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My grandfather Wen Jiaan looked like a completely white old man. He had no Chinese characteristics except for his name. However, his grandmother Qiao was black and blue, and had one-eighth of Chinese blood.

Both old men were very kind, Wen Jia'an was humorous and witty, and Qiao pulled Ming Fengcao and refused to let go. After introducing them to both sides, the two old men led the butler and several servants to lead the two young children along the trail of the manor.

Not far away is a small gray castle. Looking around, the several acres of land around are deserted and flat. It is winter, and there is no green, and the sky is gray.

When Butler Hand saw Shaville who was at the end, he quietly looked up and introduced him to the situation of the manor. Shaville nodded, and his pair of quiet and deep black eyes occasionally looked at Butler Hand, and he muttered to himself that this guest was not old, but his demeanor was very extraordinary, and he was not much worse than the royal children.

Ming Fengcao was happily saying, "Hmph, the winter in Britain is so dull and boring. Grandpa and grandma, don't you get tired of watching this wasteland? According to me, when winter comes, you should go south to southern France to live for a while, so as not to get sick from depression here. Speaking of which, why didn't Uncle Yulian come to pick me up? "

Old Mrs. Qiao had already started to have gray hair, but her appearance was very elegant and decent. Ming Fengcao's liveliness made her feel very excited. She smiled and said, "Your uncle? After Christmas, I went to Nordic Europe for skiing. I don't know how many countries I have wandered around. It's almost the end of February and I haven't come back yet."

The small round reading glasses on the bridge of the nose of Mr. Wen's old family are a bit funny. When he talks about it, he waved his hand a little angry: "Your uncle is really slippery and he doesn't want to give birth soon. He doesn't want to manage the family business. When he is forced to get anxious, he slips out for half a year and doesn't go home! He was not so naughty when he was a child. I don't know why he becomes less and less decent as he grows older."

Ming Fengcao burst out laughing: "Uncle likes art, likes painting." She let go of old Mrs. Qiao's hand, turned around and pulled Shaville to her grandparents, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa and grandma, don't ignore him, Shaville is my boyfriend. He is very unfamiliar with Britain. Please introduce more interesting things to him!"

Wen Jiaan nodded with a smile, and his slightly old blue eyes looked at Shaville. One was a very reserved and proud British traditional gentleman, and the other was an outstanding boy with the best power. The two looked at each other with a little sparks in the calm, and no one was willing to fall at a disadvantage in the momentum.

Both Mrs. Qiao and Ming Fengcao felt it. The old lady smiled and tried to smooth things over: "What's wrong? Shaville, come and talk to my old lady. I heard Cao'er say that you are also a psychic, or a very powerful psychic?"

"Yes. My strength is not bad now, a little higher than Cao'er."

Shaville was tall and thin. When chatting with the old lady, he lowered his head politely, with starry eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose and thin lips, so handsome that Old Lady Qiao could not help but blush.

"So powerful! I can be considered a psychic, but my power is only at the top of the e-level. Since I awakened, I can only move the level of one cup." Qiao said of his meager power, and was a little sad. 435

My grandfather Wen Jiaan looked like a completely white old man. He had no Chinese characteristics except for his name. However, his grandmother Qiao was black and blue, and had one-eighth of Chinese blood.

Both old men were very kind, Wen Jia'an was humorous and witty, and Qiao pulled Ming Fengcao and refused to let go. After introducing them to both sides, the two old men led the butler and several servants to lead the two young children along the trail of the manor.

Not far away is a small gray castle. Looking around, the several acres of land around are deserted and flat. It is winter, and there is no green, and the sky is gray.

When Butler Hand saw Shaville who was at the end, he quietly looked up and introduced him to the situation of the manor. Shaville nodded, and his pair of quiet and deep black eyes occasionally looked at Butler Hand, and he muttered to himself that this guest was not old, but his demeanor was very extraordinary, and he was not much worse than the royal children.

Ming Fengcao was happily saying, "Hmph, the winter in Britain is so dull and boring. Grandpa and grandma, don't you get tired of watching this wasteland? According to me, when winter comes, you should go south to southern France to live for a while, so as not to get sick from depression here. Speaking of which, why didn't Uncle Yulian come to pick me up? "

Old Mrs. Qiao had already started to have gray hair, but her appearance was very elegant and decent. Ming Fengcao's liveliness made her feel very excited. She smiled and said, "Your uncle? After Christmas, I went to Nordic Europe for skiing. I don't know how many countries I have wandered around. It's almost the end of February and I haven't come back yet."

The small round reading glasses on the bridge of the nose of Mr. Wen's old family are a bit funny. When he talks about it, he waved his hand a little angry: "Your uncle is really slippery and he doesn't want to give birth soon. He doesn't want to manage the family business. When he is forced to get anxious, he slips out for half a year and doesn't go home! He was not so naughty when he was a child. I don't know why he becomes less and less decent as he grows older."

Ming Fengcao burst out laughing: "Uncle likes art, likes painting." She let go of old Mrs. Qiao's hand, turned around and pulled Shaville to her grandparents, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa and grandma, don't ignore him, Shaville is my boyfriend. He is very unfamiliar with Britain. Please introduce more interesting things to him!"

Wen Jiaan nodded with a smile, and his slightly old blue eyes looked at Shaville. One was a very reserved and proud British traditional gentleman, and the other was an outstanding boy with the best power. The two looked at each other with a little sparks in the calm, and no one was willing to fall at a disadvantage in the momentum.

Both Mrs. Qiao and Ming Fengcao felt it. The old lady smiled and tried to smooth things over: "What's wrong? Shaville, come and talk to my old lady. I heard Cao'er say that you are also a psychic, or a very powerful psychic?"

"Yes. My strength is not bad now, a little higher than Cao'er."

Shaville was tall and thin. When chatting with the old lady, he lowered his head politely, with starry eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose and thin lips, so handsome that Old Lady Qiao could not help but blush.
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