shock!The eldest daughter, she tore up the script of the wealthy cannon fodder

Hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao seemed to have thought of something and lowered her eyes.

A muffled voice passed over.

"But... maybe some people don't like it."

As she said that, she picked up the wine bottle and poured herself a glass of wine, and laughed, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm in a good mood. It's a long time to come anyway, today is your birthday, don't talk about me anymore, let's have a drink, by the way. Tell me if you have any romantic experiences abroad."

Changqing frowned when he heard the busy tone on the phone, but then he just put the phone in his pocket and walked into the side hall.

Changsong, who was standing at the entrance of the temple, glanced at him.

"Senior Brother, why don't you give me your phone so that I don't interrupt your lecture later."

Changqing took out his mobile phone and was about to hand it to him when he seemed to think of something and retracted his hand.

"No need." He said calmly, "I'll just keep it myself."

Changsong:?
what happened?

When I just answered the phone, I was obviously very angry.

Changqing returned to his seat and picked up the book just now.

"Quiet, let's continue the lecture."

The people below heard Chang Qing's much colder tone and looked at each other.

"Eldest brother, what's going on? Has something happened? Why did he become so fierce after going out?"

"I don't know." The man lowered his voice and replied, "Maybe something happened in the temple?"

"That's right. Senior brother is usually the most just and kind-hearted. He must be acting like this when he encounters something unfair."

He Yun listened to the discussion below and looked at Changqing quietly.

Changqing continued to talk about the book in his hand without realizing it.

"To cultivate one's self and cultivate one's nature, the first thing is to cultivate one's body. To save one's body every day, one needs to hold one's breath and concentrate one's mind."

"The first is to have a calm mind. Only when the mind is calm can you breathe out spiritual energy and wash away the turbidity."

He said that his heart was clear and his energy was pure, but Changqing couldn't calm down now.

It was like there was an unknown fire pressing down on his chest, making his whole body feel hot.

very annoying.

This inexplicable emotion also affected his expression and tone.

He spoke faster and faster, and his expression became colder and colder.

In the end, He Yun couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand.

"Taoist Master."

Changqing looked at him with cold eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm not feeling well today, can I go back first?"

Changqing pondered for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "That's it for today, let's break up the class."

Disciples:? ? ?

No.

Is this the end?
Inside the Fuying Club.

This is already the second game of the Dai Jing team.

The atmosphere in the club is livelier and more intense.

The children from the rich family were no longer restrained and all had fun.

After a while, Dai Jing drank too much and was helped to the room to rest by others while staggering.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wen Jiaojiao made a show of leaving.

But he was stopped by everyone.

Everyone joked:
"It's only one o'clock. Sister Jiaojiao is leaving so soon?"

"That's right, I've called you out for the first time in so long, why don't you play more?"

"You're not going to find the man you talked about, are you? What's so good about him? Why not play more with us?"

Wen Jiaojiao curled her lips and said, "Who's going to look for him? I just feel a little sleepy and want to go back to sleep."

A man next to her pushed her down.

"Why don't you just follow me? Play two more rounds with us."

Helpless, Wen Jiaojiao had no choice but to join the drinking party again.

These people seemed determined to get her drunk, pouring white wine and foreign wine for her. After three rounds of drinking, Wen Jiaojiao was completely exhausted and lay on the sofa, panting.

"No, I can't. I really can't drink anymore. Please let me go."

"Tsk, Sister Jiaojiao, look at you. You don't go out to play anymore and your drinking capacity is getting smaller. You can't do this."

"The last drink, really the last drink."

"I--"

The man tried to drink Wen Jiaojiao down.

Wen Jiaojiao no longer had the strength to resist.

Just when he was about to launch a fire to deal with this group of lawless people, the box door was pushed open.

In the mottled light and shadow, Wen Jiaojiao seemed to see a familiar figure walking towards her.

"long--"

Wen Jiaojiao became confused, but everyone around her was dumbfounded.

This group of people drank a lot, and when they saw the person coming, they kept rubbing their eyes.

"Mom, did I see a god?"

"Who is this person?"

"It looks like he's still wearing a Taoist robe. Why is the actor here?"

Changqing ignored everyone's scrutinizing glances, walked straight to Wen Jiaojiao, and coldly uttered two words - "Go back."

Wen Jiaojiao shook her head, "No, I'm so tired, I want to sleep here."

Changqing's brows furrowed even more tightly.

When he was about to step forward and drag the person away, the man next to him stood up and pushed him hard.

"Who are you? Why are you touching my Jiaojiao?"

Changqing's cold eyes glanced over, "My family? What's your relationship with her?"

The man was stunned and stammered, "She, of course she is my god-sister."

Changqing looked away and wanted to continue dragging Wen Jiaojiao.

The man was drunk and pestered him relentlessly.

Changqing completely lost his patience, turned his hand into a palm, and knocked the man to the ground. Then he lifted Wen Jiaojiao on his shoulders and walked away in the shocked eyes of everyone in the box.

Ever since, this strange scene appeared on the highway on the outskirts of the city——

A man in a monk's robe strolled along the road, holding a whisk in one hand and carrying a drunk woman in heavy makeup and short skirts in the other.

This strange combination is hard not to catch your eye.

When the seventeenth person looked back at them, Changqing put Wen Jiaojiao down, took off his robe and wrapped it around her.

Then he took out his mobile phone, tapped on the keyboard, and dialed someone's number.

After ringing for a full minute, a lazy voice came from the other end.

"Changqing? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Do you care if your friend drinks too much?"

Jiang Li was puzzled, "What kind of friend?"

"Wen Jiaojiao."

After the words fell, Wen Jiaojiao on the side seemed to wake up after hearing her name, and rushed forward to hug Chang Qing's leg.

"Are you the male model Jingjing ordered for me? You are indeed much more handsome than the previous one. Little brother, what's your name?"

Changqing: "."

His face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water.

Even Jiang Li on the other end of the phone seemed to notice it.

But she burst out laughing.

Changqing, Changqing.

You have today too.

What a turn of events!

Thinking of this, Jiang Li let out a long yawn.

"I have an exam soon. I have been busy reviewing these days and have no time. Wen Jiaojiao will ask you to take care of me. Good night."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without mercy. (End of chapter)