At this time, the housekeeper came in and reported to the old master of the flower family.

"I have already mentioned the little master, and the little master is shy, I believe that he will open up soon."

Hearing Hua Cishu's reaction, the old master of Hua snorted twice, but he was unhappy again.

Lin Qingyin stood up and patted the folds on his clothes: "Ah, there is always progress, Grandpa Hua is waiting for good news." ”

The old master of the flower family slapped the table angrily.

Lin Qingyin nodded to the housekeeper and left the study.

After returning to the room, Lin Qingyin sent a text message to Hua Cishu.

——I have created the conditions for the little master to be jealous according to the instructions of the little master, how to go about the plot next?

The phone vibrates on the desktop.

The rhetorical tree knows who it is.

As the young master of the Hua family, he actually has a lot of contacts on his mobile phone.

But there are not many who are qualified to message him.

His cell phone, which had been quiet, rang a lot.

He sat still, his eyes still staring at the flowing agarwood.

The thumb is twisted on the pad of the index finger, which is the act of thinking.

Like, this word, no one dares to break in front of him.

But now that he is leading the butler to say it, the word is like a curse mark that suddenly falls on his heart.

This curse cannot be removed, and it cannot be driven away.

There is also a kind of Daigo empowerment that is different from opening the door to a new world.

This is...... I have been ignoring the things that I don't want to look at directly, and I am put in the sun and see the day.

Do you like it?

What is like?

The eyes of the cold young man were full of confusion.

Hua Cishu picked up his phone a little slowly.

Tree of Words: Step by step.

The other party is typing.

Lin Qingyin: Okay.

Hua Cishu's index finger was slightly hooked on the back of the phone, and he pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed.

Rhetoric Tree: Do you have someone you like?

Lin Qingyin: Yes.

The right thumb of the tree pressed on the keyboard with a slight force.

Lin Qingyin: Don't worry, little master, you won't ruin our deal.

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Hua Cishu grimaced and deleted the words in his input box.

The well-educated teenager sat elegantly in a chair with a straight back, holding a mobile phone in one hand.

The phone was directly in front of his body, and after typing, his wrist dropped, and his back rested on the back of the chair.

Rhetorical Tree: Who is it?

There was a moment of hesitation.

The young man's eyes were darker, and his thin lips pursed a cool straight line.

Let that life be better than death.

An idea popped into my head, as if someone else was talking.

Lin Qingyin: It won't be detrimental to our trade, young master.

Lin Qingyin: Little master.

Lin Qingyin: I'm going to sleep.

Boom.

With an outstretched arm, the phone was placed on the table.

Have someone you like?

Who?

The actor?

I didn't care much about Zhu Yan before, but now my memory turns up, and the time goes back to the day when Zhu Yan woke up drunk.

In the corner of the staircase on the second floor, the light in the girl's eyes was very weak, as if it would be broken at the touch of it: "Yesterday's incident, did the little young master like me if he didn't get angry?" ”

The memory went back and was a little blurry.

And everything after that sentence is clear.

The girl is reborn like Nirvana, which is really hard to take your eyes off.

The task progress bar suddenly became longer.

Zero Zero shook his hand, and the melon seeds were scattered on the ground in an instant.

？？？

What?

What did the virus do?

Isn't it just a good job?

Now the poster of Lin Qingyin's endorsement product has been released worldwide, which has caused a huge response.

The Great Demon King isn't it!

The virus can't stand it when you make a cake with your own hands?

Zero glanced at Lin Qingyin at work.

I couldn't hold back.