Lin Qingyin showed a hint of flattery and panic in his dedication, but there was only a hint of it.

"Then I'll go up."

"Go, Miss Yan, the young master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Qingyin knocked on the door of Hua Cishu: "Little master, are you looking for me?" ”

"Do you think I'm interfering with your work?"

"Yes."

Lin Qingyin said bluntly.

Hua Cishu's hand stiffened, and a nameless anger was almost burning, and he was laughed at angrily: "Zhu Yan, you are fat." ”

Hua Cishu suppressed the little grievance in his heart: "So what you want to get through this transaction is the help of work, not the identity of the Hua family?" ”

Lin Qingyin took a deep look at the flower tree with a cold face.

The rhetorical tree is inexplicably seen.

The feeling that things are actually different from what I thought has reappeared.

"What I want has always been the identity of the Hua family, little master."

Hua Cishu only saw that the girl was suddenly soft.

There was a little smile on her bright face, and there was a hint of mixed emotion in her eyes.

"Can I still read three hundred Tang poems here today?"

The young man got up and took out a book from the bookshelf and threw it to Lin Qingyin: "Ten minutes." ”

I saw that the girl suddenly laughed: "It's five minutes longer than before." ”

The girl held the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" in her hand and flipped through it with great interest.

The rhetorical tree felt that his face was a little hot for no reason.

"Otherwise, how can I show my grandfather?"

Alienated and cold, the appearance is the same as before.

There was a knock at the door, and a servant brought a new censer.

The black incense burner is half of the hill terraced rice fields down layer by layer, and there is a place for the incense cone on the top.

Lin Qingyin's eyes were shining, holding the incense burner and asking the flower tree with his eyes.

The maid withdraws.

Hua Cishu avoided Lin Qingyin's gaze, he lazily lowered his eyelashes and read a book.

Lin Qingyin knew that Hua Cishu didn't mind.

Lin Qingyin put the incense burner away, took out an incense cone, and lit it with a stick stick.

The light smoke as white as snow slowly descends from top to bottom, and a small pond full of fairy aura merges at the bottom.

The sweet, silky light fragrance with a little dryness gradually swims to the nose.

"The little master really changed the agarwood, look good."

The flower tree swept past Lin Qingyin's face with joy, and his eyes were placed on the incense burner without waves.

Light smoke slowly flowed down, and the smell of agarwood spread through the room.

"It's just acting."

The rhetorical tree turned a page from the book.

After listening to the words of the flowery tree, the girl was still satisfied.

The coldness in the eyes of the flower tree receded.

Suddenly, I felt that the fragrance of agarwood was okay.

At this time, it had been nearly an hour since the finale of "When I Was Reborn" ended.

The online discussion is in full swing.

——I looked down all the way, and found that my Luo Luo was taken away by Zhu Yan with his cuteness.

- Hahaha Shen Luo's stupid and sweet self-detonation identity I'm still worried about it, Zhu Yan and Shen Luo have a good relationship, stand for a second Cult CP!

- Cult I stand! In the later interactive session, calling the friend in the address book who recently added contact information, Zhu Yan and Shen Luo looked at each other and smiled, and then called each other It was too sweet!

- Woo woo woo it's a pity for my Li Yingdi.

- I wanted to be a brother to you and you killed me!

- Zhu • indifferent and ruthless • only the task in his heart • plus one more Shen Luo • Yan.

- But Emperor Li's task is not to be brothers with Zhu Yan, the task of not killing Zhu Yan and Emperor Li cannot be completed, and the task cannot be completed without leaving the villa. Is it only me looking forward to Huai Jin's holding of Yu cp coming true?

- It's scary to think about it upstairs!

- The upstairs idiom is misused!

- Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs, don't give me Brother Li a cp! Zhu Yan's masterpiece does not have a spicy chicken artist!!

- I love Zhu Yan! Ever since I knew that she had a flower family behind her, I couldn't help but love her!