At the end, the boy waved his sleeves,

"Alright, let's get out." When he saw Zheng Chulan's expression of wanting to speak and stopped, he continued:

"Those who do not meet the preliminary requirements are not qualified to make conditions, because you are not even qualified to know my name."

Shen Qianyi took a deep breath, then looked up and said:

"Give me the right to know the information outside, I don't want to be blind and deaf for two years."

The young man changed his posture, raised his eyelids casually and said:

"I don't hate ambitious people, but those who are incapable might as well accept their ambitions early, or simply cut themselves off."

"You don't trust your own eyes?" Zheng Chulan tilted his head, but his eyes were still nailed to the young man's body.

"Ghost girl, you go and prove it to her first." The boy smiled, as if he had changed his mind.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the newly replaced teacup on the side, drew a circle on the rim of the cup, and someone came out to take the two away.

A few steps out of the door, Jia Nuo stopped Zheng Chulan. In just two words,

"Wait for me." Then he turned and left quickly.

Zheng Chulan didn't know what he was thinking, he really didn't leave, and the people on the side didn't move, just like a tree that belonged there, it wasn't alive, it wasn't dead.

It was about less than a cup of tea, and I saw that he seemed to be holding something in his hand and ran back quickly. It wasn't until I got closer that I saw that it was a small pot, and inside the pot was a weak grass. He handed the basin to Zheng Chulan and said:

"Inside is the bluegrass I found yesterday, I remember that you once talked to me about it, persuaded me, I have thought a lot in the past two days, no matter what, I will accompany you to achieve your wishes, and before the flowers bloom twice, I will take you away." Yuluo looked at Zheng Chulan with a determined look when he looked at him again. It's as if every word is an oath.

"Snort." It was a disdainful voice beside him, as if he had seen too much, and it had become ridiculous, Zheng Chulan glanced at the man who was still like a dead tree just now, and then took the basin in Gano's hand, and said before Gano's joy appeared:

"You don't owe me anything," and then reached out as if to help him straighten his sleeves and leaned forward, and then quickly pulled away,

"Two years, I remember." After saying that, he turned to leave, and his face was full of complexity,

"You ......" but he didn't say it again, just clenched his hands, and then turned to leave, but he knew what he had more, a message, a person's message. An advantage, an advantage that may be faster in the next two years, but Gano's lips tightened.