Li Qingshu also laughed, imagining Shen Li as a chubby girl, she thought she would be very cute, right?
"Okay, then I won't give her the extra-large size next time."
Chu Yang nodded, feeling somewhat troubled.
The issue isn't whether Little Pear will become chubby, but rather that she keeps going to the bubble tea shop, and it's only a matter of time before her secret is exposed.
All I could say was, "You shouldn't go to bubble tea shops so often. There's no reason for the owner's wife to work. Just listen to me."
"Okay," Li Qingshu said with a light laugh.
"Chu Yang, you have a little niece at school?" Su Yan asked curiously.
“It’s Shen Li, the daughter of my sworn brother,” Chu Yang said.
He believed that Su Yan would not say anything out of turn.
I didn't say anything out of line, I just couldn't quite process what I was saying for a moment.
Sworn brother, niece, girlfriend... You scumbag, you're really playing the field. Does your sworn brother even know about this?
However, it is now certain that Li Qingshu was unaware of this.
No wonder Chu Yang told her to go to bubble tea shops less often.
"I see, that's quite interesting," she exclaimed.
Chu Yang understood the implication in her words, but said nothing and focused on driving.
More than an hour later, we arrived at the Wuzhishan Stone Mountain Scenic Area.
After parking the car in the parking lot in front of the hotel, Chu Yang and the others got out.
Looking up, one sees towering mountains under a blue sky and white clouds, a beautiful landscape. A slightly cool breeze blows by, and taking a deep breath, one can smell the fragrance of grass and trees.
Li Qingshu opened her arms wide, her smile blooming: "It's beautiful here too."
Then he recited the poem: "The southeast forms a barrier reaching the sky, only the giant arms of the Jade Terrace can be seen... The beautiful scenery of the Five Fingers is truly like a fairyland on earth."
"Our little prodigy seems to have done her homework; she recited the poem beautifully," Chu Yang said, taking a picture of her with his camera.
Li Qingshu smiled shyly: "I didn't write the poem. I read a local collection of ancient poems before I came, and this poem just happened to be in it."
Then she took his hand and said, "Why don't you write a poem?"
"You want me to write poetry again?" Chu Yang chuckled, almost forgetting that in the young lady's eyes, he was also a talented poet.
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