Looking at the grain cart that was gradually moving away, Zhang Yuanwai sighed softly, he is a person who has come over, how can he not understand his daughter's thoughts!

"Master, miss, she ......" Fu Bo stopped talking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Fauber, do you see that too?" Zhang Yuanwai still looked in the direction of the grain cart.

"Hmm. Fu Bo nodded and said, "Master, the master is young and promising, but he is a ...... after all."

Zhang Yuanwai interrupted Fu Bo's words and said: "Fu Bo, I understand what you mean, but from the perspective of a father, I only hope that there will be a smile on her face every day......

The grain truck drove out of the back door of Zhang's house and entered the street.

The first time Zhang Xiaoyu went out in this way, she felt very fresh, she sat on the grain cart, shaking her calves, her little face was full of smiles, and sometimes she laughed like silver bells.

Walking with beautiful women is a pleasure, but Wang San is like sitting on pins and needles, he said with a bitter face: "Xiaoyu, discuss something for you!"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked subconsciously.

Wang San said with a pious face: "God has the virtue of a good life, and the horse is also a life, pulling a cart of grain, it is tired enough, not to mention two more people?

"It seems to be ......" Zhang Xiaoyu knew Wang San too well, she knew that Wang San was funny again, and she didn't expose it, so she pretended to be suspicious, and said after half a ring: "I have a way!"

"What way?" asked Wang San.

Zhang Xiaoyu squinted and smiled: "It would be nice to let the horses rest more along the way." ”

"Rest?" Wang San was stunned, he wanted to make up a reason to let Zhang Xiaoyu change to a car, but judging from the current situation, not only did his wish not come true, but he was also countered to the army.

He suddenly discovered that Zhang Xiaoyu had become more and more intelligent since he came into contact with him, and he had a bit of his true biography, which was not a good sign.

"What about my suggestion?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked.

"Uh...... This, it depends on the situation!" Wang San gave a plausible answer, and also left a few steps for himself, he didn't want to stay too long, otherwise when would he be able to climb Songshan.

Zhang Xiaoyu listened to this answer, turned his head and smiled secretly, thinking: "Stinky monk, there is your bitter fruit to eat on the way!"

The five grain trucks undoubtedly attracted the attention of passers-by.

Someone found Zhang Xiaoyu and stammered: "That...... Isn't that Miss Zhang?"

"What did you say? Miss Zhang...... She...... Where is it?"

“......”

Listening to these shouts, Wang San was very depressed, and said in his heart: "Are you blind? You only see beautiful women, can't you see monks? No matter what, I am also a hero of banditry!"

Maybe it was God's pity, as soon as this thought came to him, someone shouted: "You see, there is a monk next to Miss Zhang, it seems to be ...... Little Monk Dianju!"

Zhang Xiaoyu heard this name for the first time, turned his head, looked at Wang San suspiciously, and said, "You are the little monk of Dianju?"

Wang San nodded reluctantly.

"Dianju ......" Zhang Xiaoyu muttered, "This name is too ugly!"

Wang San rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and simply closed his eyes, as the so-called out of sight and out of mind.

However, the people who have seen Wang San's true face are a minority after all, and more people have a strange look on their faces after hearing the words of the little monk Dianju.

Someone immediately took out a portrait, then looked at Wang San again, and muttered: "It's strange, why does the little monk Dianju look so similar to the little Wang of Lichun Courtyard last night?"

"Brother, do you think so too?" asked a person next to him.

ps: I'm depressed to death.,This chapter is finished.,Word suddenly stuck.,There's nothing left after closing.,The monk rewrote it again......