"It's been a whole month!" Feng Che was bored and going crazy.

"Huangfu, you can say something!"

Huangfu Lixi glanced at her and said lightly, "Then let's continue to play chess." ”

As soon as he heard this, Feng Che's head shook like a rattle.

Since she handed over the rules of backgammon to Huangfu Lixi, she tied with herself in the first game, and then won by herself.

"Why don't we play checkers?"

Feng Che's heart was even more refusal, and Huangfu Lixi's checkers were even more abusing his own existence.

It really taught the apprentice, starving the master. It seems that he can only regain his self-confidence with Han Xiaomi.

Huangfu Lixi thought about it, and was about to say it, when he was interrupted by Feng Che

"I'm not going to play poker with you either!"

Huangfu Lixi was bored playing with the chess pieces in his hand. looked at Feng Che as if he was nothing.

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Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar three big words of "Cheng'an View" in front of him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She had been standing here for a month, but the man still refused to see her.

Xiao Daotong went to the door to sweep the floor as usual, glanced at Han Xiaomi, and continued to sweep the floor.

"Qingyang, you've worked hard." Looking at Jin Qingyang, who had been standing with her for a month, she felt very guilty.

stared at the woman in front of him, and said lightly, "No."

After sweeping the floor, the little Taoist boy entered the Taoist temple, took the food, and pushed open a door.

The room was well lit, and the sunlight shone through the windows, shining warmly on people.

The people in the room were dressed in dark blue robes, and their hair was seriously wrapped in the crown.

He was reading a book with his head down, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, his eyes resting on the book, but his thoughts did not know who to rest.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Daotong couldn't help but say.

"She's been standing for a month, why don't you want to see her."

"I don't want to see her." lowered the corners of his eyes, looking a little lonely.

"But that person should be met."

Han Xiaomi was still standing, looking at the Taoist temple with the gate closed.

The door opened suddenly, and Xiao Daotong walked out.

"This son, Duanmu Gongzi wants to see you."

Jin Qingyang was stunned, how could he suddenly want to see him?

"Did Duanmu say I wanted to see me?" Han Xiaomi asked anxiously on the side.

Xiao Daotong looked at Han Xiaomi and didn't speak, and Han Xiaomi suddenly looked like a deflated ball.

"Xiaomi, don't worry, I will tell Duanmu Gongzi what you want to say."

Han Xiaomi nodded and watched him walk into the door.

Under the leadership of Daotong, he walked into Duanmu's residence.

"Young Master Qingyang, please take a seat." He pointed to the stool, without the slightest emotion on his face, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry, as if he had really gotten rid of the trivial matters of the red dust.

"Thank you." He sat down, and what he was about to say turned aside in his mind.

"Xiaomi, she really cares about you, I hope you can go back, these days you are not there, she tortures herself to the ......"

Duanmu Che gently stroked the teacup and listened to him say it sentence by sentence.

After a while, he took a sip of tea and said, "I know, but how long can this kind of care last, when I am old and decrepit, and when I love to fade late?"

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, how many women in the world only like this piece of flesh and skin.

Jin Qingyang was stunned, obviously not thinking that he would say that.

"When I'm old, she'll look for the young and beautiful."

He looked at Jin Qingyang, who was much younger than him, with a sadness in his tone.

Jin Qingyang didn't know how to refute him, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I believe in Xiaomi, not that kind of worldly woman."

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