Whirl of the Forsaken Chapter 61

Flynn Chen stared at him for a minute, and finally couldn't help coughing: "If you really don't want to do it, just go out, okay?"

Qian made a sound in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the beans in the vegetable basket were no longer saved. The short and sharp beans were almost as neat as the rolled steel bars on the construction site.

When he got off work, Flynn Chen asked him what he wanted to eat. He said he wanted to eat stir-fried long beans. There was not much left in the plastic bag. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to grow any more today.

Sitting on the pony, Maxim Qian sighed. In fact, he was not particularly reluctant, but he still threw the half of his hand into the basket, wiped the trouser legs like a rag, and prepared to grease the soles of his feet: "Then I'll go out. "

Halfway through, Flynn Chen changed his mind. He pressed his head with one hand and pushed him back: "Forget it, you should finish folding it. It's all broken into pieces anyway. It's hard for me to be like you who came out of the assembly line." You're good enough to chat with me for the rest of the day."