Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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It has been more than a month since Du Jiusheng came to Xinghe Village, and the drawings he designed will be completed soon.

Luo picked up very happy, and when he saw someone, he said the good words of his future son-in-law, so that he has always been slamming the side of the fight against Luo.

Correct! correct! It is a marriage!

He feels that his own prostitute's own conditions are very general, and his temper is not so good. Now it is better, at least what will be.

But the difference between the nine students is that the nine students are like a **** in his mind.

It is simply the perfect son-in-law of this middle-aged middle-aged man, so before he can restore his memory, he feels that the marriage must be a particularly important thing, and it is extremely urgent.

"I said how your two recent feelings are?" One night, like a starry night, Luo asked him to pick up the vegetables and asked: "The age of the dust is not too young, it’s twenty years old, it’s time to go there. It’s awkward.”

"Cough and cough..." Luo dumped a meal and almost didn't squirt it out, and she widened her water and looked at Luo's eyes!

Is it twenty years old? Isn’t the twenty-year-old the most beautiful life in my life, isn’t it time to enjoy youth?

Who is 20 years old and is going to talk about marriage?

"Dad, I think..."

Just as Luo Dust wanted to hold on to the young man's thoughts and plan to marry her dad, Du Jiusheng opened her mouth before her.

"I think the uncle said it makes sense." He looked very calm, with a faint gleam between his eyebrows.

? !

Make sense? How suddenly it became justified!

"No, I think..."

"Oh--" The next second, Luo took a picture and said: "Xiaosheng really won my heart, prostitutes, you give yourself a good day of divination, and then you can..."

"Hey you!" I saw Luo’s dusty 咚 的 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷 筷Oh!"

"Uncle, you know..." Du Jiusheng sighed softly, revealing a very aggrieved expression: "She doesn't want to."

"I……"

"She must think that I am a person who has no memory and has nothing, so I don't want to marry me."

Du Jiusheng frowned, put down the tableware with an injured look, and his face was a very lonely look.

I have to say that the performance of Du Jiusheng’s acting into the art circle is boundless, and the Oscar winners are waiting for him.

"You..." Just as she was going to explain, she was interrupted again by Luo.

I saw him with a long-awaited look at her and said: "Prostitute! You can't do this, how can you despise others? The relationship between two people is the most important thing, the other is not important. You bully the niche, old Dad will be angry!"

"I bully him!" Luo Dust's ‘brush’ stood up and his hands akimbo; “Now is this situation not both of you bullying me?”

In the next second, the two said in unison: "We don't have it!"

"I...you..." Luo Ding took a deep breath and let himself calm down and said, "I suddenly felt that what you said was right. Jiusheng’s brother brought nine pieces tomorrow. I will take you to get married!"

"Okay!" Du Jiusheng responded without any hesitation, with a warm light between his eyebrows.

In the moment, Luo has a feeling of falling into an unknown trap, and this feeling is still very strong.