Qinglu: "Master, why don't you let me put my hands in the stove and bake them?"
Huang Yaoshi: "Why do you want to bake it?"
Qinglu: "If it is burned by fire, my disciple will grow even bigger next year!"
Huang Yaoshi: "..."
Yang Guo glanced at the gold ingot in his hand, then at Qing Lu, raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself: What do you mean?
Qinglu: To congratulate you on your wedding, this is my congratulatory gift.
Yang Guo held the gold ingot's hand and squeezed it secretly. There were faint fingerprints on the gold ingot, and he couldn't hide his anger on his face.
But Qing Lu didn't respond to this, and said with cupped fists: I have something urgent to do and I have to go on my way. I really can't attend your wedding ceremony, so I'll say goodbye first. After that, he turned around and left.
Yang Guo stared at the back of the traveling figure: (╰_╯)#! Qinglu, I will definitely throw this gold ingot into your face and make your face full of flowers!
Qinglu in the distance: Ah sneeze! Hey, do I have a cold? (⊙O⊙)?
Since I have been busy with work recently, I decided to mark this article as [Completed] and then continue to update it. Don't worry! I won't give up! ! ! ! !
Conception:
It was too sudden. . .