Chapter 276

She couldn't figure out this question because she and Shi Yuqi had no conflict of interest at all.

As he walked back, Heiji sent her a message and made a guess.

[Boss, I just checked it and found that Shi Yuqi and Feng Xian were in love. You said, would she check you because she treated you as a rival in love?]

[Hehe, I often see women in TV series fighting for men, and they will try every means to investigate her rival. I think this is a big possibility. You have to be careful. Some women are crazy about love. I have also seen people who pour sulfuric acid on the news.]

【Qianmiao: Boring.】

When I returned to my master's door, I heard my master telling her childhood with a smile.

She paused and hesitated, whether to go in.

Sometimes, when I hear others talk about myself in the past, I feel inexplicably ashamed.

"It's time for Eleventh, come in quickly." The master's deep voice came out.

When she walked in, the first thing she saw was Feng Xian.

He looked over completely subconsciously. Coincidentally, he also looked at her, his eyes still as intriguing as before, and it was strange.

It always gives her the illusion that she is sorry for what she did.

She cared so much that she sat on the recliner just now, and ate a branch of grapes from time to time.

In my ears, the master's voice came: "Oh, it's this chair. She was only six years old at that time. She had just arrived in the temple for less than a week and had dismantled half of the things in my house. She was so angry that she slapped her thighs. But her little thing stared at her black grape-like eyes and said to me, "It's okay, I can install it for you immediately!"

The next sentence is that the teacher learned from her tone back then and learned in a very good manner.

In front of his disciples, he did not act like usual, and even claimed to himself, he used "me".

Qianmiao's inexplicable sense of shame came again, and she didn't say anything. She simply turned her head to face the wall, ate grapes by herself, and let them say it.

"Is this chair really her equipped?" Feng Xian asked.

Qianmiao added a picture in his mind: when he asked this, his eyes were facing her.

Thinking of this in her mind, her body reflexed and turned back.

Feng Xian was looking at the master's eyes, not looking at her at all.

Thinking too much ~

Qianmiao curled his lips, turned his head back, and continued to eat grapes.

However, the next second, Feng Xian's eyes returned to her, silent.

The master continued the topic just now and continued: "You have been together for so many days, and you should have understood her, so guess, right?"

The master's eyes had a profound meaning and he looked straight at him.

Looking at Qianmiao, Feng Xian seemed to see a small glutinous rice dumpling in front of him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, using cold tools with ease, and was working hard to assemble a chair several times larger than her. His chubby little face might have been a little dust.

His face was soft and his mouth was tangled: "Yes."

This answer was without any doubt.

Master Songya laughed loudly, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with comfort and joy.

"I have told many people about this. None of them believe it, or they are just skeptical, with the exception of you!"

Feng Xian's voice was warm: "She can always surprise me."

The master smiled again.

Qianmiao was stunned, chewing grapes in his mouth, his face was calm, but suddenly, Feng Xian's words breed something like joy.

She had no special feelings about her abilities before, but this time, she suddenly felt a little proud.

"Nineteen, you have been with her when you were here before. What's the thing that impressed you the most?"
Chapter completed!