My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"I say--"

Gong Ming raised his volume, his tone was slightly stronger, and the power accumulated over the years was gone in a flash, but soon he lowered his voice again, shook his head with his head down, and waved his hands at her.

"Go play your game."

"..."

The white-haired girl bit her lip and fell silent. After hesitating for a moment, she finally turned around and walked out the door.

"Qiana..." But just as she walked to the door and was about to go out, she suddenly heard Gong Ming's voice from behind, calling her out.

"Mr. Gong Ming, what's the matter?" Qiyana, who was already uneasy, turned around in a panic and looked at the man behind her.

However, the man hesitated again, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

"Gong Ming... Teacher?" His expression became thoughtful, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head and smiled slightly at Qiyana.

"It's okay, you go first."

"... Oh." The white-haired girl responded softly.He hesitated and walked out the door.

The office fell silent.

"……Ah."

The man looked at the empty door as the white-haired girl left, and leaned back on the chair behind him as if his spine had been removed.Fell into a long silence.until……

A plain white hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and purple petals fluttered down in the surrounding void.

"You know what?" He didn't look back at the girl standing behind him.Just looking at the empty door in front of him, he said in a low, whispering voice.

In the voice, there were three parts sad, three parts self-deprecating, three parts confused, and a hidden deep bitterness.

"Actually, if you think about it seriously, Kiyana should call me... grandpa."

The hand on his shoulder became stiff quietly.

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Chapter 210 The Birth of Kiyana

"Actually, if you think about it seriously, Kiyana should call me... grandpa."

The hand on his shoulder became stiff quietly.

"Actually, I was going to give her the money. I had already prepared the card and put it there waiting for her to ask for it. After all, it is my own child. If she asks for money, I can't let her starve to death, right? "

Gong Ming said blankly in his eyes, as if he was speaking to the girl behind him, or as if he was speaking to himself.

"But... I was planning to teach her a lesson. After all, for such a young child, what is it to spend money like this? She is only 17 years old, and she is still six months away from becoming an adult. I should Teach her to be frugal. Isn't it?"

"..."

"I originally thought so, but as I said it..." His expression became mocking, and his hands on the table began to clenched.

"But I can't say it."

"Why can't you tell me?" the girl with purple hair said softly behind her. "You just mentioned...Grandpa, did you think of her mother?"

"Cecilia? No, no..." He lowered his head and covered his face. "Although she is really similar to Cecilia... But Cecilia is a very good child, very sensible, and very clingy to me. She has never had any pocket money, and she has everything she needs. Tell me directly that she never left me when she was growing up, and we were always together until..."

He fell silent suddenly, and then changed the subject with a pale face.

"I originally wanted to teach Qiyana a lesson. I prepared everything. The bank card was already there, and the content I wanted to say had already been drafted. I calmly waited for her to come to the door. Put on a heartbroken posture, move her affectionately, and make sense of it. Teach that stupid girl a lesson, and then watch her go out with a card. It seems that she will still refuse to change after repeated admonitions, but in fact she has already given her Scolding] This message was sent to her subconscious mind."

After he finished speaking, he first smiled, then shook his head with a smile

"That's what I thought, and that's how I arranged it. I've already prepared the script, and I'm just waiting for our little Qiyana to be in place."

"But when I really wanted to say these words, I suddenly realized a problem."

Gong Ming frowned, showing a pensive expression.

"If it's just spending money, if it's just spending on this kind of thing, why should I care about her?"

Behind him, Xier blinked her eyes, but didn't understand what he meant.

"It is true that saving is a good thing, and waste is not worth advocating, but...that is Cecilia's daughter, and that is my... granddaughter of Nicholas."

He clenched his fists.

"So what if it's wasteful? So what if it's extravagant? Is the Shaniat family not rich enough or I, Nicholas, can no longer pick up a sword? What can I do?"

"What nonsense responsibility, what inherited the glory of Shaniat, what Kaslana's surname! The Shaniat family's wealth is all over the world, no one can match it, and it has supported the destiny for 500 years. I, Nicholas, for this world After fighting for 500 years and saving countless lives, even if she, Qiyana, is extravagant, what is it?"

"..." Xi'er stopped talking, just patted his back, trying to appease the soul that suddenly became angry.

"...I'm very good at talking big things." He was silent for a moment, the power brought by his anger seemed to be slowly fading from his body because of the girl's comfort, replaced by something that seemed to emerge from the deepest part of his body. tired.

"What about [the world is already at a critical moment], what about [this dying world requires the sacrifice of capable people]... I am very good at persuading people, especially myself, after all... If If I wasn't proficient in persuading myself, I might not be able to persist in this step..."

The corner of his mouth hooked up, he raised his hand, grabbed Xier's white hand, and covered his face, trying to cover up the bitter expression on that face.

"But... this question... I really can't convince myself..."