There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 483

The fortieth dragon scale (4)

"What did you say to grandma?"

The girl asked curiously as she washed the dishes. Linglong leaned against the kitchen door frame to watch her wash. She didn't say she meant to give a hand. She just thought about installing a dishwasher in her new house. He really hates doing these housework. It's OK to do it occasionally as fun. If he really wants to do it every day, he won't agree first.

"Say I'll be great in the future. You should cherish it."

Han Shuanglu washed the last bowl and put it away. He glanced back at him and said, uh huh, very perfunctory. Linglong tut said, "don't you believe it?"

"I believe it! I especially believe it! " Han Shuanglu stressed that he really believed him very much, "shall we answer?"

"What's right? Come to my house after taking a nap later."

"Why?"

"Cut my hair!" Linglong pulled the amazing bangs on her forehead, "I feel like I've put a mop on my head and covered my eyes. It's inconvenient to do anything." You have to shake your head without saying two words, because it's too long to shake it. Don't mention how uncomfortable it is. Anyway, Linglong can't understand how the bad Mu Jian can maintain such a shape for several years.

"But... I haven't cut anyone's hair."

Linglong: "just cut it short. The others are not important."

He said that, waved to her and went out. Han Shuanglu forgot to ask him why he came into the kitchen.

When she washed her hands and left the kitchen, only grandma was left in the living room. She smiled and asked, "grandma, it's time for you to take a nap. Why are you still sitting here? Has Mujian gone back? "

Grandma Han said, "you only have that boy in your eyes, don't you? I think you've gone too far than before. Why can't you leave people for a second? Why don't you tie him up? Afraid he'll run away? "

"Grandma!" Han Shuanglu stamped, "what are you talking about! Go to bed! I went too! I have something else to do when I get up later! "

Grandma Han angrily watched her granddaughter's back disappear in an instant. She couldn't do anything else. She just looked at people. She said that Mu Jian was broken and couldn't learn well. She didn't believe it. She was always in a hurry to boo the cold and ask for warmth, but when did Mu Jian get a favor? What have you done besides asking for money to go to the Internet cafe? Grandma Han thought it was a cold heart, cold lung and not hot. She didn't want her granddaughter to come too close to him.

It's not far from the last meeting. Why does it make people feel completely different? As soon as Linglong entered the door, grandma Han saw that although the man was still very thin and not tall, he was straight when walking. Unlike in the past, he always bent his back and bowed his waist. He was very obscene and timid. To say that this posture is too important for people. Grandma Han's sons and daughters-in-law are all policemen. They are tall and straight. Even if they wear casual clothes, they walk different from ordinary people. This is temperament. They can't pretend.

That's why she wondered, is this Mujian still the original Mujian? How can a person be reborn in such a short time? This is incredible!

The old woman has lived to this age. She has never seen a determined person who can change.

In any case, grandma Han decided to observe first. If there was anything wrong with Mu Jian, or if she had a bad heart for their family, she would not agree!

The old man has a fixed lunch break every day. After sitting in the living room and thinking for a while, he is not energetic enough. He gets up and goes back to his room for a nap. As soon as he wakes up, he pushes open the door of his granddaughter's room - not surprisingly, the little girl's film is gone again!

At this moment, Han Shuanglu stood in the living room of Linglong's house, stunned and unbelievable: "... This is your house?"

"Ah, what else?"

No one knows how sloppy Mu Jian is better than Han Shuanglu. If she doesn't come to clean him up once a week, he can sleep in the living room full of garbage and instant noodles, throw dirty clothes everywhere, and the kitchen hasn't opened fire for 800 years.

But at present, the living room is not the same as the new one. It is bright and clean without dust. All the dirty things are handled cleanly. There is even a vase on the table. Although the plastic flowers are inserted in it, it is really artistic. The original color of the sofa cover was also washed. In short, it was different everywhere. Han Shuanglu couldn't recognize it.

Oh, Mu Jian is still like that. She is thin and short, and her hair covers her face.

"Let me make it clear to you first. If you don't cut well, you can't blame me."

Linglong blowing bangs: "I don't blame you. I've washed it. Come and cut it for me. This broken hair is annoying me!"

Because he wanted to cut his hair, Han Shuanglu brought a big newspaper from home, cut a hole in the middle and put it on Linglong's neck. Her fingers were soft and cold. They were gentle when they met him.

But Linglong thinks the newspaper is too cheap.

She photographed the back of his head: "where are you going to find props for professional hair cutting! It's good to have it. You don't like it! Don't talk. I'm nervous when you talk. Don't blame me for cutting you bald later. "

For her beauty, Linglong immediately shut up and said nothing. Han Shuanglu was very careful. She cut the back hair first to ensure safety. Fortunately, it wasn't very difficult. She didn't go to the barber's shop at ordinary times. Grandma would trim her hair tips. As for grandma, she maintained her ear length short hair a long time ago and didn't need her to cut it, So it's really inexperienced.

When it was cut to the front, the long bangs fell to the ground and finally exposed the face hidden behind the long and thick hair. Han Shuanglu didn't recognize who the man was in front of her. She had scissors in her hand and her small mouth was round. She could put an egg in it: "who are you?"

Linglong, with her head still uncut, tilted her eyes: "your father."

She immediately patted him on the head. "Nonsense!"

However, Han Shuanglu recovered from the shock when he made such a gag. She found that she was under more pressure. Even if Mu Jian was ugly, but he was so good-looking and ten thousand pieces were broken, she was really sinful!

The more carefully he cut, the more carefully he cut. At the end of the last cut, Han Shuanglu straightened up and beat his shoulder: "ah... It's finished at last."

Then he complained, "how can you look better than me?!"

Linglong sat where she was and asked her to deal with the big newspaper around her neck. Han Shuanglu wiped the broken hair stained on his neck, chin and ear roots with a wet towel. She couldn't help but be amazed. Without him, Mu Jian, who was fresh and cool after cutting his hair, was so beautiful!

It's totally different from her. Han Shuanglu is as delicate and beautiful as a girl, while his exquisite facial features are equally exquisite, but they don't lose their heroism. He will never be mistaken for a girl. Han Shuanglu even thinks he has his own beauty filter! How else could it be so perfect?!

She couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, carefully poked here and there, and didn't dare to say, "this face is real... Why did you suddenly change? It's not the same as when I was a child! "

Linglong clapped her hand away: "otherwise, why do you keep such long hair? It's not to cover up this proud beauty."

Han Shuanglu:

She couldn't help it. She poked his face again. It's soft QQ. It's really handsome!

Linglong took her hand and didn't let her continue to poke. Instead, she poked her: "why, you, can you blaspheme such a face? Stay with me honestly. Don't use your hands and feet. You're responsible for the damage? "

Her poked little face was wrinkled into a ball: "hate..."

Linglong released her hand and sat down in her chair. "Come here again. I have something to tell you."

He only called her when he was very young and could not even speak clearly. Later, he always called her by name and surname. He had never been so close. He sat there, obviously with a simple background and not tall, but there was a powerful momentum that drove Han Shuanglu to obey. The sound was so good that she felt her ears burning.

"What are you talking about?"

Linglong looks at the surrounding environment. He is a dragon who likes leisure and hates work and craves enjoyment. He must not allow himself to live in such a broken house, nor can he tolerate the enjoyment without luxury and degeneration“ Do you remember what I told you the other day? "

She tilted her head.

"I bought a new house. Will you go back and convince grandma to move in with me?"

Han Shuanglu blinked: "no, are you serious? I thought you were bragging! "

Linglong knocked her with a shudder: "don't pack anything. There's everything over there. Just take your book with you. I'll call a car to pick it up later."

Han Shuanglu hesitated: "I don't know if grandma wants to..."

"And you? Will you? "

She raised her head and looked at Linglong. There was hesitation and anxiety in her watery apricot eyes. She had been poor for more than ten years and had been used to it. Suddenly one day she said she didn't need to continue, but it was difficult for her to accept it immediately.

Linglong said, "the new house is very close to the school. It's only five minutes' walk. The community has good public security and convenient travel. When you get out of the community, there is a bus stop. There are food streets and shopping malls nearby. There are people at night. It's safe and comfortable. What's wrong with it? Can it be worse than living here? It's senior three next semester. People upstairs quarrel every day and people downstairs beat children every day. You can't rest well, and grandma can't rest well. She's so old. "

He was so good at bewitching people that he talked about the point in every sentence, but Han Shuanglu was still hesitant: "but... That's the money you made. How nice I was with grandma - huh!"

Her eyes widened, her chin was pinched, and the temperature from her lips was exquisite, cold and soft. Han Shuanglu didn't know how to react. He looked like a fishy cat, licked his lips, and grinned at her. Her beautiful and amazing face made her heart beat“ Is that interesting? "

"Ah?"

"As the future son-in-law, isn't it natural to take care of grandma?" He leaned over and rubbed her soft little face. "Take care of your future wife. Can't anyone say anything? When we were young, the two grannies always said that they would order baby kisses for us? "

The little girl's face was very red. She covered her face and refused to show it to him. She almost ran away: "I'll go first!"

Linglong is not in a hurry: "remember to tell Grandma that she loves you and will promise you everything!"

She doesn't want to listen to him anymore!

Linglong stretched out, got up, looked in the mirror and sneered, "what craft? My hair is cut like a dog's bite, and my face can stand it."

He stroked his hair with his hand smartly, making it messy and beautiful. By the way, he thought about going out for a perm and dyeing another day - but Han Shuanglu's little housekeeper must say that the school forbids hair dyeing and perming and forbids him to move.

He doesn't have anything to clean up. He buys all new things. He doesn't want to touch Mu Jian's doggy things. He sent Han Shuanglu home these days. He sleeps on the sofa. Who calls Mu Jian so disgusting? The bedroom is no different from the garbage dump. It's not where the Dragon lives at all.

As for Mu Jian's game number, although krypton has won a lot, his practice is not very good. Few people buy it when hanging out. Linglong has to be responsible for beating ghosts and upgrading him to make equipment. After taking over, he can sell it after a while. He took out his mobile phone and looked at several stocks he bought - making money in the human world. It's too easy for long to get rich overnight, I must thank the gangsters that night for providing him with the first pot of gold.

About fifteen minutes later, Han Shuanglu sent him a message saying that his grandmother promised. Linglong immediately knocked on the door. It was Han Shuanglu who opened the door. She asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you're too slow to clean up. I'll help you."

"I won't. I started doing housework when I was very young!" She was unconvinced. "Have you forgotten who took care of you after grandma Mu died?"

"It's you. It's you. Are you all right? Take this, too? "

Han Shuanglu was packing up other things. When he looked back, he found Linglong squatting in front of her small box and a finger lifting her girl's underwear - he immediately rushed over with a red face, grabbed it and stuffed it into the innermost part: "how can you turn over other people's things!"

"You opened yourself here. How can I turn around?" Then Linglong looked down and sighed. Don't overdo it.

Han Shuanglu:???

She bit her teeth and said, "you are too pale! I don't think you're short! "

Height is an exquisite pain point. You can't poke it. He can rise to 1.8 meters overnight, but isn't that scary? He grinned darkly: "well, I don't think you're right about A."

She rushed angrily to hit him. He dodged flexibly. They chased him in the living room. Somehow, the man was right in front of her and could reach out, but she just couldn't catch it! Just make yourself panting with fatigue.

Grandma Han took a panoramic view of everything and couldn't help smiling on her face. Maybe the old woman was blessed by the spirit of heaven. Mu Jian is really getting better.

Seriously, grandma Han also thought Mu Jian was bragging. When she told her that Mu Jian took them to live in a big house and was safe near the school, the little girl thought she was unhappy and her emotions were written on her face, but why would grandma Han be unhappy? She didn't want to live here for a long time. I don't care about my old bones. I have to go to school, do housework and take care of Mu Jian. It's really hard. The school is far away from home, and the girl can only sleep five hours a day. How can grandma not be distressed?

Linglong told them to take only documents, books, photo albums and other irreplaceable things, but Grandma Han, Han Shuanglu and grandparents and grandchildren are used to frugality and nostalgia. They also want to take away the old clothes that have been washed white for many years, which makes Linglong quite speechless. Finally, he suppressed the resistance of the old and the small with force. They are not allowed to take any clothes wrapped in pots and pans!

Although she wanted to go for a long time, she really wanted to leave, but she was reluctant. Grandma Han lived in the family building since she got married, until her son and daughter-in-law died on business, and her granddaughter slowly grew up into a beautiful girl... When the child was old, she was old, and the old woman next door left early, leaving her alone.

Sometimes lying in this dark and damp old house, listening to the quarrel upstairs, the crying, scolding and beating of the children downstairs, grandma Han felt that as long as she closed her eyes, she might never wake up again.

But she can't die yet. She's still young. She has to look at her.

Linglong helped her downstairs. Someone specially assigned to pick up the packed luggage. The old man slowly moved down. The stairway light had been broken for several years. Grandma Han felt like she saw the monster's throat every time she saw the dark stairway.

She turned her head, one left and one right. The two children helped her and smiled gently: "people are like people."

Linglong knew this meant him. He raised his eyebrows and grinned at the old man. He was really energetic: "isn't he handsome? After cutting my hair again, my saliva flowed out. "

Han Shuanglu immediately retorted, "I don't!"

They fought again and finally ended up with Han Shuanglu's failure. She was very unhappy. Why did she always say that she couldn't help him?