Chapter 921 921: Lao Liu

“Oh.”

Hearing Zhang Cuilian's words, Ning Huanxin nodded. At this moment, she suddenly saw a bucket of latex paint placed in the corner of the yard. It was a big brand! And this smell...

"This latex paint is good, the formaldehyde content is very low, it's a big brand, and it's guaranteed."

Ning Huanxin said nonchalantly, "Nowadays, in addition to the appearance of decoration, the most important thing people care about is environmental protection."

"Yeah, yeah."

When Du Jiutian heard Ning Huanxin mention the latex paint, his eyes flashed, as if a little embarrassed.

"Ms. Ning, it's cold outside, why don't you come inside?"

"Yeah, okay."

Ning Huanxin didn't refuse and went straight into the room.

Not long after she went in, Zhang Cuilian brought her a lot of fruits.

"Ms. Ning, please have some fruit."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Ning Huanxin had had a meal here yesterday and was familiar with Zhang Cuilian. Seeing that Zhang Cuilian was not as reserved as yesterday, she asked softly.

"Aunt Zhang, is the man in the yard also from our village? Is he a decorator?"

"Are you asking Lao Liu? He knows a little bit about everything. There aren't many young people in the village now. Anyone who has any problems at home will ask him for help. His fees are not expensive, he can make a living, and the villagers can also get convenience."

At this point, Zhang Cuilian sighed, "In fact, Lao Liu is a very good person, honest and willing to endure hardships. Unfortunately, he is too honest. When he was young, his wife ran away with someone else while working outside. After that, he never left the house again and stayed in the village. However, he is old and his family is not well-off. The girls in the village all want to marry in the city, so he kept putting it off. He is not young anymore, but he is still a bachelor!"

Zhang Cuilian seemed to feel sorry for Lao Liu.

but……

Different people have different choices.

Ning Huanxin didn't say much. What she cared more about was the bucket of paint.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Cuilian went to cook dinner, and Lao Liu washed his face and hands and went into the house. When he saw Ning Huanxin, he nodded at her, as if he didn't know what to say.

Ning Huanxin looked at the man. She didn't look at him carefully that day, but after taking a closer look today, she found that this middle-aged man named Lao Liu was really tall and strong.

It seems that he should be the laborer of the whole village.

As if he felt that Ning Huanxin was looking at him, Lao Liu felt a little uncomfortable and looked up at Ning Huanxin.

"Ms. Ning, didn't I wash my face clean?"

As he said this, he touched his face a little embarrassedly.

"No, no."

Ning Huanxin smiled and said, "I just feel that he looks familiar. Uncle, did we meet yesterday?"

Ning Huanxin asked even though she knew the question, and pretended not to know him.

Hearing her words, Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, looked at Ning Huanxin, and then said sincerely: "We met at the end of the village yesterday. I heard from the village chief that you were a guest of the villa. I thought you left yesterday."

"Ha ha."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Hearing his words, Ning Huanxin laughed: "I have a bad memory. I just remembered it. Thank you for reminding me yesterday. But... I went to see the house, and it seems nothing."

"What house?"

At this time, Du Jiutian walked in from outside, heard Ning Huanxin's words, and asked casually.

“It’s the vacant house at the entrance of the village.”

Ning Huanxin said indifferently, quietly paying attention to Du Jiutian's changes.

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Du Jiutian was stunned for a moment, and both he and Lao Liu had bad expressions.

(End of this chapter)