Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Lin Langyin nodded and said nothing.

Sansan is a very clear-minded person, so she can just say yes.

Besides, I should repay him for saving my life six years ago.

At least for Lin Langyin, Quan Yu is a person she thinks highly of and respects.

Lin Langyin laughed out loud when she thought of something.

Cui Sanning turned around: "Why are you laughing?"

Lin Langyin said with a smile: "I was wondering if that girl Jiang Xiannan would smash my filter to pieces."

Cui Sanning looked forward and said softly, "No, you are fine, and so is she."

One is free and enthusiastic, the other is frank and naive.

Lin Lang was stunned: "Tell me, how good I am!"

Cui Sangning looked in front of him: "I Juejun, a beautiful tree in the Yaolin forest, a foreign object in the dust."

Lin Langyin clicked his tongue: "Explain explain."

Cui Sanning smiled happily: "In my eyes, you are a buling buling."

Sparkling, she has been her little sun since she was a child.

Lin Langyin shook his head and pretended to be calm: "Just... barely pass."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

Kowloon Mansion Villa.

Jiang Xiannan came out of the shower, opened Lin Langyin's circle of friends, and rolled on the bed excitedly.

She wanted to see what pictures of gods she had never seen in her idol’s circle of friends.

then……

Article 1: Urgent! Slap your ass, I'm urging you to become a ghost!

Article 2: Do you blame me for filming like this? I blame you for being so tall!

Article 3: I don’t want to take this broken photo for a day!

The fourth, slightly more normal one is a photo with Sister Sang Ning: Baby Tie Tie!

The fifth article is a screenshot of a chat in a WeChat group called "Fairy Breeding Base". One of the members is circled with the text: A pig accidentally entered the Fairy Base.

Jiang Xiannan counted the time and found that starting from the third article was crazy literature after work.

Before that it was still normal.

Jiang Xiannan’s idol filter is almost broken

With a sad face, he climbed out of bed with his cell phone in hand, ran to the study door in his slippers, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Quan Yu's calm voice came from inside.

Jiang Xiannan opened the door and stood at the door with a sad face: "Uncle, I'm depressed."

Quan Yu didn't even raise his head and continued to look at the computer: "Let's rest tonight and ask Assistant Liu to take you to see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

Jiang Xiannan: "I want to tell my mother that you abused me."

Quan Yu finally raised his head and pinched the bridge of his nose: "Didn't your life feel happy just now? What will happen now?"

Jiang Xiannan told him what had happened, and after he was done, he cried: "My idol's filter is shattered on the floor."

Quan Yu said: "Don't like her anymore?"

"I like it! She is so handsome!" Jiang Xiannan said immediately

Quan Yu glanced at her lightly: "Get out."

Jiang Xiannan refused to go away and ran to the desk and sat down: "Oh, I just can't accept that she is different from what I thought."

Quan Yu leaned back on his seat, crossed his legs and looked at Jiang Xiannan and said: "Nannan, if you like someone, admire her talent, character or personality, beautify it because you like it, with your subjective consciousness. .”

"Has she ever admitted that she is who you think she is?"

Jiang Xiannan shook his head.

Quan Yu sat up straight and continued to look through the files on the computer while saying slowly: "You like her just means you like her."

"But she is free within the boundaries of law and morality."

Jiang Xiannan lay on the table and said nothing. Quan Yu glanced at her: "Do you understand?"

Jiang Xiannan nodded.

"Go away." Quan Yu slightly raised his chin and pointed at the door.

"Oh." Jiang Xiannan left the study with his cell phone in his arms and closed the door before realizing: "Uncle, can you speak properly."

The corner of Quan Yu's mouth rose: "I wanted to throw you out on the first day you came here. You can still stay here. You have a bedroom. I am already very good to you. You must learn to be content as a human being."

Jiang Xiannan thought about it, too.

Aunt Zhang happened to pass by the door. She smiled and said, "Nan Nan, your grandpa can't even stay here for one night. You just have to be content."

Jiang Xiannan...

Well, I reluctantly forgive you.

Not long after, Jiang Xiannan started school.

On the first day, Quan Yu sent her to the school gate and told her, "I don't have time to pick you up and drop you off every day, so I'll assign you a new driver."

"Call him after class."

Jiang Xiannan nodded, turned around and left.

Quan Yu said again: "Call me if you need anything."

She turned her back to him and gestured OK, without even turning her head.

"Go back to the company." Quan Yu spoke after seeing her enter the school.

Assistant Liu on the co-pilot handed over the tablet: "Mr. Quan, you asked me to choose a new calligraphy and painting for Mr. Quan. I sorted this out. Take a look."

Quan Yu lowered his eyes and looked at it, but he put it aside after just two glances: "Let it go now, and I will give you an answer later."

He doesn't know much about these things, he only knows the basics. When the time comes, he will ask Duan Si. He knows a lot. If you ask him to pick one, he will never make a mistake, lest he be held captive by the old man.

Assistant Liu nodded.

In the evening, when Quan Yu returned to the villa, he saw Jiang Xiannan kneeling on the ground on the coffee table in front of the TV, facing the computer, ready for action without blinking an eye.

Quan Yu held the water and walked over with the tablet given to him by Assistant Liu: "What's the method?"

Jiang Xiannan didn't even look at him: "Stop class, don't disturb me."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and Quan Yu sat on the sofa nearby without even turning on the TV.

After a while, wild shouts echoed through the villa, and Aunt Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, came out with a kitchen knife.

"I got it! I got it!"

Quan Yu frowned and warned: "Jiang Xiannan, keep your voice down."

Jiang Xiannan got up from the ground holding the computer and sat next to Quan Yu: "Uncle, do you know whose class I took?"

"Sister Sang Ning's."

This name was like a special signal. Quan Yu's originally indifferent eyes suddenly became interested and he looked at the computer screen.

An elective course on cultural relic restoration, the teacher named Ji Rumei was listed above.

He remembered that day she said her master was going on a business trip.

Next to him, Jiang Xiannan chattered non-stop: "Professor Ji is going on a business trip to Tibet, and Sister Sang Ning will teach this semester."

"You don't know, everyone went crazy as soon as the news came out!"

"That was Professor Ji's only closed disciple. He turned down many offers from well-known museums and universities and chose to start his own business."

Holding the computer sillyly: "Fortunately, I grabbed it."

After speaking, he patted Quan Yu on the shoulder: "The network at home is good, and you have a share of the credit."

Quan Yu suddenly thought of something and took the tablet into the study upstairs.

He dialed Assistant Liu's phone number in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

After being connected, he asked: "Can Xiangse Studio provide door-to-door repairs?"

Assistant Liu checked and said: "Yes, it is the studio's rule not to handle cultural relics outside the home for customers. Customers have always delivered cultural relics to their door in person, or restorers have come to repair them, but they will never take them out of the studio."

He reminded: "The premise is that the customer has complete repair equipment."

Quan Yu looked at the night: "Then you take care of it."