Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I am the Zhang Family Holy Infant

"No."

"Qingyu, don't be so stingy."

"Otherwise I will call you Master in front of Zhang Qiling. If he gets jealous, you will be the one who has a headache."

Lin Qingyu glanced at him and smiled.

"He has lost his memory now. Moreover, even if he has memory now, are you sure he won't kill you first?"

Lin Qingyu asked back, and when he saw that Hei Xia Zi had shut up, he continued.

"Besides, I just promised Xiaohua that I would help him teach you a lesson, and then you turned around and took my peach wine to find him. What do you think he would think?"

Hei Xia Zi thought about it and felt that he would be accused of "bullying the elderly" again.

"Well... forget it. Alas, the road to chasing a wife is long."

"That doesn't seem to be your wife."

Lin Qingyu, who was standing by, didn't mind the trouble and stabbed Hei Xia Zi with a knife again, but still gave him a suggestion.

"You can try to find a common topic with him."

"for example?"

After hearing this, Hei Xia Zi immediately came back to life and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes. Lin Qingyu held his forehead helplessly.

"For example, singing opera, but you don't seem to understand this, so tell him something that interests him."

"what's up?"

Lin Qingyun took the fan and hit Hei Xia Zi hard on the head.

"Think about it yourself. You've been with him for so long, don't you know it yourself?"

...

In the end, Hei Xia Zi covered his head and walked out of the alley dejectedly, and Lin Qingyu also returned to his mansion.

In the next few days, he went to see plays and drank tea during the day, and at night he practiced what he had learned before to prevent himself from forgetting it.

After Jie Yuchen finished singing that day, Lin Qingyu patted Jie Yuchen on the shoulder and said.

"Xiaohua, I'm going to go to the barracks tomorrow. When I come back, I'd like to perform on the same stage with you. How about that?"

"Okay, what's the show?"

Although Jie Yuchen was somewhat reluctant, he still nodded and turned his attention back to the play.

“…Let’s talk about it when I come back.”

"it is good."

...

Before Lin Qingyu returned to the mansion, he saw a group of people standing at the door. Leading the group was a girl with a high ponytail, followed by a group of foreigners. When the girl saw him, she immediately came over and said.

"Hello, are you Lin Qingyu, Mr. Lin?"

"I am. Just tell me what you have to say."

The girl bowed to him and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin. My name is An Ning. I am here to invite you to an underwater tomb in the South China Sea on behalf of our boss, Jude Kao. Are you interested?"

Aning said this respectfully, fearing that she would upset the person in front of her, and Lin Qingyu replied nonchalantly while playing with her fan.

"You can ask me to go, but you may not be able to afford the price."

"I wonder how much you want?"

"Two hundred million. If you can't make the decision yourself, you can ask the person in your headset, right, Jude Kao?"

After saying this, Lin Qingyu didn't care how ugly those people's faces were, and continued to play with the fan in her hand. However, Aning felt that the person in front of him was a little impatient. In the end, Qiu Dekao agreed to the price and let Aning give him the money.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

After Lin Qingyu finished speaking, he walked into his mansion. After closing the door, he exerted some force with his hand, and the card broke with a "click". Lin Qingyu took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands. He was not short of that little money. A set of cups in his mansion cost two or three hundred million. He only went there because the little guy would go there. Oh, it seemed that Wuxie would go there too.

...

The next morning, Lin Qingyu changed into a red ancient costume, and there was a water-repellent bead inlaid on the collar of the costume.

Lin Qingyu took two more and hid them in her sleeves, just in case. After all, Wu Xie was too weak, and she also had to prepare for her own little guy. After all, he was her own, and if she didn't feel sorry for him, who else would?

...