Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Drama Spirit Possesses

On the other side of the courtyard wall, the three people had different expressions, and Li Cong asked Nameless, what did he mean by this.

Nameless stood up and said, "Wear nice clothes, walk in a straight line, and make movements." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Nameless doesn't know why, he can understand everything Xie Shurao says!

After hearing this, Li Cong was even more puzzled, what is the meaning of doing this? But seeing that Xie Shuxian turned around to leave, he didn't continue to ask.

Nameless saw that the Lord had left, and the two women in the courtyard shouted and shouted.

Looking down again, he looked down at himself dressed in red and green, he really couldn't afford to lose this person, so he hurriedly flew back to the courtyard.

"Nameless!" Just as he was about to continue howling, he found that Nameless had landed under the tree, Xie Shurao hurriedly pushed Xia Xia and gave her a look.

"I'm sorry, Nameless, I know it's wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have had a bad idea to wear such nondescript clothes."

"You apologize, don't make a personal attack on me around the corner." When Xie Shurao heard her words, he was clearly saying that the clothes she made were ugly.

"What else?"

"I shouldn't laugh at you!"

"......" nameless hands around his chest, just looking at his face, full of momentum, wearing this dress, but he made a play.

"I know you're worried about her, and I don't tell you, she's fine."

"I didn't!"

Summer saw Nameless's face flushed, and she knew that she was about to step on thunder again, so she quickly poured a glass of water for Nameless, and then ran into the house to move the fabric out.

Since the young lady started writing scripts, the standard of living in their hospital has been greatly improved, and now she can choose what she wants to buy.

So she stocked up on fabrics and threads to pass the time.

"What do you like, you pick me to make one for you, and Miss will make one for you."

Nameless looked at her with his nostrils and pointed to his shoes, Summer naturally understood it, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Isn't it just a pair of shoes, if you want ten pairs, I'll make them for you."

The two discussed the clothing together, although Nameless still had his nostrils facing the sky, but his eyes followed the summer hand to look at the clothing.

Looking at this situation, the two of them should be fine, Xie Shurao picked up the pen again and began to write and draw.

Recently, she has been in good health and has recovered a lot of spirits, but there is too little inspiration, and the reason is that it is rare to go out and walk around, and she can't contact anyone.

And the two people in front of him, one is a stuffy kid, and the other is a person who can't advance the past, and there is no material to be found from them.

A little sad for a while, Xie Shurao was pretentious, covered his eyes with his sleeve, pinched his throat and said:

"The sky has no eyes! I'm so versatile and beautiful, how could I be so miserable! ”

Nameless saw her ghostly appearance, and immediately flashed away, leaving Xia Xia holding a bunch of things and stretching out his five fingers at Xie Shurao.

"No...... Miss, don't be sad and hurt your body too much, you are so versatile and beautiful like a flower, how can you be miserable! ”

"In summer, where am I versatile and beautiful as a flower, it's just a joke that God played with me."

"How can you be so arrogant? Where are you not so versatile and beautiful? ”

"Yes, I am as versatile as Li Lang, and I am as beautiful as a flower."

Xie Shurao smiled shyly, and Xia also laughed with her, but Nameless had just changed his coat and came out, and he was so troubled by them that he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

These two people, as long as they are bored, they want to play a big play, and they were quite normal in the summer before, and they didn't follow Xie Shurao.

It hasn't been assimilated for a few months, and Nameless pinched his thigh with his hand, reminding himself not to be assimilated.