Watching the man walk away, Yuan Zhou had to admit that he was quite curious about the Golden Belt of the Golden Rice bucket award.
However, in order to maintain his own image, Yuan Zhou tried very hard to hold back his desire to ask.
"It's a good thing I can tell Xiaoya about this later. " Yuan Zhou thought in the heart and then turned around to go to the backyard.
It was time for Yin ya to come and drink red wine.
As usual, Yuan Zhou was waiting for Yin ya at the door of the backyard. At the end of October, the coolness of Chengdu was already very obvious. Yin ya came in leisurely in a wine-red windbreaker.
"Du, du, du." The crisp sound of the high heels hitting on the bluestone pavement was heard. The moment Yin ya saw Yuan Zhou, her snow-white face revealed a beautiful smile.
"Why are you at the door again?" Yin ya reproached him.
