Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 585

[Five hundred and eighty-three squirrels]

Photographer Lin Lun, who had already followed Qin Guan out, had already opened the lens of his favorite camera and swayed the film produced by the collision between his fingertips and the machine without hesitation.

“Cong Nianwei, come quickly, the scenery here is really beautiful.” The

golden sunlight shone on the elf who had fallen into the world, making his smile even more delicate for no reason.

I don’t know who coined the phrase “happy and sad.” When Qin Guan was waving his hands vigorously at the person under the tree, a naughty squirrel with a big tail found that an unexpected guest suddenly broke in at the door of his house.

This nasty guy is still yelling at his house, so that his squirrels, one, two, three, or four, can’t get a good afternoon sleep.

Therefore, as the head of a family, you should shoulder your important responsibility and drive away all outsiders who break into your own territory.

“Oh, God, look at that little cutie, its tail is fluffy, like the fine wool balls sold in the Gus department store!”

Hilton, who always pays attention to the dynamics of male gods, discovered this little thing in an instant. exist.

“This is a good composition, Qin Guan, don’t scare it away, good boy, find a way to interact with it.”

Tasha Duduo and Lin Lun voiced guidance at the same time, this is a very good painting and The material of photography is simply the source of inspiration for a god-sent artist.

The pair of old friends looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and then put all their minds around the young man on the tree.

There was only one calm and normal person, Cong Nianwei, who rolled her eyes helplessly, as if she knew the direction of the events later, she held her forehead.

“Come on, dear little squirrel, come to brother Qin Guan…” The

typical scar is healed, forgetting the pain, Qin Guan gently handed over his slender and fair fingers.

The squirrel dad on the opposite side dragged out a green chestnut petal from the back of his tail, held it in front of his chest with both claws, and the two jumped and moved in Qin Guan’s direction.

With the jumping of the short legs, the big tail drew a beautiful arc in mid-air. When Dad Squirrel reached the highest point in the air, he threw the chestnut in his hand to the intruder’s face.

‘Bang’ is

not loud,

An immature chestnut was smashed on Qin Guan’s forehead, bounced off, rolled twice on the branch, and stopped.

“Pfft hahaha…”

Forgive Cong Nianwei’s immorality, Qin Guan’s problem of getting carried away when she is happy really brings infinite joy to her life.

And Tasha Duduo, who had already drawn a pencil draft of Qin Guan’s interaction with the little squirrel under the tip of the pen, was also stunned on the spot.

Immediately, her cheerful smile appeared in the hearty laughter of the girl beside her.

Lin Lun, the old man, was already laughing out loud at this time. His camera lens has captured the scene just now, and such pictures full of childishness and artistic conception are very rare.

The only person on the branch who couldn’t be happy was Qin Guan, because he finally remembered his strange physique, and because the laughter of the other people in the farm manor was too happy, he had woken up the whole squirrel family.

Dad Squirrel looked at the one, two, three, and four who were automatically lined up, and the youngest one still had a crooked look on his face, and immediately became furious.

It threw the chestnuts it had picked up again, and jumped down the big tree in a flash.

The rest is the story of the four cute creatures and Qin Guan’s big eyes to small eyes, and the inspiration for the onlookers’ Tasha Duduo paintings emerged like a gushing spring.

Cong Nianwei, who was under the tree, was about to pull up her jeans and go up to help Qin Guan, when she saw Dad Squirrel returning to the tree branch from nowhere.

Hello!

Where did you find a chestnut shell with spiky thorns…

Qin, who is opposite, watched this chestnut shell like a small hedgehog, his eyes widened a little, and as the only enemy on the tree , I was happily entertained by Dad Squirrel.

The ‘Puba’

chestnut shell was inserted into Qin Guan’s hair accurately, as funny as when we bullied girls when we were children, we would hang a few dried cockleburs on their clothes.

One, two, three, and four on the side looked at his father’s heroism, his small eyes exuded excitement, and he was quite eager to try, but Qin Guan, who was in a bad situation, didn’t care about his own demeanor, and howled out. He climbed down from the tree and ran away.

“Hahaha, Qin Guan, you are really a good and professional model. Why don’t you come to see me, an old man every issue, and be my illustrator model in the painting weekly!”

Cong Nianwei on the side was taking the initiative at this time. Qin Guan, who bowed his head, picked the culprit who shot him, while Hilton, who was beside him, hesitated and did not step forward.

Qin Guan doesn’t seem to like animals. Will he like the seven or eight dogs in his house?

Now it’s not a question of whether Qin Guanxi likes it or not. Can you go home and ask the dogs how they feel?

Lin Lun, who was laughing and burst into tears, looked at the wonderful scene captured by his camera, rolled his eyes with some wickedness, and raised his hand.

He pointed in one direction of the manor, and asked Qin Guan in the most sincere tone: “Dear Qin, can you go to the fenced log cabin over

there ?”

There are beautiful paths paved with bluestones, and large fields of wildflowers in full bloom. I want to take two scenes there. UU reading www.sonicmtl.com is a very good choice.”

Qin Guan does not doubt that he has him. Seeing that the scenery over there is different from the delicate beauty under the big banyan tree, he squeezed his eyes at Cong Nianwei, waved his hands twice, and ran in the direction pointed by photographer Lin Lun.

After Qin Guan left a certain distance, he had been standing behind Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan, and Hilton, who watched the two interact, took a step forward and stood beside Cong Nianwei.

“Qin Guan has always been like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t seem to like small animals?”

Hearing this, Cong Nianwei smiled, and on her face, which made the summer heat feel a little refreshed, a rare nostalgic smile appeared.

“It’s not that he doesn’t like small animals. Qin Guan’s heart is softer than cotton candy. How could he not like small animals?

” Opportunity, but also depressed for a long time.” (To be continued.)