mousepad-d2 Chapter 230 Women's Dress Gift Box
Chapter 230 Women's Dress Gift Box
Chapter 230 Women's Dress Gift Box
However, this can only be thought about.
How could it be so easy to run, now that my grandparents are rejuvenated, if I dare to run, I am afraid that I will chase them all the way with yellow vitex...
Shaking his head, he put all these things behind him, hugged the glass jar, and went to buy honey first.
A three-liter jar can hold up to nine catties of honey, and the old man couldn't fill it up.
The old man didn't even weigh it, and directly said it was about nine catties, which counted as nine catties, which is worthy of being an old Jianghu.
Nine catties of honey cost more than 200 yuan. This price is not expensive, mainly because the quality of honey is not bad.
Then he went shopping without a gift, bought two Huoshao buns, and went straight back, not to the village, but to the house in the town.
Grandpa and grandma said that they would go back later, let him go first, and they would go back by themselves in a small car.
It's more than just wrapping the honey jar with something, three layers inside and three layers outside, there is no way, it is a glass jar after all, although the road is flat, he is still a little worried.
Finally, I went to the shop I knew to find cardboard boxes, found a lot of foam boards and packing paper, and filled them with hay.
The big box was tied to the back of the motorcycle.
Then He Zhi rode his own motorcycle back to the village. There were many people walking on the road, and He Zhi was worried about honey, so he drove very slowly.
Sometimes, more than just feel ashamed of my own motorcycle, the speed did not exceed 60 when I bought it...
The road was very smooth, and there were no acquaintances on the road to take a ride. After all, it was winter, and there were still a few people who had the courage to ride a motorcycle.
Mainly because the young people haven't come back from vacation yet.
When I got home, I found that my sister was still watching TV, and I didn't bother to talk about her. When grandma came back, she would feel better.
After a simple lunch, He Zhi still didn't speak, and He Yan still watched TV.
My sister didn't notice until my grandparents stood at the door together for a long time.
Grandma turned around and took a stick with a gloomy face. When she left in the morning, she told He Yan that she could watch TV, but she also had to read books. If she was still watching TV when she came back, she would be beaten.
Speaking of which, it is actually very loose. After all, it is very maneuverable, and there must be time in the morning.
It's a pity that someone was so engrossed in watching TV that he forgot everything grandma said in a blink of an eye.
Not only did he remember it, but he didn't remind him at all, it would be good for his sister to teach her something.
The scene was a bit unsuitable for children for a while, so he decisively moved away a little, so as not to splash his own blood.
He Yan's crying resounded through the whole village in an instant, more than a little emotional, every time I was beaten when I was a child, it was the same...
It wasn't until the crying subsided that He Zhi walked back slowly. Behind Dabai and Xiaobai paparazzi, with their tails between their legs, was probably frightened by the big scene.
When he got to the entrance of the courtyard, He Zhi stopped, looked inside quietly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found nothing unusual.
This is a psychological shadow. I was beaten a lot when I was a child.
The younger sister was kneeling on the ground, there was nothing unusual about her body, she was just sobbing non-stop.
It's more than a joy, although it sounds like she has endured a huge torture, in fact, grandma's temper has improved a lot in the past few years.
Every time he talked about hitting, it didn't matter much in the end, he just meant it casually, not to mention that in this winter, He Yan was wearing a thick one, and it made a bang on his body, but it didn't do much harm.
The reason why He Yan cried so much was probably because he was scared to cry.
The grandfather was holding back his laughter, and the granddaughter looked exactly like his own grandson when he was a child. They were still looking for a stick, and someone knelt on the ground with a thump and began to cry, heartbreaking...
Thinking of this, He Qiang looked at the people who shrank their heads and shrank their heads, and there were more than a few people who slipped back from the outside.
More than just coughing to cover up the embarrassment.
Quickly slipped back to the room, lay down on the bed, and went directly to Teacher Tang.
He had already checked it online, and as soon as he entered the space, he immediately conjured up several boxes and two bottles of good wine.
"Huh? You're here again!"
Tang Yin sat up from the reclining chair in some surprise. He thought why after coming in this time, it would be like before, and it would take a long time before he came back in.
Unexpectedly, only half a day later, he came again!
As soon as Tang Yin finished being surprised, his eyes were attracted by the thing in He Zhi's hand.
"what is this?"
More than just the gift box is in modern packaging, gaudy, Lao Tang said he had never seen it before, and when he saw the wine bottle in his hand, he thought it was a side dish.
The next thought is to take it apart.
He Zhi hurriedly stopped him, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and said:
"Teacher Tang, this is a gift from me, you should open it later!"
Just kidding, now that he disassembles it, he has to run away immediately, and he plans to come to study.
I got drunk last night, and if I don't study today, it's not justified.
Tang Yin looked at this so-called gift, and then at He Zhi, always felt a little strange, and couldn't say it for a while.
But he still listened to He Zhi, put the gift back in the room and put it away, and then began to teach He Zhi.
The so-called professor is just to explain the skills to He Zhi.
Then ask He Zhi to draw a picture, and then point out the problem after drawing.
Tang Yin didn't tell He Zhi to learn how to paint from him, all he pointed out was basic skills.
After studying in the space for three or four hours, I stopped the pen in my hand and felt that it was almost done. After all, it was daytime and I couldn't stay for too long.
"Teacher Tang, I'm leaving first, and I won't be here tonight."
Tang Yin nodded, not only the frequency of his visits this time, he was already very satisfied, the main reason was that the student union was doing something and gave away so many new wines.
He likes some of them, and he can change them by himself in the future.
……
After He Zhi left, Tang Yin lay down on the chair, ready to drink and enjoy the flowers, when he suddenly felt upset again, inexplicably remembering the gift He Zhi sent.
Simply get up, go to the house to take out the gift, slowly open it, and then...
Then petrified on the spot, then jumped into a rage, and there were some clothes inside.
Pink, green, purple, all women's clothing.
That’s right, what’s more than just a gift box of modern women’s Hanfu!
……
He Zhi woke up from the bed, digested what he had learned today, and then laughed, imagining in his mind what Old Tang would look like when he saw the gift he had prepared.
"Surprised?"
Not only did he actually want to go back and have a look immediately, but he immediately dismissed the idea. Old Tang would touch his own women's clothes quietly, so he decided not to bother him.
……
On the other side, Tang Yin looked at the clothes in the box, he was furious at first, and when he was about to burn them clean, he hesitated for a while.
"It looks pretty..."
He subconsciously looked up and looked around, and found that there was no outsider, so he picked up his clothes unconsciously.
"It's beautiful, and the material is good... Wait! What the hell am I thinking!"
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(End of this chapter)