"Who will take hundreds of thousands of dishes on a plate, do you have such a burnt bag?" Luo Fu was so angry and funny.
“Hundreds of thousands?” Luo Qianqian raised his eyebrows and his face was unbelievable.
She thinks that things are like antiques, but now there are so many imitations on the market, so I don't pay much attention to this.
Her dad has always loved to smash these things. Since I went to see it, I want to say it is true.
"Except those plate bowls, the tea, the flower plate, which is not antique, the good things make him so bad?" The more he thought about it, the more distressed, but in the end it was not good to say something to others.
Luo Qianqian’s mouth trembled slightly. She never cared about these things. She didn’t expect that the things in the house were antiques.
"You persuaded, cherish some." Luo father swears.
Luo nodded a thousand, but returned to God.
"Dad, what did you see him yesterday, so thinking about it?"
"I am not thinking about him, I am distressed by those good things." Luo father said firmly.
He just found out that people were not so bad as they expected before, but they didn't say that they wanted him to be a son-in-law.
"Well, I will try." Luo Qianqian nodded.
The results of yesterday’s work with her dad did not seem to be generally good.
The father and the daughter are talking, and Zou Fang is from the kitchen probe.
"What do you talk about whispering?"
"Nothing, I said to Dad, I want to eat Jiao Yao Wan tonight." Luo Qianqian said with a smile.
Zou Fang took the dish to the table, and the family ate it, and said it.
"Thousands, the son of your aunt Chen..."
"Mom, I am full. I have to write a few songs for the singers recently. There is also a soundtrack for Vivi's new movie. It is not available." Luo Qianqian finished, got up and took the bag and left. I don’t want to listen to her any more.