This is an old woman who is thousands of years old. She is a junior, so no colleague cares about her.

Seeing the second master's neurotic twist, Ling Ye really couldn't understand it.

Forget it, the second master will do whatever he wants. Just find something for him to do so that he has no time to think about leaving and do whatever he loves.

Ling Ye's face returned to its original cold look, and there was a faint smile on his lips: "Since that's the case, you can arrange it yourself, and I'll go to the first floor first."

"Hey, don't leave now," Erye stopped her again, "You just said that the scholar has always been responsible for this place, but he has always been with me. How can he be responsible for this place?"

Ling Ye was slightly surprised. Why did the second master be so good at focusing on the key points?

"This...you don't allow others to find a part-time job?"

Second Master sneer, looking for a part-time job? You are really good at talking.

"He has a friendship with me, and it's understandable to do something for me. Second Master should know how to use it, right?"

The second master curled his lips and said nothing. He asked you to say everything. What did he say?

"Let's go."

Seeing Ling Ye's back disappear, the second master was indignant. How could he become more and more cowardly as he lives!

"Soul scholar, come out to work quickly!" The second master shouted at the bookshelf opposite with a very bad temper.

Don't think he doesn't know that this dead scholar would hide behind the bookshelf to watch the show as soon as he entered the door.

Seeing that the second master was in a bad mood, the sour scholar quickly appeared in front of him.

"Second Master, go here, you can take a break first. If you have any questions, just tell me to do it."

The sour scholar felt so distressed. He was busy enough to ask him to sort out these files, but why did such a master come again, and he still had to serve him carefully?

"I won't stop," the second master shook away the scholar, "Hurry up and tell me what to do, I want to work!"

The scholar widened his eyes in surprise, "The second master is not sick, right?"

"What are you looking at? Do you want to be lazy?"

What kind of eyes does the dead scholar dare to doubt his master!

"No, no," the scholar quickly lowered his head and waved his hand, his chin almost poked into his chest, "Second Master, please find a place to sit first, I'll clean up the place for you now."

After saying this, the scholar hurriedly packed the table and tidied everything, for fear that something would make the second master angry.

The door of Xiangshi is already open downstairs, but there are really not many people visiting the museum.

Uncle Chang was knowledgeable and knew everything. He could tell some reasons, which was a good support for Fang Xiang.

After a leisurely morning, he saw that lunch time was about to come, and the sour scholar wanted to speak but stopped. Seeing that the second master kept writing, he didn't have the courage to call him.

The sour scholar was in a dilemma, and the knock on the door rang, "Du thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu

Ling Ye was coming in. As soon as she entered the door, she was slightly surprised. Ling Ye was even more surprised when she saw the Erye’s desk piled up with books and books and the bitter face of the scholar beside him.

Second Master is really... quite hardworking. She thought that after she left, Second Master would ask the scholar to do it for him.

After all, these things are boring, otherwise she and Ren Xi would not have pushed them to the scholar.

Ling Ye walked to the table and said to the second master who was working hard: "Second Master, it's time for you to cook with Uncle Chang, otherwise we will go hungry at noon."

Cooking? Today is going to start with him and that old man?

"Where is the old man?" The second master put down the paper and pen, got up and walked out while tidying up his clothes.

"Uncle Chang is waiting for you in the backyard."

Ling Ye followed the second master, thinking about helping him later.

Both Wang and Erye are all "have what they can and cannot", and cooking is their "can't".

Who would have thought that the second master turned around and almost hit her, Ling Ye quickly took two steps back.

"I'm sorry, Second Master, I'm sorry, Ling Ye didn't do it on purpose."

Ling Ye lowered his curse in annoyance. He hadn't made such a low-level mistake for many years.

When the King of Hades was still in the underworld, she had no eyes on her forehead and hit the King's chest. At that time, the King's eyes looked as if he was about to throw her into the River of Injustice, which was extremely scary.

Because of his criminal record, Ling Ye subconsciously did not dare to look up at Erye this time, so he missed the inquiry expression on Erye's face.

"It's okay, I'll just go find the old man by myself, you can do it."

Dong Lingye seems to be afraid of him?

Why? It’s obvious that I’m more afraid of her.
Chapter completed!