The law of true fragrance that cannot be escaped

Mr. Chi is old, and Chi Jinxi is too young, so Chi Cenhuo invited a nanny to live in the Taoist temple to take care of the two. Aunt Zhao got up early in the morning, and when she came out of the room, she caught a glimpse of someone standing on the roof A figure, almost screamed out of fright.

When she patted her chest and took a closer look, "Guan, Guanzhu?"

Ronghua lowered his head melancholy, and said hello lazily, "Morning, Aunt Zhao."

"Guan, Guanzhu, what are you doing climbing so high? Be careful not to fall." Aunt Zhao's little heart couldn't stand seeing Ronghua half-legged in the air, stepping on the edge of the eaves.

Rong Hua took a few steps back, waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, don't worry."

Aunt Zhao saw that Ronghua really didn't seem to be busy, so she relaxed and went to make breakfast.

Ronghua's hair hasn't been combed yet, and he couldn't sleep last night. He almost spent the whole night thinking on the roof. He thought that in this world, although Fan Zonghan's soul is the same, it should be a new beginning. Unexpectedly... for his Feelings are also...

Could it be that something happened after he left the last world?

"Still coming down?"

While frowning and thinking about something, Rong Hua heard Fan Zonghan's voice suddenly coming from below.

"Why did you wake up so quickly?" Rong Hua lowered his head in surprise.

Fan Zonghan's face turned dark. Last night he had no way to resist, so Ronghua pointed his finger between his eyebrows and fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning, he noticed something strange on the top of his head. Fortunately, he touched it and found that the hair on his head The silk was tied into a small soaring braid......

If you just go out like this... your reputation will be ruined for the rest of your life!

Thinking of this, Fan Zonghan looked at Ronghua with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Rong Hua just looked back at the hair on the top of his head in disappointment, and grinned at him after looking at each other, "What do you see me doing?"

Unrepentant and with a "bad" attitude.

Fan Zonghan: "..."

What else can he do, he can only sigh worriedly, open his hands to Ronghua, and said in a deep voice, "Come down."

Ronghua pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't move, just looked down at the person with outstretched arms below.

Half of Fan Zonghan's side face was bathed in the morning sun, and the sharp facial lines softened. The eyes he looked at himself always contained inadvertent tenderness, and he cared about his every move...

"Ronghua." Fan Zonghan called out to the people on the roof in a deep voice, his eyes were persistent and determined to win.

"Okay." Ronghua laughed, "You have to pick me up." Then he jumped down.

With his arms finally full, Fan Zonghan slowly stroked Ronghua's soft hair, and said softly, "Go inside, I'll braid you."

"You will?" Ronghua raised his head in doubt.

"Self taught."

In the Fan family, Mrs. Fan looked at Fan Zonghan's assistant suspiciously and curiously, "What did the third child ask you to give?"

Assistant Chen pushed his glasses and said with a smile, "The boss asked me to bring you and my husband the peace charms, nourishing pills, and beauty cream. These things are all refined by the temple master himself. The boss specially asked me to bring them here."

Before Mrs. Fan could speak, Mr. Fan snorted coldly, "What kind of gods and ghosts are unreliable when you hear them. Why didn't he send them over by himself? Does he still live in the Taoist temple?"

Assistant Chen smiled awkwardly, "Yes, sir."

Sure enough, Mr. Fan's expression became even uglier.

Instead, Mrs. Fan asked curiously, "Does the third child in our family want to believe it? What are you talking about, let me take a look."

"Yes, ma'am."

Assistant Chen put the three things away one by one, "The boss said that the husband has not been able to sleep well these days, and the peace charm is specially brought by the boss for the husband, and the beauty cream is your wife's."

"The third child is still caring." Mrs. Fan smiled happily. As if thinking of something, she asked Assistant Chen, "You go to the Taoist temple to get things... have you seen any women with our third child?"

Assistant Chen shook his head in doubt, "Ma'am, there are no women in the Taoist temple."

Of course, Aunt Zhao who took care of Chi Jinxi was definitely not what Mrs. Fan wanted to ask, Assistant Chen naturally shook her head.

"No women?" Mrs. Fan frowned suspiciously. Wasn't the long hair seen in the computer camera last time a woman's?

The voice did not sound like a woman before, but the hair is so long......

"Is there anyone in the Taoist temple with very long hair?" Mrs. Fan asked tentatively again.

Assistant Chen nodded this time, "The master's hair is very long."

"Oh." Mrs. Fan clutched her chest, feeling that she had found something.

Mr. Fan withdrew his eyes fixed on the An Amulet, and looked at his wife in doubt, "Why are you so surprised?"

"What do you know?" Mrs. Fan gave him an angry look, "I told you to talk to my son, and then turned around and left."

I deserve not to know, hum.

Mr. Fan who was scolded for no reason: "..."

"What's the use of just this small piece of wooden sign." Mr. Fan tapped the wooden sign with the An Amulet carved on it with his fingers, "I still think it smells like burning it."

Assistant Chen smiled awkwardly, "The boss said that it's good to put the peace talisman on the bedside or under the pillow, and there's no need to light it."

Mr. Fan stalked, "Don't I know? I mean it's useless and a waste of money!"

Assistant Chen pushed up his glasses in embarrassment and calmly, "Sir, none of these cost money."

Mr. Fan: "..."

"That's even more useless, take it away!"

"Why do you take it away? My son sent it specially, and you have never used it." Mrs. Fan patted his waving hand away.

Mr. Fan covered the back of his hand and insisted on shouting, "I want to sleep well with a broken wooden sign, I might as well take sleeping pills."

Mrs. Fan burst out laughing when she heard it, "Hey, old man, what you said rhymes quite well."

Mr. Fan was choked up by her, turned his back, and didn't bother to argue with menopausal women.

After Assistant Chen left, Mrs. Fan took the three items into the room. The beauty cream was simply packed in emerald green bamboo tubes, which were as high as the palm of your hand.

Mr. Fan leaned against the head of the bed and snorted angrily, "People who don't know think you are taking rice in bamboo tubes."

Mrs. Fan was about to unscrew the cork on the bamboo tube when she heard the words and said to him angrily, "Sleep with you, and I won't talk to you if you wake up in the middle of the night."

"If you don't talk to me, don't talk to me..." Mr. Fan muttered to himself, and he was about to put down his phone and sleep on the mountain and sleep in Sanxi.

"Wait." Mrs. Fan stood up holding the small wooden sign, "Still put the peace talisman under the pillow."

"I don't believe this broken wooden sign can do anything." Although Mr. Fan said so, he still watched Mrs. Fan stuff the wooden sign under his pillow.

"Go to bed early too." Mr. Fan reminded.

"I know, just put on some face cream and go to bed." Mrs. Fan sat back in front of the dressing table, thought about it, and picked up the beauty cream that Fan Zonghan asked someone to deliver today.

The youngest of their family has always been prudent, and it is impossible to ask Assistant Chen to bring things that are not guaranteed, so Mrs. Fan decided to give it a try.

Besides, these are all refined by a temple master, and the effect should be good.

Pull out the small cork, and a pleasant fragrance will waft out instantly, which makes people feel relaxed after smelling it.

The paste inside is light green, and Mrs. Fan dipped some out with her index finger, tried it on the back of her hand first, and then applied it to her face after she felt no discomfort.

"It's refreshing and cool, and quite comfortable." After patting her cheeks, Mrs. Fan put the cork back in, got up and went to bed.

Mr. Fan occupied half of the bed, and was already snoring at some point.

Mrs. Fan was stunned for a moment, "I slept pretty fast today, stubborn old man."

Early the next morning, the sleeping Mr. Fan was awakened by Mrs. Fan's yelling, "Hmm? What's wrong?!"

"Old man, look quickly." Mrs. Fan pulled Mr. Fan to sit up, "Look at my face!"

Mr. Fan frowned and looked at him, "You're dressed up so early in the morning, where do you want to go?"

"I don't dress up well." Madam Fan didn't get angry when she was called smug, but instead asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Mr. Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that his sleep state last night was not only good, it was a peaceful sleep without dreams. Now that he moved his body, he felt relaxed, as if he had slept away the fatigue from yesterday.

"What's going on?" Mr. Fan twisted his body and took out the An Shen Talisman under the pillow, flipping through it repeatedly, "Is it really the function of this broken wooden sign?"

"Otherwise what else could it be?" Madam Fan touched her cheek and told him about using the beauty cream last night.

Mr. Fan still didn't believe it, "You have been paying attention to maintenance before, maybe the effect will suddenly appear today."

Mrs. Fan knew that he was stubborn, so she didn't argue, "If you don't believe me, you use the beauty cream tonight, and I use the peace charm."

Mr. Fan: "Just use it."

So at night, Mr. Fan tossed and couldn't sleep, and wanted his wife to take care of him, but he didn't get any response after poking him a few times. When he woke up the next day, not only did he not have dark circles on his face, but he looked radiant... …

This look... Who can believe that he didn't sleep well last night.

Zhu Qiwei has been staying at the Taoist temple on weekends for several consecutive weeks. His uncle and aunt have always ignored him, and they can deal with it with any excuse, but his uncle's son Yu Mingshun has been targeting him.

When Zhu Qiwei wanted to go out again, Yu Mingshun stopped him, "Cousin, where are you going? Tell my cousin too."

Yu Mingshun's grinning appearance made Zhu Qiwei want to beat someone up.

"It's none of your business." Zhu Qiwei pushed him away impatiently, but was pulled back by Yu Mingshun.

Yu Mingshun's mother, Wang Yanhua, sat on the sofa and shouted, "The two little bastards have something to say to me, don't touch your hands."

"Did you hear that, don't touch my cousin." Yu Mingshun laughed.

Zhu Qiwei glanced at him coldly, "Let go."

Thinking of this cousin acting like a little wolf cub, even daring to beat his father, Yu Mingshun felt bitter, but he was unwilling to ask, "You haven't said where you go every weekend."

"It's none of your business." Zhu Qiwei still said the same thing.

His uncle Yu Gaoqiang said at this time, "Didn't you go to that boy's house in Zhouzhou?"

Yu Mingshun replied, "I didn't go to Zhou Zhou's house at all. I happened to meet Zhou Zhou's mother that day. His mother said that Zhou Zhou also went out every weekend."

Zhu Qiwei raised his eyebrows, "Why, Aunt Zhou didn't tell you what the two of us are doing out there?"

"Zhouzhou's mother said that the two of you are looking for extra-curricular tutoring, do you think I will believe it? Besides, where did you get the money to find extra-curricular tutoring." Yu Mingshun snorted disdainfully.

"It's just free extracurricular tutoring." Zhu Qiwei's mouth twitched, but the words were true.

I thought that I went to Qianren Mountain to relax, and I could also pet cats and have fun all over the mountains and plains, but Ronghua smiled and gave them each a set of real question papers for each subject.

"Brother Jian Bao graduated from a famous university, so if you don't know it, just ask." Ronghua rubbed the heads of the little apprentices one by one, "Good boy, study hard and improve every day."

Zhu Qiwei & Zhou Zhou: "..."

Master, please be a human being.

"Zhu Qiwei, you're still lying!" Yu Mingshun yelled, tearing off Zhu Qiwei's backpack, "I want to see what's inside you..."

The zipper of the backpack was torn open, and it was full of several sets of Chinese, English, physical...

Yu Mingshun: "???"

The author has something to say: Ronghua: Are the test papers enough?Master will buy it if it is not enough.

Zhu Qiwei & Zhou Zhou: Devil!