Jiang Yunhe already has enough capital, and she believes that she can decide on this negotiation.

Hu Sanniang hasn't come yet, she is not in a hurry, she has endured it for so many days, why bother at this time.

Everything is so silent, and those who like silence have fallen silent in silence.

Everything is so quiet, so silent, and in the silence and tranquility, it is so unsound that it should be here.

Quiet, deathly solemn silence. However, there were only screams. In her heart, she is calm and happy, like in the wind and rain, seeing the old people return.

Lonely people always like the stability of loneliness, breaking this tranquility, really not adapting, only guarding this loneliness, silent but calm on the way forward.

A person who follows reason in all things is both serene and positive, joyful and calm. The cloak of shame is silence.

Her face was calm, clear, and serene, and it seemed as if she was smiling forever, a deep smile that was hidden and not seen, and this expression gave people a sense of serenity and serenity.

Silence is not silence. The sound is all dead, not quiet.

Ben is not a silent person, Ben is not a lonely child, but now because of loneliness and forget to be happy in the face of the enemy's interrogation, he is calm like a stone, the calm sea brings us a kind of tranquility, a kind of comfort; It's a plain state of mind.

Ordinary tranquility is strength. There was a night-wind silence in her eyes. Maybe it's a calm and calm, but it doesn't mean silence, let alone loneliness; Maybe it's just looking forward to a simple calmness, that is, loneliness.

Hu Sanniang said: "What do I want?"

As he spoke, he stood up and poured a cup of tea on the table, took it up and drank it slowly, put the cup on the table, and pressed it heavily.

Good wine is not afraid to be brewed, and good people are not afraid to speak. "Haha! Wine! Wang Zheng looked at the happy Bu Zizai who was drinking, glanced at the wine cup and wine bowl on the table, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in admiration, and then picked up his wine bowl and took a big sip to Bu Zizi, and said: "Senior Brother Bu has a good amount of wine!" "There are three thousand troubles in life, and one drunk relieves a thousand sorrows." There is a forgetful grass in the cup, raising a glass to eliminate sorrows, getting drunk is not happy, and I also worry about it. "His self-brewed unlawful, slightly sour rice wine, they sat and stood, drinking as much as they wanted, cup by cup. Turning around the wine cellar, I asked for two pots of spirits, and drank while walking with the bright moon, half a pot of wine was drunk, and I staggered back to my residence. The old fellow took another bowl of wine, and drank it as if it were water in a rat's hole. The time there, every glass is aged. The longing for pickling in the jar for a long time is the best appetizer. When the second girl heard this, her face turned red, and she poured a glass of wine from the wine jug held by her right hand, but refused to let go, and poured another glass of wine to drink. When the third cup was poured, Erhe took a piece of red beef with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth, but suddenly put down the chopsticks with a snap, reached over, held the cup down, and asked, "This is for nothing, why are you drinking like this?" Love is tea, you can't stay overnight, marriage is like wine, the more you save, the more fragrant it is, it's just that most people can't seal this bottle of wine, so many marriages run away, and in the end, only a jar of bitter water remains, so it's not embarrassing. Fu Qingshu picked up the jar and poured it straight into the bowl, I finally sighed, picked up one of the bowls, and tilted my neck down. The entrance is mellow and fragrant, the aftertaste is spicy, and it is a good wine. If you eat wine and don't eat food, you will get drunk quickly. He is not narrow-minded about wine, he can accept any wine, and drink its benefits. He doesn't pick his eyes, he doesn't worship blindly, and he keeps seeking truth from facts. He said that the second pot head is the positive taste of wine. As for famous wines like Moutai and Wuliangye, he also thinks it is good, but it is not so good, it is too refreshing, it is like "when the water is clear, there is no fish", and foreign wines like whiskey and brandy are not dinners, similar to dim sum. What about beer? There was something like the liquor order in the wine field, a little off topic, and when it came to this, the two of us couldn't laugh anymore. A gloomy atmosphere enveloped us, as if the shards of glass were piercing our heads after being drunk on shochu.

Hu Sanniang is cunning, this person swallowed a land temple in one bite, and his stomach was full of ghosts.

This guy has honey in his mouth and arsenic in his belly. This man is a turnip in March, and his heart is bad.

This man is scheming, and he is as slippery as a loach, and his stomach has so many ghost ideas that he overflows. He is a smiling tiger with a flowery face and teeth in his belly. He blinked an eye on a ghost idea, and even a ghost could be deceived by talking nonsense. He's a slippery man, and we can't play with his mind when we're tied up in ten or eight.

This guy is used to playing tricks and confessing problems, like squeezing toothpaste, squeezing a little spit, very dishonest. This man is cunning, and he counts pheasants on two legs, and foxes on four legs, and he counts him apart from foxes and pheasants.

This guy's intestines are crooked, and his heart has more eyes than a sieve, so it's not easy to deal with.

Those people are as slippery as crystal monkeys, they have a little conspiracy, are you afraid that you will not be fooled?

This old fellow ate the coals of fire - black heart.

He is a snake with a fox head, and he will do anything that hurts the heavens and reason, but he always wants to play a "blindfold method" and cover it like a cat's.

This person is vicious and ruthless, like a rotten old gourd, with a bad stomach. He is a tiger wearing Buddha beads - a fake good person, he can do any bad thing behind his back.

He speaks and acts like a watermelon fished out of water, very sleek. The treacherous and sinister Chen Laosan, looking at the situation, already knew that it was useless to tempt again, so he grinned and pretended to be very kind.

Although the man's appearance was terrified, it was a pity that his eyes rolled a few times, and the slippery color in them could not be hidden. This shrew's heart is blacker than the bottom of the pot and more poisonous than a snake and scorpion.

It's terrible, you look at my cousin's demeanor, grinning with a hawthorn mouth, showing white dangling teeth, squinting at the eye with a scar on the upper eyelid of his right eye, sour, it's just another person.

And because the two murderers were very strange at the beginning, the two insidious and cunning, despicable and shameless wicked people will be very close to each other, and they have been fighting each other for many years and have never left.

He was fat and round, with a fox face and a pointed and narrow nose, and dark brown eyes that shone with a sinister and cunning light. Qing Dai's smile faded, and her eyes became poisonous.

"Hey, pay the money with one hand, deliver with the other" A man dressed in black stood in front of the fat woman, his eyes were like two knives, stabbing the old bolt - half small.

The man was a thief and a ghost, and he acted like a fox squirrel—treacherous like a ghost, and cunning like a fox squirrel.

Hu Sanniang made a terrible gurgling sound in her throat, and the man looked at Zhang Shun carelessly while straining his hands.