Master, the way she looks at me is not right

Rest well and don't act rashly. "

Ning Qingxue gave Ling Qingchen a meaningful look and said.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I am not tired!I am not tired at all!

I am very energetic!I want to protect the law too!

"Then I will trouble you, senior.

Father, Uncle Ling, and Xiaochen?

Just go and sit next to you and rest.

It's enough to have a senior to protect me alone. "

After Xiao Miaomiao bowed to Ning Qingxue, she spoke softly.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

Xiaochen is also your name?

"You don't need to be so out of touch.

Just call him Qingchen. "

Ning Qingxue said softly.

Ling Qingchen: "???"

Ah this...

When you call it, it's even more surprising!

Xiao Miaomiao: "..."

This...why are you called Xiaochen, so you don't see anyone?

I'll see you when I call?

"Okay okay."

Xiao Miaomiao nodded obediently.

"There are seats there, go sit there and wait!"

Ning Qingxue flicked the stone table and chairs that were originally placed in the middle of the courtyard.

Suddenly, it was like being hit by a car accident.

From the center of the courtyard, it was pushed directly to the edge of the courtyard wall.

Ling Jueding: "..."

Middle-aged man in Tsing Yi: "..."

Ling Qingchen: "..."

That's my fiancee!

There's no need to guard me like a thief, right?

It is outrageous to push the table and chairs so far!

"I've long wanted to replace the stone tables and chairs in the yard over there.

Naihe couldn't move it all the time, but this time it was just right. "

Ling Jueding revealed a happy smile and said.

It seems that he is very satisfied with Ning Qingxue's operation.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Can't you find a better reason for lying?

What can't be moved?

How heavy is this stone table and chair?

Ordinary people can move it, let alone you are a practitioner?

"The scenery on the other side of the wall is indeed much better than that in the middle of this yard!

Hey, I seem to see plum blossoms, let's go!

Let's go and have a look together! "

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi also showed a look of yearning, and urged him softly.

Ling Qingchen: "???"

Can there be plum blossoms in the corner?

You also started lying and not drafting?

Wait, the plum blossom in the corner?

Hey, isn't this opportunity to pretend to be a match coming?

It's time to show off in front of your fiancée, earn your impression points, and prove yourself.

Lest she always feel that she is a waste material!

I must impress her.

"Looking at the plum blossoms in the corner, I suddenly felt something and wanted to chant a poem.

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone, far away..."

"Come on, let's go in!"

Before Ling Qingchen could finish reading the poem, Ning Qingxue took Xiao Miaomiao's little hand.

Pulled Xiao Miaomiao into the room.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

My poetry is not finished yet!

Just... just leave?

I finally found a place where I can apply the poems I have memorized. Is it easy for me?

You didn't even give me a chance to finish reading the poem?

"Nephew, your poetry is wonderful!

I don't know what the next few sentences are? "

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi thought carefully about the poems Ling Qingchen read, and asked anxiously.

The artistic conception of this poem and the meaning it wants to express are all the best choices.

Ling Qingchen stopped abruptly in the middle of reading, for a culture-loving person like him.

Obviously a torment.

It's like reading a novel, seeing the sex period, and suddenly disappearing.

It makes people want to send blades to the author!

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I read this poem to my fiancée.

Not for you to read.

Want to plagiarize the fruits of my labor?Don't think about it!

"When asked from a distance, the reverse is like water, and it is easy to see through the big spring green."

Ling Qingchen said softly.

"This... my nephew, how do I feel, the artistic conception expressed in the last two sentences.

It seems to be a little inconsistent with the previous artistic conception, right? "

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi carefully recited the poems that Ling Qingchen read, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Have you met someone who understands poetry?

Practitioners also love learning so much?

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"go in!

I'll help you watch outside the room.

No one will be given a chance. "

Ning Qingxue waved her hand coldly and said.

If it weren't for the fear of the traitor, he would sneak in and take a peek.

She is too lazy to be Xiao Miaomiao's bodyguard!

A mere foundation-building cultivator will die if he dies.

"Okay, then I will trouble the seniors!"

As if feeling that Ning Qingxue didn't want to see her, Xiao Miaomiao nodded obediently.

Then he opened the bathroom door.

"Shh."

Accompanied by the sound of rustling.

Ning Qingxue took out a romance novel from the storage ring and read it.

The expression is relaxed and comfortable.

No matter how strong the soul is, with her, it is just a matter of a sword.

outside the hospital

"Xiaochen, is the method you said really useful?"

Ling Jueding took out a set of tea sets from the storage ring, and asked while making tea.

"Should it work?"

Ling Qingchen took a sip of tea, nodded and said.

This template is used by many protagonists.

Shouldn't be a problem.

"In-law, if my daughter's qualifications return to normal.

According to the agreement just now, our marriage contract needs to be maintained for another 50 years.

In-laws, do you have any opinion? "

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at Ling Jueding and asked.

In his opinion, Ling Qingchen can have such a strong master, this is a thick thigh!

Hold it, no loss.

"I don't have any opinion, but I don't know much about Master Xiaochen."

Ling Jueding shook his head lightly and said.

Middle-aged man in Tsing Yi: "..."

"Xiaochen, I don't know what is the relationship between you and your master?

To what extent has it developed? "

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at Ling Qingchen and asked.