"This shrimp is delicious and delicious. It smells fragrant and leaves a mouth full of fragrance when you bite it. Old friends, children, and old friends all like it very much."
Master Beiming's bitter, wrinkled face... looked like he was hopeless.
"Grandpa, have a taste? Even lick it?"
"If I could be defeated by your flattery, would I still be your great grandfather?"
Master Beiming pulled the quilt over his head, keeping out of sight. He finally persisted for three days and could not fail.
Beiming Yechen didn't expect the old man to be so courageous: "Would you like me to call the little country girl to find out about the military situation?"
Master Beiming lifted the quilt and said, "Hit me now."
"Eat this chicken leg first." Bei Mingyechen licked his lips seductively, like a cunning cat, "It smells good..."
Gulu gulu gulu...
Master Beiming's stomach growled in panic.
"Don't worry, I'm with you. You eat secretly, but my brother doesn't know...I asked Steve to guard the door?"
Hearing this, Master Beiming, a veteran general, was finally defeated.
"You brat, bring me the most fragrant piece of chicken drumstick!"
Mr. Beiming had a good tooth. He took the plate and chewed the meat with the elegance of an old gentleman: "After finishing the chicken legs, you can call An An."
Chapter 37 There is you in the temple, but not me...
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Ji Anan walked into the community with weak legs.
The phone rang and I received a call from Bei Mingyechen. She hung up and called again. How shameless!
"Beiming Yechen, I'm very busy now!"
"My grandfather misses you very much and wants to hear your voice more. Say a few words that he likes to hear?"
Ji Anan opened the door, not in the mood to talk, "I'm going to be really busy right now, can I talk to grandpa later?"
Beiming Yechen glanced at Mr. Beiming. The old man had another sad face and coughed unhappily.
"Let's do this. You tell my grandfather a story and I'll let you go after that."
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There was you in the temple, but not me..." After saying that, Ji Anan hung up the phone.
Bei Mingyechen held the phone and didn't react yet.
The old man was already bursting into laughter...
Steve opened the door and walked in. Beiming Shaoxi was shocked by the old man's maniacal laughter.
Mr. Beiming's laughter got stuck, and he pretended to be a patient. He collapsed on the bed, "My heart is suffocating and I feel very uncomfortable...Ye Chen... please tell An An... the... story you just told... also tell Shaoxi."
...Say it again..."
I fell seriously ill in an instant, but I still think about the story...
"Brother, I almost had a big stomach by myself, and my grandfather didn't even eat a morsel of food. The doctor said that if this situation continues, even if I get nutritional injections to maintain it, I won't be able to last long..."
The old man coughed cooperatively, as if he was out of breath.
Beiming Shaoxi had a sullen expression on his face, and received a set of photos on his phone, which were live broadcasts of Ji Anan slapping four bodyguards.
"I'll go, what's going on?" Beiming Yechen snatched the phone away and scrolled through photos one by one.
Before Ji Anan beat someone, he specially wiped black ash on the ground with his hand. The slap marks were left on the bodyguard's face one by one, which was very spectacular.
"The little country girl went to beat someone? Aren't you eating in a Nepali hotel?"
Young Master, we have checked and found that the person who took Miss Ji away was the bodyguard of the Sen family... The news from my subordinates was seriously delayed.
Beiming Shaoxi solved the matter and then got the report!
One step too late, Ji Anan might have been buried alive by the Mori family?
The old man sat up energetically: "Who took our An'an away?"