When Qiao Jin heard that Song Yanqing was coming, he also put down his fishing rod and let it fish on its own without bait.

Whether or not there are fish on the hook is not within her vision.

She washed her hands and walked to the living room to meet Song Yanqing.

Mu Xiangshan was talking to him because there were only two young and old in the family, so Mu Xiangshan was naturally received.

Today, Song Yanqing is wearing a black ink-colored shirt with ink white, black slim casual pants, customized suits and leather shoes. The shirt is painted with many shaking bamboo leaves, which shows his youthful atmosphere. His eyebrows are as cold and tough as pine and bamboo, and have the elegant charm of a mature man.

Seeing Song Yanqing, Qiao Jin waved to him, and then said to Mu Xiangshan: "Old man, I'll take him to the backyard to fish."

Mu Xiangshan was about to say that you were fishing, maybe you could eat fish for the rest of your life. Song Yanqing was here, so he held it in his hands and said, "Go!"

Anyway, Song Yanqing also came to find Qiao Jin, and he knew this fact very well.

Song Yanqing showed an apologetic smile: "Grandpa Mu, I'm going with Qiao Jin."

Mu Xiangshan: "Yes."

Otherwise, why would you stay and chat with me?

Song Yanqing followed Qiao Jin and saw her wearing a pure black straped gauze dress today. She was floating when she walked, but she was wearing a pair of flat-bottomed sandwichs. Her pink toes were exposed, each of which was small and cute.

It's probably convenient at home.

He couldn't help but smile, and thought to himself that she looked good in everything she wore.

However, it seems that her mother is responsible for her outfits, and her aunt has a good vision.

She turned her head and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yanqing: "I didn't laugh at you."

Qiao Jin: "I feel you laughing at me."

Song Yanqing: "Just just smile, there is no other meaning."

Qiao Jin stopped asking him.

He took him to the backyard, in the artificially farmed fish pond. Fishing was purely a pastime, but it was suitable for passing the time.

Qiao Jin said: "Do you know how to fish?"

Song Yanqing said: "Yes."

Qiao Jin gave him a fishing rod, "This is mine."

Song Yanqing picked it up and looked at it, laughing and said, "Don't you put the bait?"

Qiao Jin: "I don't want to touch the old man fishing with earthworms."

Then she told the truth.

Song Yanqing said: "I don't like it either. Are there any other fish feed?"

Qiao Jin shook his head: "I didn't take it, do you want someone to take it?"

Song Yanqing put down the fishing rod very directly: "Don't fish anymore, sit here and talk."

Qiao Jin thought for a while: "It's OK."

She sat on the small stool and seemed a little concise. Song Yanqing sat on the recliner next to her, looking at the scenery in front of her, and said in a different kind of comfort. He slowly said, "Have you handled this time? I have seen a lot of news in China."

He would definitely know if the matter was so big.

He thought about it for a moment and knew that this was probably related to Qiao Jin.

After all, there are not so many coincidences, they all happen in a town.

Qiao Jin nodded, and a black airflow overflowed from his fingertips. However, compared to the usual black, the airflow seemed much richer, as if it had a halo. She said: "The subsequent things will naturally develop, and the rest have been handled, and she will rest in peace."

When Song Yanqing heard her whisper, he thought of the reports he saw in the news. Qiao Jin was referring to the girl who was burned to death by the fire about twenty years ago.
Chapter completed!