Hearing the sound, Zuo Sichi glanced at Zuo Ling perfunctorily, and then hummed in a nasal voice, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and continued to look at the tablet. Apparently he was not interested.

……

When Zuo Siqi went upstairs, Zuo Ling rubbed his face that was already stiff with a smile, and collapsed on the bed looking like he was about to die, "Hey, my reputation was ruined on a dress." ”

"It's really pretty." Shen Duan said.

Zuo Ling turned his head to look at him and didn't speak.

He continued: "But it's still a little disagreeable to see your face. ”

"Hey." Zuo Ling was helpless.

"But you're going to have to wear it sooner or later. Even if you are still dressed as a boy after that, when you get married, you have to wear a wedding dress. "You can't always dress up as a boy.

Zuo Ling sighed, obviously listening to his words.

"By the way, when are you going to have a good talk with Li Ye and talk about your daughter's body."

Touching his chin, Zuo Ling pursed his lips and thought about it, and replied, "Let's celebrate the New Year." ”

There are only a few days left.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zuo Sichi made a move, "Did you listen to what I said to you last time." ”

"Hmm." Zuo Ling responded. Every word he said was like a wake-up call, and it would ring in her head every day.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do in the future?" Zuo Sichi asked coldly.

Zuo Ling pursed his lips and shook his head.

"You now have the qualifications to escort Imperial Capital University, do you really want to waste it?"

"It's a bit confusing, although I'm probably better at math." Zuo Ling didn't forget to praise himself. "However, I always feel that it is too boring." It's like handling a case, it doesn't feel interesting, it's not lifeless.

One is confronted with a lifeless formula, the other is confronted with an icy corpse and scene.

After a pause, Zuo Sichi seemed to have thought of something, and said, "Kyoto University of Communication and Communication has a journalism department, you can think about it." ”

"New ...... Sniff??? Zuo Ling was stunned.

I feel that this thing can't fight with her. And Kyoto is far away, and it's not as close as the imperial capital to Cloud City, in the south.

Zuo Sichi: "Journalists deal with living people. ”

Shen Duan smiled and said in agreement:

"I think so. Zuo Ling's worst thing is dealing with living people, and if you become a reporter in the future, it may also be of great benefit to your emotional intelligence development. ”

Zuo Ling's worst thing since he was a child was to communicate with others, and when he was handling cases, he was stuck in the scene by himself, very lonely and quiet. If she really became a reporter, she was facing one live person after another, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Anyway, I just want her to exercise herself, she has a family background, and she doesn't need her to earn money.

Zuo Ling: "??? "Why does it sound so awkward?

"Then I'll think about it......"

She herself is really a little confused about the future, the kind that has no plan at all.

On the morning of the second day of Chinese New Year's Eve, Zuo Ling Shen said goodbye to Zuo Siqi, got into the car prepared by Zuo Sichi, and returned to Cloud City.

Shen Qian planned to return to Z City on Chinese New Year's Eve, because the house over there had just found someone to clean it today, and it could not be inhabited for the time being. He had to go to Ling's house for a few days first, and it just so happened that Zuo Ling's grandfather also liked him.

When she arrived at the compound, Zuo Ling pulled her suitcase and walked inside, and Shen Duan followed her. Her suitcase was much heavier than before she left, and it contained a lot of things that Zuo Siqi had given her.

(End of chapter)