Slowly opening her eyes, Qian Qiao looked around blankly, her memory was still stuck in being held by her adoptive father, and then...

Qianqiao, who finally remembered what she had done, reached out and patted her forehead in annoyance, this is the second time, and it seems that after coming to this world, her defenseiness against others has become much lighter.

Qianqiao doesn't know whether this phenomenon is good or bad for herself, maybe it is related to the growth environment of people, and she didn't have too many good friends in her previous life.

As an orphan, she has always kept a safe distance in interpersonal communication, not far away, not close, not close, not close, not close, and can chat together, but unable to make friends.

There is room for both things and people, and it is impossible to completely let down your guard, let alone fall asleep in front of others as defenselessly as you do now.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qianqiao decided to send a message to Xiuxiu, telling her that she was going to retreat and cultivate for the next two days, and she wouldn't go to play with her.

When the transmission note flew out, Qianqiao quietly opened the door, and when she saw that there was no one around, she hung a sign outside the door, and then closed the door tightly, she would not go out again for the next two days.

The reason why he did this was because he was afraid of going out and meeting his adoptive father, after all, it was still too shameful to fall asleep in his arms, so Qianqiao held the mentality of an ostrich and could hide for a day.

When Nangong Zhengyang came, he saw a sign of retreat hanging in front of Qianqiao's door, and after a little thought, he knew why she was like this.

With a reluctant chuckle, Nangong Zhengyang turned around and left, without alarming the girl who was an "ostrich".

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Two days passed in a flash, and when the spirit boat stopped, Qian Qian withdrew from the meditation, stretched and opened the door, but she didn't want anyone to be leaning against the railing of the boat with her arms crossed and looking at her.

“！！！”

When Qianqiao saw the person clearly, she retreated into the room almost conditionally and tried to close the door.

"Buckwheat, what's the matter, don't you want to see Daddy?"

Nangong Zhengyang didn't give her a chance to close the door, held the door with one hand, supported the door frame with the other hand, bent down to Qianqiao's ear and said.

"Nope!"

The warm breath blew through his ears, causing a tingling itch, Qian Qian immediately covered his ears, took a step back to avoid his adoptive father who was too close, and said loudly, as if he felt that if he didn't make a loud noise, he would lose his momentum in front of him.

"Then why do you have to close the door when you see your father?"

Raising eyebrows and looking at the slightly cramped girl in front of her, perhaps it was a change in mentality that made Nangong Zhengyang like a hunting dog that had been unrestrained, and was staring at the prey at this time, ready to go.

"I... I forgot to take something!"

Qian Qian rolled her eyes, and with an idea, she thought of a reasonable explanation.

"Oh, then you can take it, Daddy is waiting for you~"

Nangong Zhengyang leaned against the door frame and looked at Qianqiao for a long time.

"Uncle Yang, the head of the family is looking for you..."

An abrupt voice sounded outside the door, and as I looked at it, I saw a young man dressed in white standing outside the door.

The willow eyes narrowed with a smile, as well as the gentle smile that makes people not make mistakes, made Nangong Zhengyang, who was interrupted by a "good thing", not know how to get angry.

"Buckwheat, daddy is going to be busy first, you can clean up and come out, see you later~"

Frowning and staring at the young man for a long time, Nangong Zhengyang pressed the corner of his forehead that jumped suddenly, exhaled lightly, turned around and said a word to Qianqiao and turned to leave.

"Ah Jun, thank you..."

Nangong Zhengyang's departure made Qianqiao breathe a sigh of relief, she had just been forced too hard by her adoptive father, and she was really a little overwhelmed, so she said gratefully to the young man in white in front of her.

"I don't remember anything I've done that deserves your gratitude..."

Nangong Jun clenched his palms, still with that gentle smile, but the words he said were cold...