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    He saw that he came over from the rearview mirror. He had picked up the window and opened his face.  When he came over, she quickly turned around and watched him open the door.

    She was sitting in the driver's seat. Han Yingqin opened the passenger door and handed the things to her first. She took them over happily.  Han Yingqin did not get in the car immediately, but stood outside and made a few calls.

    As for Armadillo, he only concentrates on looking at and touching the box.  It was really touching, like touching her beloved clothes.

    What¡¯s inside?

    She wanted to know what was inside, but she still carefully read the words on the long box. It was a pea green color.  Armadillo smiled knowingly.

    Xiaobai is so meticulous.  She remembered that she told him at that time that Luoyang City was made of soil. The soil was made of the purest loess brought from afar. After it was steamed in a basket until soft, it was mixed with children's cakes (because children except beans)  They don't eat anything, and they don't do anything except make cakes, so they can make the purest cakes) and put them into the template to build the city wall.  After a thousand years, the city will turn into a pea green color.

    She even dug it with her nails. After she was satisfied with it, she carefully opened the box.

    Wow!  ¡ª¡ªThe armadillo¡¯s eyes were dyed with red luster from inside!

    They are two intact red fox skins!  !

    The two pieces are not exactly the same size, Armadillo knows, one is for the chest and the other is for the hips.  Xiaobai remembers that this was what the girls covered their naked bodies with.

    The down of this leather is really beautiful.  Delicate, smooth, soft, bright and bright red.  Armadillo couldn't put it down after touching it.

    At this time, Han Yingqin came up after making a phone call, closed the car door, looked into the box, and laughed,

    "It seems I was wrong just now. This is the real thing. The red leather from Xing'anling is a good thing."

    Armadillo touched it and then picked it up and rubbed it against his face, "It's so warm."

    The red leather on the armadillo's face looks good. Han Yingqin raised his hand and smoothed her hair with his fingertips.

    "The red fox is rare. It is short, exquisite and handsome. When it runs, it looks like a cluster of fireballs burning on the snow, which is pleasing to the eye. It is small in size and has a slender and fluffy tail. It runs like a huge and shaking broom, sweeping the snow.  Its footprints are cleverly covered up. Another one is that its blue eyes are shining with a faint light, which not only reveals wisdom but also reflects its cunning. The claws are even more beautiful, crystal clear and white to the eye, and the red and white are so beautiful.  People are speechless.¡±

    "Have you seen it?" Huanyan asked with interest, still rubbing his face.

    "When I was stationed in Inner Mongolia, I hunted and caught such a big red skin." He compared it with his hands. "At that time, I heard from hunters that this red skin is very valuable. One piece can be worth dozens of wolf skins or several.  Ten bear skins. You can also get a brand new single shotgun, including bullets, gunpowder, cannons, and a shell tightener." He seemed very happy when talking about hunting, and Armadillo also seemed to be very excited about it.

    "Take me to play with you sometime!" She stopped rubbing her face and stood up, her eyes bright.

    Han Yingqin leaned closer to the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.  Armadillo turned over while holding Hongpizi, and stupidly and clumsily lay on top of him, even holding Hongpizi around his neck, "Tomorrow is the weekend, tomorrow is the weekend, -" right next to his face  , whispered,

    Han Yingqin did not move. He smiled, tilted his head back a little, and stared at her, "It doesn't matter if tomorrow is the weekend."

    ¶È Following the angle of his back, he raised his face slightly, and he whispered, "Don't you rush back to Beijing,"

    I heard him chuckle, "Hurry up, why aren't you in a hurry? I'll be back in a moment - um -" With a muffled groan, the dead armadillo bit his neck, what a bite!  Extremely anxious.  "You're still lying to me. I just heard you calling and saying that the matter will be dealt with on Monday, -" Oh, I thought she was only looking at her beloved morocco leather, but she still kept her ears open to listen to what he was saying.  .

    Han Yingqin then raised his arms to hug her, turned around and kissed her eyes with a smile, "How about you come back to Beijing with me in the next two days? I will take you hunting."

    The dead man straightened his neck and asked, "Is this a real gun?"

    Han Yingqin patted her butt and said, "The fake gun is for shooting sparrows." After saying that, he hugged her and put her on the driver's seat.

    Armadillo carefully put the red leather bag back into the box and put it in the back seat. While fastening his seat belt, he said, "I have also shot sparrows, but not with guns, but with arrows. I can shoot them very accurately." Handsomely  Pull block.

    Han Yingqin leaned back comfortably on his chair, "You can still use arrows this time, but you can try it for fun. You can go to Yangluo Airport."

    Armadillo nodded, quite excitedly, "Then I'll give it a try. Will the prey belong to us after it's shot?"

      Han Yingqin smiled, "It's too bad to think about receiving merit before even going to the battlefield."

    Smile.  Concentrate on driving.

    This weekend, her father happened to be invited to give a lecture in Hangzhou. The dead armadillo released the gate and was taken care of by Han Shuai.

    When we drive to Yangluo Airport, of course we can take the 19 bus directly to Beijing.

    At Han Shuai¡¯s private house in the alley of the Imperial College, Han Shuai personally cooked and made her a bowl of egg noodles. This was ordered by Yan Yan, and she insisted on eating the noodles.  Because I was too busy looking at that room of good things to take care of my stomach.

    Han Yingqin only wore a military shirt at home, and the belt of his military trousers was also taken off, but the waist was tied to his flat abdomen, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up at the elbows, and two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, but he was extremely sexy.

    The room was covered with ridges and there was heating at home. Armadillo was barefoot and only wearing a shirt tucked into his trousers, sitting cross-legged on the floor.  Three buttons of her shirt were undone for beauty, and her sleeves were rolled up at the elbows.

    Han Yingqin was afraid that she would catch cold and asked her to put on her socks, but she refused.  There was no other way, so Han Yingqin had no choice but to turn up the heating.  From now on, Huanyan will live here and run around the house, even if she likes not wearing socks. She said that her family has always lived in a building, and the weather in Wuhan is very humid, so she is not able to roam around like this in a bungalow with ridges on the ground.  Running around.  Han Yingqin later had no choice but to add a radiator in the ridge, just to prevent her from catching cold.

    For her sake, this house has gone through a lot of trouble.  Han Shuai is an elegant person, and every room has its own taste.  Once the dead beast invades, her smell will be everywhere.  Huanyan is not a girl who likes to collect things. Although she is not a mess, she is confused and forgets where she put things in the blink of an eye.  Later, Han Shuai had set aside a room to store her clothes. There were so many clothes, but she also kept them randomly.  Anyway, Han Shuai can always dig out her underwear, socks, and scarves from his military uniform cabinet.  Once, Han Shuai specially washed her scarves. He counted them and found that there were almost two hundred scarves. Everywhere in the yard was stained red and green in the sun.  As for the armadillo, he was sitting on the ladder eating apples with his bare feet, laughing so hard.

    "However, there is a room, and no matter how blindly she puts things, she must not put them in this room under any circumstances.  The room she was sitting in right now was filled with small items made by Han Shuai Qu'er, which she cherished very much.  Sometimes I can play in it for a whole day without coming out, and then I will study it carefully, how do I do it?

    For example, there is a small machine that does square root.  The thing was just a wooden box with several rows of wooden poles on it, densely packed, like a kebab machine.  There is a wooden rocker on one side, which looks like an old gramophone.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Extremely magical.  When you press down the second wooden pole from the right, it means you want to open the square of 2.  Turn the crank and tilt a wooden pole, which means that the square root of 2 is 1.  Shake twice and stand up four wooden poles, indicating that the square root of 2 is 1.4.  Shake it again, and another wooden pole stands up, indicating that the square root of 2 is 1.41.  Be sure not to shake it for the fourth time, otherwise the machine will shatter into pieces.  Han Yingqin said that this was because the machine was made of rotten wood chips. If it were made of hardwood, it would not collapse until at least six significant figures were calculated.

    There are so many interesting things like this that Armadillo can¡¯t put them down.  So this room is her most precious.

    ??????????????? Come back to this moment.  This is the first time that Armadillo has entered Han Shuai's personal space. Needless to say, it's novel. It takes a long time to look at the good things in every house. Do you think she can afford to eat them?

    "However, she didn't care about eating. There was something she still remembered.

    After eating the noodles for a while, Han Yingqin was cleaning up in the kitchen. Just as he was about to turn around and ask her if she would drink honey water at night, he heard Armadillo calling at the door of the bedroom, "I'll go in and prepare. Don't come in. I told you to come in."  Come in again!"

    Han Yingqin laughed, what the hell, turned to look at her, and saw her sneaking into the bedroom holding the morocco leather box, and actually closed the door.

    Being a little nervous, Han Shuai smiled and didn¡¯t take it seriously.  It's better to prepare honey for her, she likes to drink it.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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