My Boss, the White-haired Nun

The purple-haired girl suspended in mid-air bit her lips, looked at the scene in front of her, fell silent for a moment, and nodded slightly.

She floated down from mid-air, and gently hugged Bunonia's waist from behind.

The girl who was still sobbing in his arms stopped suddenly.

"How should I put it..." Gong Ming spoke softly, but after speaking, he fell silent again. After hesitating for a moment, he reorganized his words and said.

"Does Bunonia understand... Xier's current state? What kind of situation is Xier in?"

"I don't understand..." The girl raised her small face from the man's arms. The originally delicate face was now crying pear blossoms with rain, her eyes had turned red, and she said while choking.

"Oh, look at you crying..."

Gong Ming wiped away the tears that kept overflowing from the girl's eyes full of distress, before continuing after a while.

"If we met at the beginning... it was actually because of the mutual induction between the Pseudo-Herserschers..."

The room fell silent. The man calmly told the story that seemed to be too long now. His tone was very slow and light. When he spoke, he didn't seem to be defending himself, but rather He just simply shared his life with the girl in his arms.

He is very good at telling stories. In the past, he has told many, many different stories to many, many different people. Some of those stories have faded with time. It has been sealed in history and will never be mentioned again.Some stories have been polished by time, spread among more and more people, mutated, and eventually become stories that have almost nothing to do with his original intention.

If a person lives—even if he does not live for such a long time like this man, he will always encounter some problems that belong to him in the end.Some of these questions are interesting, while others are frustrating.But in the end it becomes a life experience.

Time, also in his narration, gradually passed by.

……

"About the situation, that's what it looks like."

I don't know when he was already lying under the quilt, and Gong Ming, whose lower body was covered by the snow-white quilt, chuckled and looked at the two little loli who were lying on the other side of the bed, constantly writing and drawing in the same notebook, A faint smile appeared on his face.

In his sight, there are two girls together, but since they can't see each other, they can't hear each other, so they can only communicate with each other in this way.

It's not that Gong Ming didn't propose to let Xier reunite with Bunonia in this way, but Xier refused in the end.

She was a little afraid, a little hesitant, as if she was waiting for something, or she herself was sitting and preparing for something.

"Then...since there is a way to make Xi'er appear like this...is there a way...to make Bunonia see Xi'er!"

Bunonia looked at Gong Ming seriously. It was the first time that Gong Ming saw such a clear expression of expectation on this face.

"For now, not yet..." However, after a moment of silence, Gong Ming shook his head and said softly.

"Is that so..."

"Well, that's it."

Take two days off for exam

In my words...in the last 3 days, there have been 3 consecutive professional courses...There is really no way.

I will make up for the update of the past few days after I finish the exam.

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第230六章 正宫查房

"Crack-"

In the early morning of the next day, with an extremely slight sound of opening the door, the door of the room opened quietly, and a small head with long black hair sneaked in from the door, and looked into the door quietly.

However, to her surprise, the man who was sleeping besides her had already woken up. He was sitting on the bed covered with a white quilt from the waist down, holding a book and reading. When the door rang, she looked over from the bed, and when she saw the person coming, she showed a faint smile.

At this moment, the summer morning sun shone in through the gauze curtains from the window, and faintly fell on the room. There was a pure white and clear light, which shone on the side face of the man, illuminating all the fine fluff on his face. It's so clear, it seems to have a faint golden edge in the morning light.

This man is very good-looking, especially when he doesn't deliberately make his face look serious and serious—or, in other words, when he shows a plain homely state, then you will find those facial expressions on his face. The lines that always look resolute and straight on weekdays are actually gentle curves when they are relaxed. The lip color is light and thin, with just the right thickness unique to Asians. It does not appear mean, nor is it too thick. attention.

There is always a slight fatigue between the eyebrows and eyes of this man, and the whole person's demeanor is softened because of this fatigue.And those golden eyes that should have been dazzling and hot also seemed calm because they were always squinting slightly, and the color was almost brown in the shadow brought by the squinting.The corners of the eyes were narrowed to show no intention of smiling, sad or anything else, but gentle and peaceful.Just like the temperament of this person, apologetic and gentle, like a compound that has been accumulated for hundreds of years in the wind and rain, all the water chestnuts have been polished by the wind and rain, and every brick and tile has fallen with time. There are light and clear scars, but there are golden chrysanthemums blooming in the wall courtyard, finally revealing a leisurely and peaceful charm.

In Leiden Mei's eyes, this should have been quite an eye-catching scene, especially when the man was holding a book and smiling at her—if it wasn't for the one huddled under the quilt next to his leg showing a little carrot head .

Rarely, Leiden Mei felt a little bit of resentment in her heart, bit her lips lightly, and looked at the quiet girl curled up into a small ball next to the man's waist, with a complicated expression on her face.

"Bronia hasn't woken up yet." Gong Ming looked at the girl next to him when Lei Dian Mei entered the door, and said softly as if he had misunderstood the girl's meaning.

"You came early."

"I'm not here to find Bunonia..." However, the black-haired girl shook her head when she heard the words, denying his words.Stepping lightly, she walked to the bed next to Gong Ming and sat down, looking a little helpless. "I'm here to find you."

"Huh? You came to see me?" Gong Ming seemed to understand the worry of the girl in front of him, so he smiled softly and asked, "Why, are you afraid that I will make a mistake?"

"Yesterday, Kiyana and I went into the room." However, the girl did not answer his question directly.Instead, after a moment of silence, he expressed his concerns in a more euphemistic way.

"I just found out that the double rooms in this hotel are all one, and it's something special..." When she said this, her expression was somewhat complicated. "I wanted to come here at that time, but it was very late at that time, and then Qiyana saw that there was only one bed, as if she had taken a stimulant..."

In Gong Ming's eyes, this girl, who was always gentle, pouts her lips cutely like a child, with a face full of grievances. "Obviously after opening the rooms, it would be fine to change the rooms they live in. Why do you have to live in the order in which the rooms were opened?"

"Okay, okay." Gong Ming put down the book in his hand with a chuckle, stroked the girl's hair, and whispered. "Don't be angry, Bronya is still resting, it would be bad if you disturbed her."

"Yes, yes, is it okay that your Buonia is the cutest?" The black-haired girl gave him a white look and said. "Anyway, I'm a poor ghost that no one wants. I deserve to be robbed of my boyfriend. I can't say anything. If I say it, it will make people think I'm stingy..."

When she said this, her voice was low and her face was full of grievances. In the sight of the man, she knew the child who had been robbed of candy.

"Why, are you jealous?" The smile on the man's face became more and more teasing.

"Hmph..." The girl snorted softly and ignored him.

"You, why are you so angry with a child?" Gong Ming shook his head amusedly, and raised his hand to scratch her little nose. "How old are you, don't be ashamed."