Chen Qi, your blessing is coming, Miss Lingling has picked you, follow Miss Ling in the future. At this time, Zuo Chong naturally wanted to talk about this matter for the better.

Therefore, it is an exaggeration to say that Chen Qi has fallen into the nest of blessings, and he is afraid that he will have to be transferred in the future.

Anyway, you don't need money to say good things, and you can't talk about it.

In case, if it really gets into the eyes of Wenling in the future, it is better to say that it is not good than to mix it yourself.

Zuo Chong has a lot of eyes, so naturally he will not block his back road, and he will leave one more when it is time to leave one more.

Even if Chen Qi is inconspicuous now, what if it rises one day?

It's all bad stuff.

Hearing Zuo Chong's words, Chen Qi turned his head numbly.

Wen Ling always felt that his neck was like a machine in disrepair, and if he had to dub it, it would probably be a clicking sound.

It's sluggish and slow, and it doesn't look very bright.

But Wen Ling wants a benefactor, not anything else.

It was Zuo Chong's complicated expression, and Zuo Shi looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, but Wen Ling still wouldn't give up the person he chose.

"In the future, you follow me, one dollar a day, perform well, and there may be other rewards in the future." Seeing that Chen Qi looked at himself numbly, there was no light on his face, Wen Ling slowly spoke, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible.

The original owner's voice, once the pitch is raised, has a little sharpness.

When it comes to the little ginseng essence, the voice of this world, although it is not shy, is also soft and delicate.

It sounds like a little girl's delicacy and softness.

Zuo Shi didn't think there was any difference in Wen Ling's voice, probably because of the filter of the little cousin.

Zuo Chong and Wen Ling are not familiar, they have only met a few times, and they know that there is such a person.

After all, if you are mixed under the hands of others, what masters are in the main family, remember this.

I can't remember it, and I have to memorize it with a hard back face.

This is the basic quality of begging for life under the hands of others.

Otherwise, like Song Liu, if you offend people one day, you won't know, then it's interesting.

And it won't end too well.

The two of them didn't have a big reaction to Wen Ling's voice, but Chen Qi's heart was a little touched.

For these glamorous young ladies, Chen Qi actually didn't have any ideas.

I was still thinking about carrying a few more bags to stock up on coal.

As soon as he heard Wen Ling's voice, Chen Qi's originally numb eyes seemed to glow with a slight light, but it was not obvious.

It's fleeting, so fast that it's hard to grasp.

What made Chen Qi's eyes change a little was not the money that made him miss him.

It's the voice of a little girl.

Originally, in Chen Qi's opinion, such as Wen Ling and Zuo Shi, the eldest lady of the family, for them, was the clouds in the sky, just look at it, don't think too much.

But now, I don't know why, Chen Qi always feels that the soft and delicate speaker in front of him, when he looks at him, his eyes are soft like a little girl in spring, and he should be his.

Chen Qi, who was taken aback by his own thoughts, shrank in the depths of his eyes, feeling that he was really influenced by the people around him, how could he have such a bastard idea?

The clouds in the sky, can you think of it?

Between them, separated by the sky and the sea, separated by thousands of mountains and ravines, even if he climbs all his life, he can't shorten this distance.

So, what is he fantasizing?

(End of chapter)