The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

Grandma Ning, who was holding Father Chu, gave her a very refreshing feeling. There were dazzling rays of light in her eyes, some were gentle, some were bright, some were soft, and some were loving. She was what she yearned for infinitely, and her mother looked at her. eyes.

That fire, the tears of the old man Chu, once hit her heart, making her sour and astringent.

The sour thing is that he never forgets his wife who has passed away for so many years, endlessly nostalgic and nostalgic;

The sad thing is that he has never used it. He has looked at her with the eyes of his wife and child in the photo. It is obvious that she is the child of the descendant of him and his beloved wife.

The direct relatives, do not adulterate any false ingredients, why can't you love her?

She even thought many times that it would be nice if grandma was alive.

If she were alive, would such a big Chu family have someone who loved her?

Grandpa seems to love grandma so much, if grandma makes him love himself, will he listen?

Dad listens to grandpa's words. If grandma asks for grandpa and grandpa asks for dad again, will dad love her too?

If daddy loves her too, can mommy give her a hug too?

Look at how naive she is. She can't find love in the living, but can only be placed on the dead. Isn't it ridiculous?

How much lack of love is there to expect someone to love her?

How lonely is it to want someone to pay attention to her?

Drawing and drawing, Chu Jungu's mouth slanted slightly, pulling out an arc that he didn't know whether it was ridicule or indifference.

"Grandpa, these two gifts are enough to make up for the sadness that the pendant caused you? If you are not satisfied, then there is really no way~"

"pat-"

She put down the paintbrush and looked at the fine rice paper, which was so lifelike that it looked like a figure that could come out, with her eyes bent and a bright smile.

After sealing the danqing on the table and cleaning the brush she used to make sure nothing was missed, she rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the appraisal room connected to the study.

Qiu Laoru was fascinated by the study of the large piece of golden water bodhi, but he didn't notice anyone approaching him. Chu Jungu blinked, stopped, and did not come forward to disturb him, but instead directed at the other two on the side. The old man speaks.

"When the painting is done, on the table, I will leave first, so I don't need to disturb Mr. Qiu."

One of the middle-aged men got up with a smile and sent him out.

Taking the elevator down to the second floor, before entering the stone selection area, I heard a very flamboyant young voice, who was quite disdainful and shouted there.

"That's why you don't sell Jinshui Bodhi to us? Look at you poor and sour, I'm afraid you have never seen so much money, right? Tuanzi, what about Jinshui Bodhi? Give it to the young master! Otherwise, I want you to look good-"

As I said that, I could still hear a popping sound, like—

She narrowed her eyes and stepped into the stone selection area. She saw a boy holding a thick stack of banknotes and slapped Yang Xiao's face with great force and insult. Yang Xiao's face was extremely ugly, but his hands But it was Yu Zhen, who had blue veins on his forehead, who was holding on tightly.

As for Zhou Liang and Fan Great Wall, they were stopped by four or five very strong and tall men with extremely ugly faces, and they couldn't get away for a while.

The manager of the venue, frowning, was also grabbed by the middle-aged man before, obviously not wanting him to meddle in his own business.

"Ah-"

She smiled coolly.