My personal school belle president

Chapter 1772 The story of the pan and the bald head! (Part 3)
While Qin Yang and the others were singing happily, the three of Qin Nanchen walked out of the restaurant.

"Brother, let me send someone to investigate their background."

Thinking of such a beautiful woman slipping away from him, Qin Nanyu was a little bit unwilling, and said in a low voice.

Since the Qin family became popular, he has changed from an ordinary little man to a wealthy young man, and his personality has naturally become more domineering.

The beautiful female star who could only be watched on TV before was suppressed by him wantonly and did not dare to resist, and the school belle who used to slap him in the face also took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, making him feel like a king of heaven.

In short, the woman he is eyeing must be his, and no one else can take it away!
"Don't worry, it won't be too late to investigate after grandpa's birthday tomorrow, anyway, they won't be able to go anywhere," Qin Nanchen said lightly.

Qin Nanyu pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

But he has already decided in his heart, send a few people to investigate, or tie him directly to his villa.

"And you..." Qin Nanchen turned his head to look at the school belle girlfriend, and said calmly, "Dress up better tomorrow, and don't leave a bad impression on the old man and eldest sister."

"Understood, Nan Chen."

An Xiaoyuan nodded obediently, but she couldn't hide the joy on her brows.

As long as she behaves better tomorrow, she will be the wife of the wealthy Qin family, and she will have whatever she wants, and she will not be in vain pretending to be lofty and rejecting so many outstanding boys.

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When I came out of the dining bar, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wangyou changed into a goose-yellow dress, her jet-black hair was a little messy, and her fair and jade-like cheeks were slightly blush, which made her pure and beautiful breath reveal a trace of pure charm.

"It's not like you."

Recalling what happened in the box just now, Qin Yang's heart was hot, he put his arms around the woman's unbearable waist, and said softly.

He didn't expect Wangyou to be so bold,

It's like a canary that has been locked in a cage for a long time. After being free, it begins to indulge, making people unable to recognize its original appearance.

"Hate me?" Wangyou squinted her long and narrow eyes.

Qin Yang shook his head: "How come, it's just... just a little scared."

Wangyou raised her head, stared at Qin Yang, then slowly stretched out her arms, tapped her toes, and spun on the spot, her dress fluttering like a dynamic picture scroll:

"I'm Wangyou, my mother gave me this name in the hope that I can be an ordinary girl without worries, but... But some things are not as easy as imagined.

Qin Yang, thank you for letting Wangyou do what she wanted to do, thank you very much.I will always keep this memory in my heart and never forget it.

You just need to remember that my name is Wangyou, that's enough. "

Looking at the girl's beautiful dimple and slim figure in the night, Qin Yang's heart ached inexplicably.

He stepped forward and hugged Wangyou tightly in his arms, and murmured: "Believe me, no matter what difficulties you have, one day I will let you gain real freedom and happiness, and let you live a carefree life." .”

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, a voice of Buddha chanting came slowly.

It was still the monk in the shabby robe, looking at Qin Yang with a smile, in the shadow of the street lamp, like a sculpture, but hazy.

Qin Yang hugged the girl tightly and ignored him.

After a while, he cursed, turned around, took out the pan, and strode towards the old monk.

"clang!"

The pan hit the opponent's bald head, making a crisp sound.

"Tell me, what do you want, or do you want to say some mysterious and mysterious broken Sanskrit? Today, if you dare to make me angry, I will kill you!!"

Qin Yang stared angrily at the old monk who ruined the mood.

Facing Qin Yang's anger, the old monk was not angry, and put his hands together: "The benefactor has a predestined relationship with the poor monk."

"clang!"

The pan made a crisp sound on the bald head again.

"Sorry, I don't have a relationship with you." Qin Yang said.

The old monk smiled slightly: "The almsgiver has the aura of my Buddhism in him, so he must be destined."

"clang!"

The pan falls again.

"I said if there is no fate, then there is no fate. Why don't you give me a magic weapon."

Qin Yang knew that what the other party was talking about was the 'Ancient Buddha Xuanmo Qi' given to him by Nianhua back then, so he was even more vigilant.

Could it be that this old monk wants to collect that Buddha energy?

The old monk shook his head: "The poor monk has no magic weapon, the poor monk just wants to say a word to the benefactor."

"clang!"

The sound between the pan and the bald head is still so crisp and bright.

"Tell me, don't say anything to me in Sanskrit that you don't understand, or something that doesn't sound good, or I will kill you! Look at my fierce eyes, it won't lie!!"

Qin Yang tried his best to widen his eyes and put on a very vicious look.

The old monk smiled and said slowly: "There is still a long road ahead of the benefactor. If... one day the benefactor finds that there is no road ahead, go back. You can't force it."

"clang!"

"It really is such nonsense, explain exactly what it means." Qin Yang said angrily.

The old monk ignored him, but looked at Wangyou, remained silent for a moment, and saluted slightly: "Standing tall doesn't mean you will be lonely, just follow the fate."

Wangyou's delicate body trembled, she looked deeply at the old monk, and also returned the courtesy: "Thank you."

She opened her mouth to ask something, but the old monk turned and left. Qin Yang wanted to catch up, but he couldn't catch up, so he gave up angrily.

It's just that his palms were full of sweat, and his legs were trembling a little.

There's no way, don't look at Qin Yang playing the pan well, it's just a matter of courage. Standing in front of the old monk, he knew for the first time what it means to be insignificant.

It's as if the other party is a universe, and he is just a speck of dust.

"What the hell is this old monk? It's too scary." Qin Yang muttered to himself, his back was already wet with sweat.

Wangyou raised his head and looked at the distant sky, his gaze was gloomy.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze, looked at Qin Yang, and smiled sweetly: "Go and open a room. After eating your six yuan Malatang, I have to make it thirteen times."

-

in the hotel.

Qin Qingqing was lying on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window with her clever eyes, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Too many things happened today, which overturned her cognition.

That mysterious sister Wangyou, that mysterious cousin seemed to have a magical power, attracting her, as if opening a strange door for her.

"Are there really immortals in this world?"

For some reason, thinking of Wangyou's face and demeanor, Qin Qingqing had this seemingly absurd thought in his heart.

She stared at the night sky full of brilliant stars with burning eyes, feeling a little yearning.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, sat up suddenly from the bed, looked at the old monk who appeared beside the bed at some time, but did not shout, just stared at him curiously.

On the other side of the bed, Jiang Meiyu was sleeping soundly...

Unbeknownst to him, there was another person in the room.

(End of this chapter)