Jin Ling's beautiful lips pursed and pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it, showing the little woman's reserve to the fullest.

Jian Junxi was like an insulator, and glanced at her lightly, she was indeed very beautiful, her facial features had not been smudged by any cosmetics, and she belonged to that kind of pure beauty.

It's a pity that from ancient times to the present, beauties with excellent looks have always had a bad fate, and it is difficult to be happy......

A woman has a natural desire to be protected by a man, she can understand, but she is not a man, and even if she is, she is just a monk

So, apart from not saying more and not hurting, she has no better way......

She stood up abruptly and walked slowly to the gate, the cold wind slapping on her face, making her shiver.

It seemed that standing outside would make her more awake than the warmth of the house.

Jin Ling saw that she didn't want to speak, so he didn't speak again, reached out to wipe the tears on his face, and continued to wash clothes.

After cleaning and drying twice, she hung her clothes on the hemp rope at the door, picked up the basin and said hoarsely: "Master Wuxin, go in, it's cold outside!" ”

Jian Junxi didn't know what he was thinking, he came back to his senses when he heard the voice, nodded and said, "Okay......"

After entering, Jin Ling said helplessly: "Master Wuxin, the room here is full of sundries and rice, it's not easy to live in, if you don't mind, just sleep on the bed with the child, and I'll just make a bunk on the floor!" ”

"No, the donor's kindness, the little monk understands it, so please trouble the donor to make a bed and quilt for me in the living room!" Jian Junxi hurriedly waved his hand.

How to say that she is also a monk, living in her house has tarnished her reputation, and if she sleeps in a room, it will be even more inexplicable.

After some arguments, she insisted on laying the floor in the living room, but Jin Ling had no choice but to spread two cotton quilts in the living room.

Jian Junxi sat on the thick quilt and meditated, but Jin Ling was preoccupied, tossing and turning on the bed, and couldn't sleep.

Not long after, the sound of a sewing machine sounded in the room, Jian Junxi opened her eyes and looked at the bedroom door, and did not knock on the door to ask what she was doing?

For her, more is better than less, especially women......

suddenly thought of what the woman said about Zhuang Ting, and a trace of worry flashed between her eyebrows.

She took out her bag, unzipped the side, and pulled out a mobile phone from inside, which she found halfway out of Biancheng.

When Yan Rongliang prepared the necessary items for her, he specially bought them for her.

At that time, his number was also stored in it, but before she could say it, she left with her bag on her back.

She had turned on the camera and watched it once, but she was afraid that her whereabouts would be exposed, and she never touched it again since, and the current problem was not something that she could solve as a monk.

But if Yan Rongliang is notified to help, in case Nangong Jing knows about it again, then she will definitely not have the good luck of last time, so she feels very entangled......

After hesitating for a long time, I finally put the phone back......

The next day, the morning sky danced with its magical veil, a faint blue light, slowly becoming translucent, and the eastern sun soon illuminated the whole land.

Jian Junxi opened the door and wanted to see if his clothes were dry?

It's just that as soon as I came across the monk's robe that was still very wet, I heard Jin Ling say with a smile: "Master Wuxin, I made you a monk's robe with cotton and thickness last night, can you try it and see if it fits?" ”

Jian Junxi turned her head slightly, and saw her walking from the door with a smile, holding an extremely thick gray monk's robe in her hand, no wonder the sewing machine rang for most of the night.

(End of chapter)