The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 153 Mr. President, Gently Kiss (47)

The relationship between the original owner and him seems to be very little. After all, they are all Taoist priests. Before the original owner returned to vulgarity, he was a Taoist priest, and the Taoist priests did not talk too much.

The original owner was a filial girl, and when she had money, she would give the money to her father.Although her father was a Taoist priest on the mountain, sometimes he needed some money, and it was better to have money than to have no money.

This father seldom asked the original for money, basically he would not ask the original for any money, and the original owner gave him money voluntarily.

Jing Qingran poured him tea, but he didn't say anything. Then, Jing Qingran poured tea for himself.

"By the way, Qiqi, you are also 24 years old this year, have you met the boy you like, have you and him considered getting married?" He asked with concern.

Although he is a Taoist priest, he also hopes that his daughter will have a good home.

"This..." Jing Qingran thought for a while, this question, she was thinking about how to answer him.

"Qiqi, after all, you are a girl. When you were young, you had no choice but to make you pretend to be a boy..." Daoist Kong Ming said, his voice full of melancholy.

"You have returned to the common world now, I hope you have a good home." He said, "I'm sorry, I, I'm just a Taoist priest... I can't help you in the secular world."

"Why do you say that?" Jing Qingran shook her head at him.

Daoist Kong Ming, who came from an ordinary family, became a Taoist priest when he was seven years old. His parents died before he was seven years old. He was sent to a Taoist temple, and then he became a Taoist priest.

"I feel relieved to see that you are doing well," he said.

Although he is a Taoist priest, and Taoist priests want the six roots to be pure, how can he completely ignore his daughter?

"What about you? Do you plan to be a Taoist priest all your life?" Jing Qingran asked.

Taoist Master Kong Ming is 45 years old this year. He looks like a middle-aged man without too much old age.

"Yes." Daoist Kong Ming nodded.

"Aren't you still vulgar?" Jing Qingran asked.

"No plan." He shook his head.

At that time, the original owner's mother insisted on telling him to return to vulgarity, but he did not return to vulgarity. After so many years, he is still a Taoist priest.

"Okay, everyone has their own aspirations." Jing Qingran waved her hand.

At this time, Jing Qingran's cell phone rang, and she took it to see that it was Cholera calling her.

"I'll answer the phone." Jing Qingran said.

"Yes." The Taoist nodded.

Jing Qingran answered the call, and the voice of cholera came from the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home." Jing Qingran said.

"I'm downstairs at your house."

"What a coincidence?" Jing Qingran frowned.

"I just came, I'm coming up now," he said.

"Then...President, you have to be careful. Do you want me to come down and pick you up?" Jing Qingran asked.

This president, like a national treasure, needs Jing Qingran as a bodyguard, always thinking about protecting him.

"No, I can come up by myself," he said.

"Then you have to be careful." Jing Qingran said.

He just came up, this is not a mountain of knives, nor a sea of ​​flames...

"Understood." Cholera said, "I'm dead."

"That's good." Jing Qingran nodded.

Then the call was hung up.

Jing Qingran put down the phone, and looked up at Daoist Kong Ming.

"I have a... friend. He is downstairs now, and he will be up soon." Jing Qingran said.

(End of this chapter)