Seeing his mother, Li Boying smiled happily, and when he heard his mother's concern, he said: "Mom, I'm not hungry...... javascript:

Fan Xiaorou said: "It's tiring to come back all the way, right? Let's go back to my room and get some sleep. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Mom, it's okay, I'm not tired."

"Then don't stand, lead my sister to the living room, and I'll let them squeeze you a glass of fresh juice."

"Juice? Mom, I want it too! ”

"Okay, one cup per person."

Seeing the back of my mother's departure, I felt that my mother was considerate.

To the care, Li Boying felt very warm in his heart.

"Brother, why didn't Dad come back with you?" Xiao Xueqing asked.

Li Boying said: "Our dad is beating the bad guys, and after beating the bad guys, he will come back." ”

"Oh, Dad is the best, the villains are afraid of him!"

"Yes, yes!"

When he got home, he was completely relaxed, and when he heard his sister's words, he was a little worried about his father, and he didn't know what was going on now.

I accompanied my mother and sister until noon, and my mother went to tell the maid to prepare lunch, and then turned around and said, "Bo Ying, go and bring Bei Bei and Wanqing back for lunch." ”

"Good. Go sister, brother take you out. Li Boying took his sister's little hand and said.

"Are you going to pick up Sister Beibei's sister-in-law and Sister Wanqing back for dinner?" Xiao Xueqing got up and followed her brother, and said in a childlike voice.

"yes." Li Boying said with a smile.

"I miss them all." Xiao Xueqing muttered.

"Oh? Don't they come back often? Li Boying asked curiously.

"Mom said, Sister Beibei's sister-in-law gets up early and returns late every day, and I slept when she came back, and I didn't get up when she left. Sometimes I want to wait for her to come back, but I fall asleep after waiting, and I want to get up early in the morning, but I can't get up...... Brother, I'm lazy. Xiao Xueqing said reproachfully.

Hearing that Han Beibei was working so hard, Li Boying felt sour in his heart and comforted: "No, Qing'er is still young, and she must sleep more to grow taller!" If you sleep late, the fairy will not perform a long magic spell on our Qing'er. ”

"Then I'm going to ...... I want to be as tall as Sister Beibei's sister-in-law! So pretty! Xiao Xueqing said seriously.

"Okay, when we Qing'er grows up, we must be a big beauty!"

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On the Tulip Square in North Tiger City, a tea exhibition is being held.

There are a lot of people at the scene, very lively, and there are many girls wearing beautiful cheongsam, standing in the exhibition area on both sides, introducing the types of tea and the tea ceremony process to the guests on the spot, and the on-site tea sales, very busy.

On the stage in the middle of the exhibition, Han Beibei was wearing a tender green cheongsam, with long hair coiled up, an elegant and noble temperament, a gentle smile like water, pure autumn water eyes shining and dazzling, and a pair of slender and round beautiful legs under the skirt, although delicate and graceful, but without losing the vitality of a young girl.

With a microphone in her hand, she was explaining the time-honored tea ceremony culture and the history of the hometown of Chinese tea to the full seats in front of the stage.

Her lips are tender and radiant, her voice is euphemistic, and her clear, clean and unadorned voice seems to be a treat for the ears.

Some young men in the audience had already shown a pair of intoxicated eyes, as if they didn't have the heart to listen to what the woman on the stage was talking about, and their attention was completely focused on that beautiful heart-warming face.

A speech lasted for more than an hour, and Han Beibei ended naturally, and told everyone that the exhibition would last for three days, and I hope everyone will come to cheer.

It aroused fierce applause at the scene, although some of the applause was not pure, but more because of Han Beibei's wonderful speech, which allowed them to fully understand the connotation of tea culture. Of course, Han Beibei did not finish the lecture, only a third of the story, and she will explain it completely in the next two days, mainly to attract guests.

Han Beibei stood on the stage, and saw that the response below was very good, and there were two or three thousand people on the scene, so she knew that the exhibition she planned had achieved the ideal effect, and she felt very happy in her heart, and her busyness these days was not in vain.

"Please go to the exhibition area to listen to our beautiful tea artists, teach you how to make and drink tea correctly, and how to taste the best taste of tea." Han Beibei bowed and prepared to step down.

"Hi, beauty, etc." At this time, someone in the audience shouted.

Han Beibei stopped, turned to look, and saw a man dressed fashionably with oily hair and pink face, waving to her. She smiled and asked, "I wonder what happened to this gentleman?" ”

Mu Wanqing was in the audience, frowning slightly.

Many people at the scene also focused their eyes on the man.

"How about you make me a cup of tea?" The man said loudly.

Hearing this, the scene fell silent.

The two rows of people sitting at the front of the audience have all frowned, these people are not ordinary, they are either military officials or administrative officials, they are all here to cheer Han Beibei. At this time, I was really tired of hearing that this man who came out of nowhere openly asked the future young lady of the Northern Tiger Army to make tea, and they all wanted to step forward and smoke him.

If he didn't want to disturb the order, the plainclothes police officers of the police department who were arranged around the scene would have come up and invited him to go to the police station for 'tea'.

Tong Haisheng also came to the scene, he stood up with a short temper, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, but he still held back his anger and said: "This friend, if you want to drink tea, you can either buy tea and make it yourself, or go to the teahouse to drink, this is not a place to drink tea." ”

The man glanced at Tong Haisheng, ignored it, and then looked at Han Beibei and said, "Beauty, can you give a face?" Don't get me wrong, I don't think about anything else, I just listened to you very well, I just want to taste your tea ceremony skills, of course, I won't let the beauties perform in vain, how about 10,000 yuan for a pot of tea? ”

At this time, a woman wearing a pink cheongsam, plump upper circumference, petite and delicate figure, beautiful appearance, and a pair of red phoenix eyes came out of the audience, and said loudly: "Is it great to be rich?" ”

Just when Tong Haisheng was about to get angry, Mu Wanqing walked out and said loudly: "Is it great to be rich?" ”

Her voice drew everyone's attention.

Seeing Mu Wanqing walking out, the man's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh? Isn't it just to make money for you to put on such a big scene? Since it's to make money, is there anything wrong with me spending money to ask the beauties on the stage to make me tea? If you're not happy, I'll treat you by the way, can you get on your face? ”

"Hmph, Miss Ben, I'll give you a face!" Mu Wanqing pinched her waist and said indignantly. (To be continued.) )