Shangguan Qianyu has been living in Fengheyuan for ten days. During these ten days, he has drunk so much wine in one year.

In the past ten days, there were so many fish he had been baked by him.

The koi in the entire Bibo Lake suffered a disaster, but it was also thanks to the fact that these koi grew and reproduced very quickly in a good ecological environment in the early years. Even if they were caught and eaten by him, there were still many koi in the lake.

The result of wasting so much time fish is that Shangguan Qianyu already knew how to remove scales and internal organs when grilling fish, and he already knew that it was just right to season.

Although the roast is still far less than the roasted flavor of Yan Qingrui, it can be eaten.

He was drinking on the roof of Fengheyuan, looking at the place where Yan Qingrui had been, and sometimes he would sleep on the roof with his clothes, letting Yelu wet his clothes, sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, looked around in a daze, and felt infinitely sad and silent; sometimes, while he was drinking, tears would flow down silently.

Men don’t cry easily because they have not reached the sad place.

His feelings for Yan Qingrui were even more complicated.

Love without knowing it, hurting it, and misunderstanding it. When Yan Qingrui left him and moved out, he never looked at her heart.

But when he looked at him, not only was the separation of life and death, but his soul had also disappeared.

There is shame in love, there is injury in shame, but there is a biting pain in the wound.

But he thought Yan Qingrui, who had already died, was wandering leisurely on a street in Changyuan County, Gugu.

At this moment, she dressed up as a thin black boy. Except for her smart and clear eyes, she looked pretty.

At this time, she walked towards the two people who were standing side by side with smiles and teeth as jade. She said, "Brother, your wallet has fallen!" As she said, she raised her hand and indeed held a wallet in her hand.

Even if there is no penny inside, the wallet is worth 200 taels of silver alone.

What's more, the inside of this purse is bulging.

These two people are about twenty years old, and the face on the left is as handsome as a woman. Even if they are a wonderful painting hand, they must have decades of foundation to draw such a delicate appearance. But when he looks like this, he does not show off his charm. His whole temperament is as handsome as the banished immortal, and a gentle smile as warm as the winter sun hanging on the corner of his mouth.

The one on the right has a cold face and a tall figure, and is equally handsome, but there is a sharp aura between her eyebrows.

In a nutshell, either of these two people walk aside alone is a prominent existence.

However, when these two people walked together, they complemented each other and made people shine. It was really dazzling. However, Yan Qingrui had a bright smile. Even with a black boy's face, she was still content and had no feeling of shame.

Seeing the purse in Yan Qingrui's hand, the cold man reached out and took it over. It was indeed his purse.

Ruhua's man shook the folding fan in his hand, and his smile warmly: "Thank you, little brother!"

Yan Qingrui waved her hand indifferently and said, "It's just a matter of raising hands!" Then, she waved her hand and left without a cloud.

The cold man hung his purse with no expression on his face.

The man Ruhua chuckled softly and said, "The song has not yet dispersed. With your skills, you will actually lose your wallet. This is the most rare thing this year!"

The cold man snorted coldly, ignoring him, with a cold face, describing a stingy person.
Chapter completed!