"Yeah!" Qi Gui nodded repeatedly: "Brother Rong, but the yard is so small, where can there be extra rooms?"

"This," Ling Zhirong's eyes flashed and she said, "Don't worry, I'll go to meet my mother in the afternoon, and I will definitely make arrangements for you. Tonight, you can rest in your boudoir."

Qi Gui looked at Ling Zhirong's pupils with a swearing shimmering, as if his father Ling Yu's throat was sore, Qi Gui tried hard to get himself out of his homesickness: "Thank you! Brother Rong, you are so good!"

Ling Zhirong didn't say much, led Qi back out of the yard of the Weaving Bureau. Before holding her onto the horse, she said specifically: "I'm on the horse."

After saying that, he mentioned her and jumped on the horse's back together.

Qi Gui understood that this must have been when she came just now. She was scared and he would remind him.

On the bright spring noon, the sun shines on people with a little drunkenness, making their thoughts lazy. When they come, the horse trots lightly, but when they go back, the reins in Ling Zhirong's hand are always holding the reins in a faint way, as if they are not in a hurry.

The horse swayed slowly with its steps, without any rush or annoyance, and hugged Qi Gui and sat quietly. When he passed by the most famous Fugui Building in the city, he also bought three of the most famous dishes in the restaurant, put them in the food box, and handed them over to Qi Gui to hold them in his arms, and the two of them went back together.

When I returned to Ling Mansion, I was like I was back to that strange and scary environment where there was no birds growing and no wind blowing.

The food box was already taken into his hand by Ling Zhirong. Even though the sun was shining, Qi Gui was still feeling bleak and was a little scared: "Brother Rong, don't be too far away from me."

Hearing this, Ling Zhirong looked at her, seemed to realize something, and took her hand again and said, "Don't be afraid, the Ling family is not that scary, I'll explain to you later!"

Qi Gui looked up and looked at him without saying a word.

Walking slowly along the exquisite pebbled path, the two of them returned to the courtyard where Murong Chifan lived, and when they looked up, they saw Murong Chifan sitting in the yard with a piano on the long table in front of them. He sat quietly and played the piano, while Ling Churou listened with admiration.

It seems that they do their own things and have no intersection, but in Qi Gui's eyes, they inexplicably feel that they are very compatible.

"Brother Rong, are my elder brother and sister Churou very good match?"

After Qi Gui finished speaking, he couldn't help but remember what Ling Xu said about Qiao Ou and Xiao Tianxing. She smiled and sighed that if Qiao Ou and Xiao Tianxing could live in this era, the ancients liked to kiss each other, which would be the best for them.

Ling Zhirong smiled: "Brother Chifan has always been the son-in-law of his father. It's only a matter of time before they get married."

After the two of them talked, they slowly arrived in front of the house.

Ling Zhirong handed the food box in her hand to Banqiu: "Pick it up and prepare for meals."

"yes!"

Murong Chifan has a habit of playing the piano. No matter what big things happen, as long as one song starts, he will persist until the song is finished!

But when Ling Zhirong came back with Qi Gui all the way, he entered the yard and held hands. He paused his hands, and the last sound trembled twice in the awkward air, completely disillusioned.

"Brother Fan!" Ling Churou stepped forward in surprise: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Murong Chifan shook his head, got up and walked to Qigui, and looked at her calmly: "Will you cause trouble when you go out today?"

Qigui shook his head: "No!"

Ling Zhirong smiled slightly and said, "It's not just that she didn't make trouble, she's just making a great contribution!"

"Oh?" Ling Churou was very curious: "How do you say this?"

Ling Zhirong looked at Qi Gui, then smiled gently and explained the things that happened in the dyeing workshop in detail. After the talk, Murong Chifan looked at Qi Gui's eyes deeper, while Ling Churou looked at her with admiration: "Oh my God, Sister Chi Qing, you are so amazing. The problem that my father and brother can't find, you found it all at once and found a solution! My dear sister, you are so destined to be with our Ling family!"

Ling Zhirong nodded: "Haha, I feel so too."

Seeing Ling Zhirong holding Qi Gui's hand, Murong Chifan frowned: "Zhirong, although Qing'er is young, she is still in a hurry. It's better for men and women to hold on to her like this. It's better for you to hold her like this. The reputation of a girl... is greater than the sky."

It sounds like the brother caring about his sister, but Yidong Yichun, who was cleaning the dining table behind him, understood that their master was jealous!

No matter what kind of woman I have met in recent years, even Ling Churou, his master has never been so special to a woman!

The dishes were served in the bark of summer and half autumn, and after coming out, he called out: "Young master, lunch is ready."

Murong Chifan nodded, took Qi Gui's hand from Ling Zhirong's hand.

For a moment, Qi Gui instinctively resisted.

Because Ling Xu is not here now and is also a backer, Ling Zhirong seems to be safer and more convenient than Murong Chifan!

She frowned, and when her little hand was leaving Ling Zhirong's big hand, she also made a move to keep it and want to catch it!

Ling Zhirong and Murong Chifan saw this action, and they felt it when they touched the three hands!

Murong Chifan's face was completely dark, and his stunning face made him look old!

Ling Zhirong was panicked and quickly looked up at Qi Gui. Seeing that she was also looking at him, the girl's eyes were still full of reluctance. He frowned, his heart was sour and surprised!

Murong Chifan turned into the house with a cold face, pinching Qi Gui's hand, and without taking two steps, Qi Gui's flowery love changed: "Ah, it hurts so much! Big brother!"

Murong Chifan was stunned, and then he realized that his emotions were leaking out and his strength was too strong, which hurt her!

He quickly let go, and Ling Zhirong grabbed her little hand immediately. When he opened it, he saw that the bright red handprints were on the back of Qi Gui's little hand, and they were caught!

Ling Zhirong immediately said unhappy: "Cousin, Qing'er is still young and is from a daughter's house. She is very delicate! She is not as strong as our men and has a strong body. Why can't my cousin be gentler?"

Seeing Qi Gui's little hands shrinking together in pain, Ling Zhirong frowned and leaned over slightly, holding her little hands in the heart of his big palm like a treasure, and blew gently.

That kind of attitude of being a treasure and carefully caring fell into the eyes of the people around you, and his heart was different and his face was different!
Chapter completed!