gradually adapt.

Qin Miao is different from other mothers. She doesn't like beauty and manicure. With her natural beauty, she has more time to do what she wants to do, such as playing games.In the past, Lin Su wouldn't believe that Qin Miao was a young Internet addict.

"Right, right, right! On the left! Shake him! Shake him! Nice! Two heads, Xiao Su, you are so strong!" Qin Miao turned the mouse and followed Lin Su to collect experience. This is a new game developed by Gu. The project is still in the internal testing stage, and Qin Miao, as the wife of the president, has naturally obtained the internal testing qualification.

But just... Lin Su thought to himself, it's too good.Fortunately, Qin Miao entertained herself and didn't think anything was wrong.

"Hey, Auntie feels bad when you think of you leaving." Qin Miao said in a sad tone, but smiled like a sunflower on her face, and picked up all the gold coins on the ground with bright eyes, "When your college entrance examination is over, Stay with Auntie for a few months."

Lin Su felt warm in his heart, and replied, "Okay."

In the past few days, Gu Yan had checked the video with Lin Su a few times, and asked about the boy's diet. Lin Su could feel that Brother Yan was very busy, so he didn't bother him easily, but on the fourth day, his body was fast. He has long hair. After all, he is a young man, and he is not addicted to the Internet like Qin Miao. Lin Su tried to get out of this three-story luxury building. The servants who passed by were very polite and always nodded when they saw him. However, the clear classification still made Lin Su a little unnatural.

That afternoon Qin Miao was sleeping, and the whole old house was quiet. Lin Su looked at the corner of the broken fence in the yard, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and finally found something interesting.

This is the place for Linhai daisies to bloom. The first batch has already withered. When these batches come out, we will ask a florist to plant them around the old house. This is Qin Miao's favorite flower.

The fence that surrounds the sea daisies is an old-fashioned fence. The corners may have been stepped on, and it is crooked, which greatly affects the appearance. There are repair tools next to it. Lin Su rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

When Gu Haosheng came back in the evening, he took a special look at Liba Garden, and said to Qin Miao with a smile, "The workers I hired this time are good, and they repaired it beautifully."

Qin Miao was taken aback, "What worker?"

Gu Haosheng frowned: "Libayuan."

Lin Su who was drinking water suddenly coughed lightly.

Gu Haosheng seemed to have noticed something, turned his head to look at Lin Su, with surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Su, did you cultivate?"

"Hmm..." Lin Su responded weakly, "Anyway, I'm idle."

Qin Miao was shocked and asked, "What about the loose kitchen door?"

"Just turn a screw."

"Broken railing on the second floor?"

"I added a board."

Mrs. Qin is an old man here, and she couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this: "God, I told my wife just now that I don't know which worker it is, who works so hard and doesn't register, and I'm worried about shorting his wages."

Gu Haosheng laughed lightly, "Xiao Su is really amazing." Actually, what he was thinking in his heart was, how did Gu Yan get this shit luck?