Chapter 2992 Meeting You by Accident 7

She was a golden phoenix that flew out of the mountain. Usually when she returned, it was all staged. Now that she had finally borrowed it, she really didn't want to give it back at all.

"I can't bear to part with it! What if it breaks? I just bought this."

Huang Qingying shook his head and refused.

"It won't be broken, I promise... You know, this is my wedding! The first big thing in my life, I'm begging you!"

Qian Xiaole clasped his hands together and looked at Huang Qingqing pleadingly.

Huang Qingqing's expression was also very hesitant.

"Otherwise, let's just buy it and I'll make it cheaper for you. After all, your marriage is a big event in life!"

"..."

When Qian Xiaole heard what she said, he felt speechless.

"Forget it, I'll give it back to you!"

Qian Xiaole shrugged his shoulders, took out the duffel bag from under the bed, and took out his clothes from it.

Huang Qingying also put the contents of her black box into his own duffel bag.

After finishing this, she looked at Qian Xiaole and smiled, "Xiaole, you won't be angry, will you?"

"Of course I won't be angry. This is yours to begin with!"

Qian Xiaole smiled dryly and shook his head again.

"Then I'm relieved, we are still good friends!"

Huang Qingqing smiled again, climbed up again, and went to practice.

Qian Xiaole was down there, so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

The time on the train passed quickly.

After getting off the bus, I got on a bus.

After two hours of bumpy driving, the bus stopped on a large piece of yellow land.

"Where is your home?"

Huang Qingqing looked at the endless yellow land, although she knew that it would still take some distance to get to Qian Xiaole's house.

But just scratch Qian Xiaole.

"I just sent a text message to Zhao Gang. He will ask someone to pick us up."

Qian Xiaole smiled slightly again, but there was a flash of edge in his eyes.

The two stood and waited for half an hour, and the tractor finally arrived to pick them up.

The two got on the tractor, swaying for a while, and finally arrived at Qian Xiaole's home.

Her house was not very good, so Qian Xiaole gave her the house where she used to live, and she went to sleep with her mother.

Her father and her brother sleep in the same room.

Huang Qingqing was happy sleeping in a room by himself.

It's good that they don't bother me.

So, in the next few days, Huang Qingqing spent all his time practicing internal skills and mental techniques in his room. Except when he went out to eat, he stayed in this room.

Qian Xiaole didn't bother to bother her, so he naturally wouldn't ask Duoduo anything.

Finally, the day of Qian Xiaole's wedding arrived. Huang Qingqing found a pair of black T-shirts from her bag and wore them with simple jeans underneath. She walked into Qian Xiaole's room.

Although the wedding was held in the countryside, Qian Xiaole still bought a wedding dress to wear. After all, it was the first marriage in his life, so this was still necessary.

"Huang Qingqing, what do you mean now!?"

Qian Xiaole was talking to some sisters from his village about his affairs in the city, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Huang Qingqing walking in wearing a black T-shirt.

What does this mean? She is getting married today and she is wearing black clothes. Isn't she here to bring bad luck?