My Taoist Temple is trending again

After hanging up the phone, Song Jue looked helplessly at the four beautiful young men who surrounded him courteously, and asked him if he needed help with packing, washing, bathing and so on.

Song Jue had rejection written all over his body, simply replied that he didn't need it, and then quickly drove these people away.

But they didn't give up, the next day Song Jue just woke up, those four people came again, actively preparing to take care of Song Jue.

Song Jue couldn't stand them, and continued to refuse with a gloomy face: "No, I can do my daily life by myself. I don't like to have too much contact with people."

The young man standing at the front showed an aggrieved look and said, "But, if you do this, we will be punished by the supervisor. We are your exclusive care, how can you let you do everything by yourself?"

His eyes kept blinking, as if he was about to cramp, and his voice was uncomfortable.

Song Jue thought, what's the matter with these people, even if he really can't think about liking men one day, he won't like this.

He was not in the mood to continue to argue with these people, so he said, "Then you clean the room."

After speaking, Song Jue steered the wheelchair to the balcony to read a book and bask in the sun, out of sight.

The four finally found a reason to hang on and started cleaning around Song Jue.

There are many rich people in Yinhe Nursing Home, but there has never been one as high-quality as Song Jue, so those few people literally wrote the words "want to curry favor" on their faces.Find some reason to chat with Song Jue from time to time, and ask about everything—how many people are in the family, how many acres of land per person, how many cows are in the field, I wish you could dig out all eight generations of your ancestors.

Song Jue was so annoyed that Xu Qingmu sent a message.

[Xu Qingmu: Is there any situation now? 】

Song Jue irritatedly took a picture of several people cleaning and sent it.

I don't know if it was because Xu Qingmu didn't know how to use the mobile phone just now or because he hid on the other side of the screen to gloat, and he replied to the message after a long time, four words: You have worked hard.

Song Jue quickly tapped the screen to reply.

[Song Jue: At the beginning, he just asked me to investigate the situation, but he didn't say that he wanted to sell his hue. 】

【Xu Qingmu: You are tired. 】

Song Jue could almost imagine Xu Qingmu snickering on the other side of the screen, spitting out "you" in a strange way, how bad his small appearance was.

Song Jue gritted his teeth for a long time, feeling that he couldn't just suffer like this, so he went back to the past.

[Song Jue: It's not impossible, but it's another price. 】

Song Jue's current situation made Xu Qingmu really happy, so he replied happily.

[Xu Qingmu: You said that you sacrificed too much. 】

[Song Jue: I want to take the chef up the mountain, the food your child cooks is really unpalatable! 】

【Xu Qingmu: You look like a child hugging someone's trouser leg and begging for candy. 】

Song Jue was going to blow up, but Xu Qingmu was considerate and didn't provoke him again today, and came back again.

[Xu Qingmu: OK, but you can only bring one person with you. 】

This little heartless.

Song Jue gritted his teeth, quickly replied and bargained with Xu Qingmu, the two started bickering again, and couldn't stop once they bickered, and quickly passed the day.

They quarreled like this for several days, except that Song Jue was annoyed by those four people, everything was still normal, and Xu Qingmu didn't find anything after visiting Sun Island.

And before coming here, he was worried that Bai Meimei's existence would reveal his identity, so Xu Qingmu temporarily handed him over to Shen Liangcai.

So Xu Qingmu didn't even have a ghost to talk to, and was very bored, so he had to call Song Jue for trouble.

In the end, he accidentally pressed the video call again, and was picked up by Song Jue again.

However, this time, what Xu Qingmu saw on the screen was not the previous four people, but another young man.

This young man was wearing Yinhe's overalls, and compared to the previous few, he could only be considered handsome.But his temperament is very different, clean and gentle, with curved eyebrows and eyes, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Xu Qingmu tilted his head slightly and looked at the young man, but he and Song Jue hadn't spoken yet. The young man smiled slightly and said to Song Jue: "Mr. Song, please talk first, I'll talk to you later .”

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly, exited Song Jue's room, and closed the door considerately.

Xu Qingmu raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile, "Yo~"

Song Jue said gloomyly, "What are you singing rap?"

Xu Qingmu continued to say in that weird tone: "Who is this pretty girl? Her big eyes are watery, so cute."

"The new exclusive nursing care, the previous people were too annoying for me to complain." Song Jue squinted at Xu Qingmu and said, "Can you speak normally?"

Obviously it can't.

Xu Qingmu continued to be ambiguous: "How old are you? You look really young, and I don't know if you are married..."

Song Jue asked, "What do you want to say?"

Xu Qingmu laughed "hehe" and said, "I want to say that there is finally a turning point. It seems that the few people before were just probing, and this is finally getting to the point."

Song Jue's face was completely dark, and he said, "Are you enough?"

"Actually speaking, you are pretty, young and beautiful, with a refined and refined temperament. Although you are okay, but after all, you are still an old leftover man. It's hard to say who will suffer." Xu Qingmu blinked his eyes and made a deliberate look. Seriously, "However, if you can't hold onto the Tao, you will become mentally retarded."

Song Jue didn't say a word for a long time.

Xu Qingmu's tail was about to go up to the sky, and he was about to unilaterally announce his victory, when he saw Song Jue's lips hooked up, and he started to chuckle.

Xu Qingmu thought it was bad and wanted to hang up the phone, but before he had time, Song Jue said, "Are you jealous?"

"..." Xu Qingmu's mouth twitched, "What the hell?"

Song Jue continued slowly: "You don't have to feel a sense of crisis. I don't have any emotional needs right now. If I have any, I will give priority to you. After all, I have already called my wife, so I have to be responsible to you."

Xu Qingmu's face turned cold, and he said, "Do you know that no one has ever dared to talk to me like that."

"Oh." Song Jue chuckled, "It seems that I am quite special to you."

Xu Qingmu was so angry at the thick-skinned old fritters, he jumped up and threatened in a primary school style: "You wait, one day you will be strangled to death."

Song Jue made a counterattack without changing his face: "I'll wait, it's a pig if you don't come."

Then they both fell silent.In today's fight, one thousand enemies were killed and eight hundred were lost. Both sides were so overwhelmed that they lost their san value crazily, and they didn't want to continue the quarrel. At the same time, they let out a cold snort, and then hung up the phone.

Song Jue was quiet for a while, when the door knocked again, and someone outside asked, "Mr. Song, can I come in?"

Song Jue adjusted his expression, said "hmm", the young man just opened the door and walked in, continuing what he hadn't finished at the beginning: "Mr. Song, my name is Meng Anjing, and I am your exclusive nurse. What do you need? You can tell me everything."

Song Jue didn't look at this person carefully just now, but now he looked him up and down, and wanted to fight Xu Qing again.

Where is it young and beautiful, where is it elegant and refined?what aesthetic.

Song Jue turned around and took a book to read by himself, then said casually, "You should clean the room."

Meng Anjing responded and started working neatly.

Compared with the previous few, Meng Anjing was indeed much more sensible, and he didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end. If Song Jue had a call, he would take the initiative to avoid it.He didn't bother Song Jue at all, but he always took care of Song Jue's needs—there was always tea at a suitable temperature in the cup, the air conditioner in the room was always at the most comfortable temperature, and the books he wanted to read were always at hand.

Meng Anjing didn't deliberately get close to Song Jue, but she didn't maintain the cold relationship between employer and employee either.From time to time, he would give Song Jue some not annoying suggestions, for example, pushing him to enjoy the sun in the yard, or recommending books and movies to him.

This person is not annoying at all.

But it doesn't seem like he intends to hook up with Song Jue.

After several days of living in peace and harmony, one afternoon when the weather was fine, Song Jue agreed to Meng Anjing's proposal to push him downstairs to bask in the sun.

Meng Anjing pushed Song Jue and walked along the path beside the island, just in time to enjoy the vast lake view of Sun Lake.

It is indeed very beautiful, but Song Jue's eyes are here, but his mind is thinking about the sunset clouds in Lingyun Mountain, the colorful wild flowers, and those angry quarrels with Xu Qingmu.

Although it seems like he has Stockholm syndrome, Song Jue has to admit that he prefers staying in Lingyun Mountain to being here.

Perhaps, I just want to end these things quickly and go back to heal the problem in my leg.

Song Jue was silent, and Meng Anjing also didn't speak for a long time, until a cool breeze blew by, Meng Anjing said: "Mr. Song, it's a bit cold, let me put a blanket on your lap."

Song Jue responded casually, and Meng Anjing took out a thin blanket from the bag hanging on the back of the wheelchair, walked up to Song Jue and squatted down, covering Song Jue's lap.Then, he took Song Jue's hand and carefully placed it outside the blanket.

When the skin was touched, Song Jue's good impression of this person instantly collapsed. He frowned, and reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand and spray alcohol.

At the moment of action, the eyes of the two met.

Because he was squatting, Meng Anjing could only slightly raise his head to look at Song Jue. The corners of his eyes were drooping slightly, with a little redness, and his black and white eyes were a little helpless and dazed. To sum it up in two words: innocent.

The Song family owns a film and television entertainment company, and he occasionally goes to inspect it, so he has a little understanding of the expression management of artists, and one of the most important is the sense of innocence.

The sense of innocence can confuse fans, make them relax their vigilance, feel affection, and open their wallets without knowing it.

The one in front of him is obviously more talented than many vases, and his innocence and fragility are well grasped.

Song Jue's first reaction was to sign him to make money for himself, but after a while he realized, no, he was hooking up with him.

So, he finally started to act.

It's over.Song Jue thought about it, so he resisted the idea of ​​immediately taking out his hand to disinfect it with alcohol, and faced Meng Anjing with a hypocritical smile that looked like a human being.

Meng Anjing breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Song Jue, then stood up and said, "There is a fallen leaf in your hair."

"..." Song Jue forced a smile, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where?"

Meng Anjing took a step forward, and took the fallen leaf from Song Jue's hair. I don't know if it was intentional, but slowly rubbed his fingers through Song Jue's hair.

Song Jue: ...

No big deal, just wanted to take the head off and sanitize it.

"Okay." Meng Anjing's smile widened, his eyes were pleasingly curved, and he said energetically, "Mr. Song, your hair is really nice, it's black and shiny."

Song Jue responded perfunctorily, "Oh, really?"

Meng Anjing continued to smile with his eyes bent, and then said: "My father is a barber, so I also pay attention to people's hair unconsciously. I am especially attracted to people with good hair."

Song Jue couldn't pretend anymore, and didn't know how to answer, when he suddenly heard a very soft laugh.

Song Jue and Meng Anjing turned their heads at the same time, and saw Xu Qingmu who was sitting in the pavilion not far away, looking at them with his face in his hands.