"Also, I will work hard to make money in the future, make a lot of money, buy you high-quality jade, jade, collect more heaven and earth spiritual objects, and you will definitely be able to upgrade at that time."

Qian Jiao's comfort and assurance were too pale and powerless compared to the top-grade imperial green jade on her neck.

The little ghost is still unhappy, but it also knows that Qian Jiao will not give it to herself, so it can only choose to ask her to keep her promise.

There is a promise to spur Qian Jiao to find those things, it is better than living a comfortable life like now.

So, the little ghost nodded, and looked at Qian Jiao with a pitiful expression on his face that I believe in you, you must do it.

It wasn't until Qian Jiao repeatedly assured that the little ghost returned to the space with some loss.

After appeasing the little ghost, Qian Jiao let out a sigh of relief, and the days ahead are only afraid that they will have a hard time.

She had to think about what ways she could make money.

Treating diseases and selling medicine is the fastest way to make money, but these inevitably need to be assisted by spiritual spring water.

She had promised not to use the spiritual spring water as much as possible in the future, and the money would be much slower.

Qian Jiao helped her forehead, and she had a headache about how to make money.

When Nanfan returned, the moon had already climbed the treetops, and he walked lightly under Qian Jiao's window, stretched out his hand and knocked on the window frame with the new newspaper pasted.

Qian Jiao was awakened by him in a daze, and saw a figure reflected in the window, vaguely, and could feel that it was the person knocking on the window frame.

She asked the little ghost to go out to take a look, and when she found that it was Nanfan, she climbed out of the quilt, put on a padded jacket and walked to the window.

Stretching out his hand to open the window, under the moonlight, the young man's knife-like handsome face, ink-like sword eyebrows, bright and deep eyes, there seemed to be a bottomless deep pool, under the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips slightly pursed with a trace of cold and hard taste.

It was the first time Qian Jiao had seen him so closely.

There is a feeling of breaking into a deep pool and unable to extricate yourself.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head.

Nan Fan stretched out his hand to push the window wider, and then handed something to Qian Jiao.

The thing exuded the unique aroma of barbecue, and Qian Jiao only smelled it for a moment before swallowing her saliva.

The little ghost on the side also stared at the roasted pheasant for a while, and then secretly glared at Nanfan, and quietly got into the space.

It may be that this saliva swallowed a little too much, Nan Fan also heard it, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he even chuckled.

Qian Jiao was a little embarrassed, and just as she didn't know how to react, Nan Fan's shallow and somewhat muffled voice sounded first.

"How about a taste?"

Qian Jiao's ghost sent a god to take a bite of his hand.

The barbecue is delicate and fragrant, and Qian Jiao only took a small bite and immediately tasted the taste of pheasant.

She looked up in surprise, "It's a pheasant." ”

Nan Fan obviously went to run late, why did he come back and bring a roasted pheasant?

Nan Fan just smiled and nodded, raised her hand, and motioned for her to continue eating.

Qian Jiao then remembered that the cooked pheasant was still in Nanfan's hand.

She just ate the pheasant by Nanfan's hand, Qian Jiao was immediately a little embarrassed, how could she feel like she was being fed by him?

Qian Jiao shook her head, wanting to shake off the weird thoughts in her mind, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

The roasted pheasant is not very large, and the skin of the chicken can be seen golden by the moonlight.

When the roast pheasant was in her hand, Qian Jiao remembered again that she seemed to be giving half of the roast chicken to Nanfan.

After all, the chicken was caught by someone else, or roasted by someone, how could she eat it alone?

So, with a wave of his two little hands, he quickly pulled off half of the meat with the chicken thigh from the roasted pheasant, and then handed it to Nan Fan with a smile.

"Brother Nanfan, you can eat too."

As soon as the words came out, a trace of cold wind blew, and Qian Jiao couldn't help but shiver.

Nan Fan's eyes flashed, and the hand that stretched out to catch the roast chicken also paused, and he heard Qian Jiao's soft voice ring again.

"Brother Nanfan, it's so cold outside, why don't you come in."

Nan Fan's eyes flickered again, and his eyes drooped, and his long black eyelashes instantly blocked the flash of light in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, took back his outstretched hand directly, and as soon as he supported the windowsill with both hands, the whole person rushed directly into Qian Jiao's room.

Then he pulled his hands and quickly closed the window.

When he finished doing this, he turned around, and all he saw was Qian Jiao, who was slightly open in shock, staring at him with a pair of big misty eyes.

Nan Fan's eyes glanced at her quickly, coughed lightly, and then reached out to take the half of the roast chicken that Qian Jiao had prepared to share with him, and took a bite directly, before he said casually: "It's really cold outside, you're right, it's still warm in the house." ”

Qian Jiao: "......"

She let him in, yes, but she didn't let him into her room.

Qian Jiao instantly felt a little stunned.

Regarding Nan Fan's sudden rush into her room, Qian Jiao still didn't come back to her senses.

There was no light in the room, and the cold moonlight was not so clear when it shone through the newspaper-covered window.

Qian Jiao didn't know how she got back to the bed, anyway, Nan Fan sat on the edge of his bed later, and after the two of them finished nibbling on a roast pheasant, Nan Fan also helped her wipe her two little hands clean, and then took away the leftover chicken bones and walked out of her room.

A good night's sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, when Qian Jiao was still rolling herself into a cocoon in the quilt, Nan Fan and Qian Jun had already run around Yaoqian Village three times.

Qian Hao rubbed his eyes that were still confused, and the padded jacket on his body didn't have time to buckle up, so he ran outside Qian Jiao's door.

I was going to knock on the door, but as soon as I stretched out my hand, the door opened.

He rushed in in a daze, and when he saw that Qian Jiao was still nested in the quilt, he had some reaction, Qian Jiao didn't lock the door last night.

There is no anti-lock......

She has the habit of locking the door when she sleeps all the time, why didn't Nanfan lock her door when she lived in their house yesterday?

Qian Hao's drowsiness woke up instantly, and he felt like he was in a wolf.

He jumped onto Qian Jiao's bed at once, stretched out his hand and pulled her out of the bed, and the expression on his face was even more colorful.

Qian Jiao was pulled by him like this, and she woke up most of the time in an instant, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Qian Hao's face full of anger and hatred.

Qian Jiao thought that her eyes were dazzled, and Qian Hao's anger was mixed with the voice of wanting to cry without tears.

"Sister Jiaojiao, why didn't you lock the door last night?"

No, no, there is no anti-lock door......

Qian Jiao's mind was still a little confused, but she still remembered it quickly, because when Nan Fan left last night, she had already nested in the bed, and she didn't get up to lock the door again.

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