The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

After settling the matter, Yan Tao bought a ticket and flew back to Qingyang City.

The handsome young man wears black-framed sunglasses, walks like the wind, and has a back as straight as a pine tree. His handsome yet sinister temperament is a sight to behold throughout the airport.

The moment he walked out of the airport, a chubby little old man jumped out next to him, "SURPRISE! Yan!"

Yan Tao...

She glanced sideways and saw a very familiar face.

Smith.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and he put his left hand on Smith's shoulder gracefully. His handsome face was as cold as jade. She glanced at him leisurely and said, "Smith, this trick worked well for us the first time. Can we change it for the second time?" ?”

Smith shook his head: "NONONO! Yan! There is an idiom in your Chinese country, it will never work if you try it a hundred times! This is what I am doing now, it will never work if you try it a hundred times!"

Yan Tao...

very good.

Pushing the little old man away with his plain hands, the young man hooked his hands at the taxi driver. The car rushed in front of her, "Classmate, where are you going?"

"Qingzhong."

"Okay!"

Smith watched helplessly as the young man left in style, with dark circles under his eyes and about to cry without tears.

Today is a working day and there are not many people on the streets.

Yan Tao's slender legs stepped out of the car door, with one hand in his pocket. Only the perfect curve of his chin was exposed, and the curve of his thin lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, giving off a bewitching flavor.

"Hey, hey, hello!"

George, who was working hard to find the way, saw someone coming out, and ran over to ask for directions with bright eyes, "I want to ask, how to go this way?"

The young man turned his face sideways, and his slightly raised eyebrows fell on George's face through his sunglasses. Hmm, it seemed a bit familiar.

Xiao Qi: Master, isn’t this the painter who chased you for three streets?

Yan Tao: Well, a painter.

George's eyes touched the young man's picturesque face, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Are you Yan, Yan Tao?"

He looked down at the address and name on the paper again.

"Well..." Yan Tao said with a smile, "I'm not."

George scratched his head and stared at Yan Tao without blinking, "Are there so many good-looking people in China?"

Yan Tao: "No, I am the only person in China who is so good-looking."

George…

Xiaoqi...

After teasing George, Yan Tao led people into the yard. Granny Jiang was making clothes on the stone table with needle and thread. She raised her head when she heard the sound and showed a kind smile, "Where did this child come from again? Come on? , show it to grandma."

Yan Tao...

What does it mean?

I just got one to thank you, and I haven’t gotten it yet.

George jumped up to Granny Jiang and glanced at the clothes she had made with excitement, "Is this Chinese embroidery? I have never seen anyone really do it? Grandma, you can actually do it?"

His eyes were shining, and he obviously liked it very much.

Grandma Jiang got excited, put on her reading glasses and said, "Do you like it?"

"I love it so much!"

"I can teach you if you like."

"Really?"

George couldn't believe he had such good luck.

The ancient embroidery of China is a work of art full of ancient charm.

Just thinking about it makes him excited!

Yan Tao glanced at the two of them casually.

Um.

Grandma Jiang has been so selfless that she has forgotten that she has a grandson.

very good.

Yan. Little poor Tao walked into the kitchen silently, swiping the kitchen knife, chopping vegetables, and cooking.

Soon, the whole yard was filled with the fragrant and alluring aroma of rice. Grandma Jiang, who was addicted to embroidery, her eyes lit up and she walked to the kitchen of her own accord, "Taotao, what delicious food did you cook?"