Hearing the words "sister", no matter how calm Bailan was, she couldn't help but click her tongue.
Luo Qingyue is really eloquent. Is she really fifteen years old?
"I don't understand what you are talking about
"Sister, you are really different from what you say. Look at how old you are. I didn't expect that your voice would be so nice. Sister, if you don't tell me, how do you maintain such a good voice?
My sister will also learn from it, and when she gets older in the future, she can carry forward her secret skills."
Every mouthful of sister, every mouthful of sister, made Bai Lan complain endlessly.[
Even Luo Longyu on the side couldn't help laughing. This girl Qingyue is really...
Zhao Quan was dumbfounded.
Bai Lan was disguised as an old man, and her voice had been disguised as a hoarse and dark tone. Just now, Luo Qingyue suddenly sprained her wrist, and Bai Lan subconsciously shouted out, but her original voice was revealed unexpectedly.
No matter how stupid Zhao Quan is, after hearing Luo Qingyue's words and considering the current situation, he can understand one or two of them.
"Ah!" A scream came from Luo Qingyue's mouth.
Bai Lan was startled, thinking something had happened to Luo Qingyue. When she looked at her, she realized that Luo Qingyue was staring at the palm of her hand, as if she had realized something. Bai Lan wanted to make a fist, but with a slight movement, she affected the palm of her hand.
The injured wrist immediately hurt and made me sweat.
"Sister, the palms of your hands are so white and delicate. They are so beautiful." Luo Qingyue praised her sincerely, "Sister, it seems that you have never done any work, not even the simple matter of chopping firewood, boiling water and cooking.
Bar?"
Luo Qingyue blinked her watery eyes eagerly, "Yeah
Is it possible
Luo Qingyue pretended to be curious, looking left and right, but she couldn't see the so-called maid.
Bai Lan was dumbfounded for a moment.
Luo Qingyue's few words hit her fatal weakness.
only
"Sister, you are diligent, but you should never go to the river to wash clothes. What's even more unlucky is that you actually met us. Do you think so, sister?"
When handing the bucket of white orchids to the riverside, Luo Qingyue saw her palm.
An old man who has lived in a mountain village for sixty or seventy years would have calluses on his palms, but Bailan's palms had no calluses except for wrinkles.
Obviously, this person has not done any heavy work. Otherwise, how could it be like this?
"Who are you?" Zhao Quan came to his senses and asked Bai Lan with a gloomy look on his energetic face that did not belong to him.
No matter how stupid he is, he can still understand it from Luo Qingyue's words.[