Chapter 652 Thank you Uncle Qin
I don't know which unlucky person participated in this competition. Ben Xueba mourns for you for three seconds...
In the evening, Fu Xiaowan returned victorious.
Her body was covered with loot seized from merchants.
Pillow cover...
To be honest, Qin Luo was very moved.
Fu Xiaowan must be worried that she will catch a cold at night!
"Mom, I'm actually not cold, so I don't need to buy these." Qin Luo said with a smile.
"I know you're not cold." Fu Xiaowan glanced at Qin Luo lightly and said.
"Why then?"
"Oh, these, these are not for you, but for Yilin, you are thinking too much!" Fu Xiaowan said coldly.
Qin Luo's throat froze suddenly, and he opened his mouth, but was unable to speak in the end.
Seriously, he really wanted to do a paternity test.
He found a random restaurant, ordered a few snacks, and Qin Luo happily ate them.
Roller coaster, soulful, pirate ship...
He suspected that he was really not Fu Xiaowan's son.
Qin Luo was very moved by the fact that his relatives trusted him so much, so he forcibly hid the phrase MMP in his heart.
"My son is not good at math..."
Looking up, a handsome man in a black suit was standing in front of him.
On the second day of the new year, Qin Luo became a make-up teacher of Zhenger Bajing. The students who asked him to make up lessons were from the first day of junior high school to the seventh day of junior high school...
Playground?Isn't that the place where the scumbags play?
If you have that time, why not read the paper~
Qin Luo shook his head, wanting to refuse.
There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, with gold-rimmed glasses on his eyes, and his hair is meticulously arranged, giving him a gentle and clean feeling.
The happy thing is that no one asked him "how is his grades?", but the sad thing is that no matter who said it, the first thing he said was: "Qin Luo is free during the winter vacation, my son is not very good at math..."
"Beautiful lady, can I sit here?" At this moment, a gentle male voice came into Qin Luo's ears.
"Son, thank you, Uncle Qin."
On the eighth day of the eighth day, Qin Luo finally had a day off.
Visit relatives, drop by.
Forget it, let's lie down!
"I do not have time."
"uncle……"
Window grilles, couplets, lanterns...
Qin Luo's life this year can be said to be mixed with sorrow and joy.
"My son is really bad at math..."
Soon, the end of the year came, and every household in Minheyuan was filled with festive atmosphere.
But in the next second, he felt Fu Xiaowan's cold gaze,
Although the playground is not big, after a lap, the time has come to noon.
"Qin Luo, let's go to the playground." On this day, Qin Luo received an invitation from classmate Yu Ou.
Qin Luo pounced on the sofa...
"alright."
"Okay!" Qin Luo nodded heavily: "The amusement park is my favorite."
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The limited time always passes quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, several days have passed.
"I really don't have time..."
In their eyes, professors are free remedial teachers.
Qin Luo glanced at him lightly, and turned his attention to the snack again.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Oirin glanced at him lightly and said.
"Really? I see." While speaking, he pulled out his stool and sat down.
From the first moment he entered the restaurant, he discovered Oilin.
Then he was deeply attracted by the blond-haired and black-eyed Ou Yilin, he had to get Ou Yilin!