Jiang Rin did it on purpose.

After not going to see Lan Qing on the tenth day, even colored. I feel incredible.

[Are you still not going to see her today?] ] color. If today is the tenth time to ask Jiang Rin this, as usual, from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed, he has to greet him every once in a while.

And in order to stabilize her mood, Jiang Rin spends most of her time doing something calm, such as-

Play chess with yourself.

Practice calligraphy and drawing.

as well as sleeping.

Now he was rolling up the fine rice paper that he had just asked for from the maid, spreading it out, choosing a brush in his hand, dipping it in the polished ink, and quietly began to write on the paper.

"Hmm." After Jiang Rin finished writing the first static word, his mood had calmed down.

It can be said that he is more calm than a monk, and nothing can affect his reason.

In the past, when he was in the original world, once Jiang Rin had special mood swings, he would rely on practicing words to calm himself down and think about it to come up with a solution, after all, he was an expert negotiator, and he couldn't say any typo, otherwise it would be a life, or a ......

Jiang Rin stopped thinking deeply at the right time, he would find a suitable opportunity to talk to Lan Qing about the subway accident back then, and wait until he rescued the real her.

[Won't you be disgusted by this? 】

Jiang Rin shook his head, the tip of the soft brush running rampant on the paper, "Don't be afraid, she sent someone to spy on me, as long as that person is still there, it means that she cares about me to some extent." ”

[Tsk, you really figured it out. 】

Hue. I used to think that this Lan Qing, who didn't have much initial affection for Jiang Rin, and had experienced a lot of fighting, would be a city that Jiang Rin would be difficult to capture, who knows, for Jiang Rin, it's just that the operation steps are a little troublesome?

"But I'm wondering now when she'll come back to me, maybe not today, or tomorrow." Jiang Rin calculated, according to his understanding of Lan Qing's character, the doubts in his stomach were almost at their peak.

Just as he was about to finish writing this whole word, a servant girl rushed over in a hurry, "Gongzi Jiang, sect leader she-"

"I'm here, you don't have to pass it on, go down." Lan Qing was already one step ahead, and when she arrived at the door, with a wave of her big sleeves, the maid retreated to the back and knelt down.

Jiang Rin put the pen away, rolled up his sleeves, turned his face sideways, and glanced at Lan Qing, trying his best to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth, so as not to be discovered by her.

"Sect Master? Is there anything going on with your visit today? ”

Hearing this unfamiliar title, Lan Qing subconsciously frowned, neither did she call her by her name as she said, nor did she call her Mrs. as presumptuously as before, logically speaking, she should not be disgusted with the salutation, but subconsciously felt a pinch in her heart, wanted to question him, and felt that she had lost face, so she simply held on.

"I'm just coming over and seeing, ahem." Lan Qing coughed to hide her weakness, "This is the inner courtyard of my sect, can't I come and take a look?" ”

Who would have thought that Jiang Rin didn't even say hello, with a smile that looked gentle like water, and asked straightforwardly.

"Did you miss me?"

"Who misses you?!" Lan Qing retorted almost instinctively.

Who knows, the more weak the heart, the more the voice seems to be twice as high as usual.

Afterwards, Lan Qing thought back to the scene of this day, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't help herself.

Thinking that she was twenty-three years old, she had never seen any strong winds and waves, but that day, like a little girl's family, she staged in front of him what is called three hundred taels of silver here.