After Xu Shu lost his temper, he felt that he was inexplicable.

Who is she with?

That's Party A's father, at least two or more times put his hand on her neck and wanted to break her neck, how did she forget this stubble and dare to lose her temper with him.

She's so floating, so floating.

But now it seems a bit shameless to turn around and go back.

Forget it, let Party A's father calm down before she goes back.

He might be angry and smash the house, but it's better than smashing her.

So she found a quiet room to draw a picture of the shop.

She wanted a shop, it didn't have to be too big, three rooms wide was about the same.

It doesn't have to be too big to start with.

As she painted, she was fascinated by the painting, and forgot about Qi Muran for the time being.

She still remembered the Rishengchang ticket number she had learned in history class before, and if conditions permitted, she still wanted to issue a ticket number.

It's just that the rice has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the money has to be earned little by little, so I can't rush it.

The shop she wants to open is not an ordinary shop where she can put things out and buy them, but like a private house, allowing others to visit casually.

An ordinary room with soap, glass, mirrors, ......

In this way, people can feel the role of these things more intuitively.

She doesn't have to go through the trouble of explaining what they're used for.

Intuitive persuasion is more effective than any language.

Once this idea was brought up, he couldn't let it go, so Xu Shu drew on the paper and painted until the second half of the night.

The time has passed, and Qi Muran's anger should be gone.

She returned to her room lightly, already imagining the tragic situation of her room.

I guess I won't be able to live there tonight.

Qi Muran likes to freeze things and then grind them into powder.

But her room was in good condition, undamaged.

It's just that Qi Muran is gone.

He must have been angry, so he was by himself.

Maybe it's possible to go to your sweetheart, it's all possible.

Xu Shu was lying on the bed, I don't know why, I felt a little sleepless.

I always feel that the room is empty, and I feel that there is someone here, and I feel that there is a ghost for a while.

She was awakened by the richness of her imagination.

She got up, lit the lamp, and continued to draw her own picture.

But from time to time he glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window.

When she realized what she was doing, a figure appeared as she had hoped.

Xu Shu immediately withdrew his gaze.

I thought he would say something, or come over and choke her neck, but it didn't.

All she heard was the sound of her body hitting the ground.

"Qi Muran!"

Xu Shu exclaimed in surprise and ran to his side.

Sure enough, Qi Muran curled up on the ground with a pale face.

Xu Shu couldn't take care of it, and quickly carried him to the bed.

"What's wrong with you?"

She had never seen Qi Muran look like this, and she was really frightened.

Fortunately, Qi Muran was still conscious, but he opened his lips: "I'm just exhausted and a little cold." ”

Xu Shu felt that the situation was not as simple as he said.

She wanted to ask for a doctor for him, but Qi Muran grabbed her hand, "My injury can't be known by others." ”

Xu Shu suddenly understood, "You want to be crowned regent, is someone trying to assassinate you?" ”

Qi Muran just sealed his own meridians by himself, making his face look paler, but he didn't expect his little guy to find an excellent reason for him.

He nodded.

Xu Shu: "That's true. ”

There was no doubt that with Qi Muran's martial arts, who could successfully plot against him.