When Qin Xian came out of Jingmo's room, Song Junqian was holding a bowl and drinking porridge. When he saw him coming out, he looked at him with evil intentions.
"And she said she wasn't his girlfriend." Song Junqian teased, leaning forward to look at Jingmo's door, "I heard it all yesterday. The girl was crying for a long time. She didn't show any pity for her."
Qin Xian suddenly sneered and stopped in front of him, "What? Do you have any ideas?"
Song Junqian licked the corner of his mouth to try to smile and said, "Hey, your little Master Jiu's waistband has been loosened, but when has this mouth been loosened? Tell me, what benefits do you want?"
"The tea king in your back mountain is pretty good." Qin Xian raised his eyebrows and walked toward the backyard with a washbasin in hand.
Song Junqian put down his bowl and followed him, continuing his gossip.
"Tsk, they really aren't boyfriend and girlfriend!" Song Junqian asked, suddenly thinking of something, "Hey, you didn't come to this mountain to hide from that Cinderella, right?"
"You, Young Master Song, are the master." Qin Xian did not hesitate to give in, lowered his head and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Song Junqian shrugged his shoulders and sighed with pretense of pity, "Oh...it's pitiful that I am alone and stay in a ravine to teach. I don't see you coming to see me on weekdays. Now that we have met, you are still angry with me.
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"..." Qin Xian rolled his eyes at him and turned to brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Song Junqian leaned against the wall and clicked his tongue again. Seeing Qin Xian wash his face, he asked again, "That girl, have you touched her?"
Qin Xian had no expression, but a fierce ferocity suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Song Junqian whistled, the corners of his eyes raised a nice arc, and at the same time he put a hand on Qin Qian's shoulder.
"If you really haven't touched her, then I will take action. Xiaojiu, that girl can be exchanged for my life, let alone the tea king of the back mountain."
Song Junqian didn't tell the truth at all, and Qin Xian knew this.
However, there is one thing he can confirm.
Whatever Song Junqian likes, there is nothing he can't get.
Qin Xian shook off his hand unceremoniously, and just as he was about to say something, Jing Mo's voice came from behind.
It's tender and crispy to the bone.
"Mr. Song, can you borrow a mobile phone charger?"
At this time, Jingmo changed into a camel-colored woolen coat, and wore a brick-red sweater dress underneath. Her slender ankles were exposed, making people unable to take their eyes away.
What's more, her skin is already too fair, and the red sweater makes her look even more delicate.
Song Junqian relied on his high vision, and no woman could catch his eye.
But Jingmo is different. In his opinion, it can be regarded as a unique beauty.
"Yes, I'll get it for you." Song Jun turned around and went to get the charger for her.
Qin Xian walked into the house carrying the washbasin. When he passed by Jing Mo, he said, "When are you leaving?"
Jingmo's expression froze, and his mind went blank for a few seconds.
When Qin Xian walked over, she hurriedly said, "The phone will charge for a while and then go."
Qin Xian didn't say anything anymore and turned around and entered Song Junqian's room.
Song Junqian brought her a charger, and Jingmo took advantage of the break to wash up and have breakfast.
During this period, Song Junqian politely asked her how a little girl came to this remote country.
Jingmo did not hide anything, he only said that his family believed in Buddhism and traveled all over the country to meditate at this time of year.
Song Junqian nodded, "There is Qinglong Mountain not far away, and there is Qingliang Temple on the mountain. The incense is quite good. However, it is the off-season for tourism, and there are not many people."
"Yeah, I know." Jingmo nodded, and his peripheral vision fell on Qin Qian in the yard. Seeing him loading things on the motorcycle, his mind was no longer on Song Junqian's side.
Song Junqian followed her line of sight and couldn't help but smile, "Jing Mo, you're not chasing him here, are you?"
"Eh?" Jingmo was slightly stunned and hurriedly explained, "No."
"What are you hiding from me?" Song Junqian is really not an ordinary gossip, "I have known Xiaojiu for twenty years. The girls who chase him range from eight hundred to one thousand. But he rejected them all. That boy
There is only that Cinderella in my heart."
Jingmo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this. No wonder she had been unable to seduce Qin Geng. She thought it was her own problem. It turned out that the reason was Gu Qingyuan.
"Then is there any way to catch him?" Jingmo asked sincerely.
Song Junqian raised his eyebrows and leaned towards Jingmo's ear. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Qin Xian turning around.
When his eyes met Qin Xian's eyes, his thoughts of teasing suddenly arose.
Song Junqian raised his eyebrows at him, and the next second he pressed his lips against Jingmo's.