She introduced to Ming Jingxuan one by one, and every word was full of sincerity.

But Ming Jingxuan's thoughts were not on the sachet, and his eyes fell on her. She was so innocent and innocent, and so pure and beautiful. Looking at her, he couldn't take his eyes away for a long time.

She has traveled all over the capital since she was a child and has seen countless things. In these eighteen years of life, she is the only one who can keep his indifferent nature attentiveness on him.

He has seen countless people in his life. Among the people he sees, there is only Song Qinglian who is truly pure and understanding. Perhaps he has witnessed countless human feelings and warmth, and only her sincere and pure can truly touch his heart.

Song Qinglian introduced the style of the sachet one by one, but Ming Jingxuan was still in a daze.

"Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan?"

"ah?"

He came back to his senses amid Song Qinglian's call, but when he saw Song Qinglian looking at him in surprise, he couldn't help but be surprised.)

Song Qinglian looked at him and was a little surprised: "Brother Xuan, what are you thinking? I called you several times and you didn't respond."

"I..." He came back to his senses, sorted out his expression, calmed down the turmoil in his heart: "No... nothing, I was thinking, the sachet you embroidered is so beautiful."

For some reason, I never feared a squat in front of thousands of spectators, but when I faced the little girl Song Qinglian, I was so panicked.

Even after tidying up his expression, the panic on his face could not hide immediately.

Song Qinglian saw his expression, but for some reason he was panicked, so she whispered to worry, "Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you, you're always absent-minded, it's because you're too busy and tired recently."

"I heard from your junior brother that you have been busy with various performances recently, and I guess you are very tired."

"Ah...yes." Since Song Qinglian mentioned it, he followed Song Qinglian's words: "Minghuitang has been arranged for several performances recently, many of which are my venues, so I have been busy with performances and trials these days."

"Oh, no wonder." Song Qinglian nodded, "No wonder you haven't been to Baishan Road to get sachets these days, and I haven't heard anything about you. It turns out that you are so busy."

"You have not come to me to get sachets for the past ten days, and I have no news about you. I am really worried about you, so I came here to find you."

The microwaves in Ming Jingxuan's heart rippled gently. I have been thinking about her, but it turns out that she is also thinking about herself. Although I haven't met these days, I have always been caring about each other in a sympathetic way.

This girl who is as holy as a lotus is always so sincere. People in the world praise him Mr. Xuan because of his fame and talent. And the only one who truly understands him and cares about him is Song Qinglian in front of him.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised and he looked at her, "It turns out that you have been caring about me these days."

Song Qinglian also smiled lightly, and a light layer of autumn water flowed in pure eyes: "Brother Xuan treats Qinglian so well, of course Qinglian cares about Brother Xuan. Moreover, isn't Brother Xuan also cares about Qinglian?"

The eyes of each other gathered into a gentle glow, permeating the fragrance of a room. All the sincere friendship between each other is indescribable.

Suddenly, a cold air came to her face, and Song Qinglian couldn't help but shivered. In the early spring, she felt a little cold, and she didn't feel a chill on her body.

Seeing this, Ming Jingxuan hurriedly concerned: "What's wrong with Sister Qinglian, are you cold?"

"No, I'm not cold." Song Qinglian denied it, unwilling to let Ming Jingxuan worry about her.

Ming Jingxuan refused to give up, his eyes were full of worry, and he quickly took out the coat and put it on Song Qinglian's shoulder. "Now the cold has not yet dissipated, and the room is airy again. You should wear this clothes to keep the cold. If you are exposed to the cold here, I will definitely feel sorry for it."

Song Qinglian watched Ming Jingxuan carefully put the coat on her. This time she did not refuse. The warmth involuntarily spread her entire heart.

She smiled slightly: "Thank you, Brother Xuan."

"Sixth Brother, sixth Brother!" Suddenly, a slender woman's voice came from outside the house.

Ming Jingxuan and Song Qinglian looked towards the door at the same time, and saw Yao Zhiyun wearing a pink floral dress and holding a bouquet of roses in her hand, and ran in frenzy.

She ran and sweated heavily, holding the table, and gasping, she said to Ming Jingxuan: "Sixth Brother, why are you... why are you here? You are not practicing your throat in the back garden. I have been looking for you for a long time before I found you."

Seeing her breaking in so recklessly, Ming Jingxuan felt a little unhappy and frowned: "Xiaojiu, if you don't practice your throat properly, why are you here to come?"

Yao Zhiyun raised her lips and said nothing, "I just sang so many times. What's there to practice? And you haven't practiced yourself, so you said to me."

As she said that, she handed the bouquet of roses in her hand to Ming Jingxuan and presented it to him, and smiled cutely, "Senior Brother Six, look, is this bouquet of flowers beautiful? I'll give it to you."

However, Ming Jingxuan was not surprised by her little thoughts. When she saw the rose, she immediately looked stern, "What the hell are you doing? Where did the rose come from?"

Yao Zhiyun replied, "I picked it among the flowers in the back garden!"

After hearing her words, Ming Jingxuan became even more displeased. He frowned and retorted a few words: "Didn't you tell you that the roses planted in the back garden are not allowed to be touched casually? What I said to you, you have heard what you said, and when will you make a fool of yourself?"

Ming Jingxuan just rebuked lightly, his tone was not too strong, but Yao Zhiyun still felt wronged and pouted, her face full of dissatisfaction, "Sixth Brother, why are you doing this? I picked this rose for you, isn't it just to make you happy?"

"Make me happy?" Ming Jingxuan sighed, helpless: "If you want me to be happy, please save me some worry. How many times have I told you that the roses in the garden are not easy to bloom, so you don't touch them."

"You have heard what I said to you. You picked the roses that I finally bloomed out like this. You said that I am happy. Do you think my words are in front of you?"

Chapter completed!