She didn't want to sit with him in the office for a long time. She couldn't stretch her arms, not to mention that there was a person sitting next to him who always wanted to kill her. Wow, what a feeling.
Nan Qing simply had a chair brought in, and a new desk was moved to the window.
You can see the long waterfall and the canyon scenery far away from the window. The morning sunlight shines on the water of the waterfall, and the sparkling water is very beautiful.
It's summer, and when I sit by the window, I feel cool when the slow, steamy cold wind blows.
Nan Qing looked at the new desk with satisfaction, and she commanded: "Bring over the booklet over there."
Di Lin suddenly felt a lot of pressure. On one side was his sincere master, and on the other was the saint who was respected by the entire religion.
She walked over tremblingly, took half of the booklet and put it on her desk.
Di Lin felt invisible pressure and left quickly after finishing all this.
Mo Xingsha just watched this woman rebuild a desk in his study room.
Nan Qing sat down on the chair comfortably: "You don't have to look at me like this. In fact, I didn't want to sit in the same chair with you many days ago. This chair is not the only one in this holy religion.
Just change seats."
"There is only one chair for the leader in the Holy Religion." Mo Xingsha said in a hoarse and low voice.
If this means anything.
Nan Qing understood but pretended not to understand. He deliberately smiled and said: "Who said there is only one chair? Can the leader only have one chair if he has two chairs? Could it be that one of the chairs we sit on is fake?
Can’t make it?”
"Wen Renyun..."
"Mo Xingsha, you are very noisy. If I come over rarely, please don't disturb me in my work, okay?" Nan Qing preemptively suppressed his voice.
Then she straightened her clothes, lowered her head and began to slowly study the ink.
She ignored him the whole time.
She studied the ink very slowly. At first she kept her back straight while doing the work, but then she slowly slumped down and became listless.
Mo Xingsha just noticed that she was a little out of breath when speaking and her face was not very good, so he paid special attention to her situation by the window when doing things.
Sure enough, after half an hour she became listless, hunched over and writing slowly with her pen.
She supported her forehead with one hand, and wrote slowly with a brush in her other hand.
Finally, she put down the brush and pinched her eyebrows, as if she was very tired.
Mo Xingsha took the pen and wrote a few words absentmindedly, and then said: "Wen Renyun, if you feel unwell, go back early. You'd better take good care of your body after sleeping for hundreds of years.
If you accidentally fall asleep again, I will be the fisherman's profit."
Nan Qing frowned and raised his head: "Mo Xingsha, can you say something nice? You can't say anything nice. I know my physical condition well, and I won't fall asleep no matter what.
"
"That's not necessarily true. You didn't expect a hundred years ago that you would sleep for a hundred years."
Nan Qing simply lay down gently on the table: "Well, I didn't expect that I got carried away while practicing and accidentally fell asleep. It's incredible that I slept for a hundred years."
Her tone was casual, as if she would fall asleep in the next second.
Mo Xingsha put down the pen in his hand. He didn't want to deal with the matter anymore and just chatted with her.
"Wen Renyun, since you don't want to do anything, why don't you go back?"
"What are you going to do? I have nothing to do when I go back."
From this angle, Mo Xingsha could only see her leaning on the table, her little furry head facing him.
He said in a deep voice: "You can go back and rest."
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The author has something to say:
Hee hee, I like the rhythm of this story. Ouch, the male supporting actor wants to die. Good night, I love you all the time~
