Almighty flower care master

"Qin Yang, what is this thing? Why is it shaped so strangely? Is it something from a temple? Where did you get it?" Han Xue asked several questions in a row, with a puzzled face.

"Yes, brother-in-law, this one is made of gold. It's so heavy. It should be very valuable?" Yan Keke's big eyes blinked, looking at this Vajra Buddha, the beautiful grape-like eyeballs shone , I knew at first glance that I didn't have any good ideas.

After Qin Yang returned to the villa, he studied it alone for a long time, but he was still unable to resonate with this Vajra Buddha again. After Han Xue and Yan Keke came home from school and had dinner together, he took it out for them to see. Look, try to see if the two of them can see anything different, but obviously, Han Xue and Yan Keke didn't see anything.

Qin Yang was a little unwilling, and asked, "Didn't you see anything?"

"What do you see? Isn't it a statue made of gold?" Han Xue said with a curled lip. She is not a devout Buddhist believer, and she doesn't have much awe of Buddha, so she said this very casually.

"Ke Ke, what about you? Did you see anything?" Qin Yang asked.

"I saw a lot of small money, brother-in-law, why don't you give this to me, I like it very much." Yan Keke said with a smile.

Qin Yang was speechless. He was really afraid that Yan Keke would take this thing out to exchange money while he was not paying attention. He closed the box and wanted to put it away and study it slowly. Suddenly, Yan Keke left the sofa and walked outside. Go, calling out sweetly: "Mommy, why are you here?"

Mrs. Qingcheng was wearing a moon-white cheongsam and a black scarf. The cheongsam was dotted with purple lotus flowers. She looked graceful and charming. As she walked, the lotus flowers seemed to be Blooming with the wind, the beauty is indescribable.

She walked all the way, as if walking in a painting, but that painting could not fully accommodate her beauty.

But the noble and compassionate expression on Mrs. Qingcheng's face was even more shocking than that of the lotus flower. Qin Yang couldn't move his eyes when he glanced at it.

After a few days of absence, Mrs. Qingcheng seems to have become more beautiful again.

Could it be that this woman was transformed by a fox spirit?

"Auntie, come and sit down, I'll pour you tea." Han Xue said courteously.

Mrs. Qingcheng nodded, pulled Yan Keke over, casually sat down opposite Qin Yang, and said to Qin Yang, "How is the matter resolved?"

Mrs. Qingcheng has an elegant personality. Although Qin Yang has seen it with his own eyes, it still gives Qin Yang a feeling that he is not like a person in the world. He did not expect Mrs. Qingcheng to be so concerned about this matter, so he smiled. Laughing, said: "It will be over soon."

"If you need it, you can come to me, I can still do something." Mrs. Qingcheng said.

"Looking for you?" Qin Yang was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Mrs. Qingcheng. Just saying such words, Mrs. Qingcheng's expression was still peaceful, without any superfluous emotions.

Qin Yang smiled cheerfully and said, "Okay."

He has personally experienced the power of Mrs. Qingcheng. If Mrs. Qingcheng is willing to help him, one day he dislikes a certain guy and asks Mrs. Qingcheng to look at that person, that person will die. What a wonderful thing.

Beauty kills, even the police can't catch anything.

After Mrs. Qingcheng said this, she stopped talking, took the tea handed over by Han Xue, and drank it quietly. She is an elegant woman down to the bone, and there is no need to deliberately whitewash anything, just to give people a kind of "Fairy" feeling.

And as Mrs. Qingcheng came in, Han Xue and Yan Keke also sat upright, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. Obviously, both of them were learning from Mrs. Qingcheng's feeling.

It's just that, apart from the fairy-like face, Han Xue and Yan Keke are obviously lacking in the traces left on their bodies by time and experience... Although they have learned a little bit of fur, the elegant and peaceful air that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is actually It cannot be imitated, and it cannot be imitated. It is a bit like a toddler in Handan.

This chapter is played by hand)

Yan Keke's personality was unrestrained, and after learning for a while, she lost her composure, her big eyes rolled around a few times, hugged Mrs. Qingcheng's arm, and said delicately: "Mommy, my brother-in-law picked up the baby from outside." When a Buddha comes back, I ask him to give it to others, but he refuses, how petty it is.”

"Buddha?" Mrs. Qingcheng said.

Qin Yang slapped his head and scolded himself for being an idiot, yes, he thought about finding Han Xue and Yan Keke, Xia Ye, Tang Mingyue, Zhu Ruosha, and even Lin Weiwei, but why did he forget Mrs. Qingcheng? ?

Could it be because those mentioned above are all his women, but Mrs. Qingcheng is not.

But it's not right, Yan Keke is obviously not.

Is it possible that such thoughts have always existed in my bones?

Qin Yang took a sneak peek at Yan Keke's white and tender little face, which could squeeze out a ball of water with a light pinch, clean brows and eyes, innocent and innocent - she is indeed a little girl who can arouse the desire for protection.

However, I am obviously not.

Qin Yang broke into a sweat, quickly gathered his mind, hugged the box, and said to Mrs. Qingcheng: "Sister Qingcheng, please help me look at this thing."

Qin Yang has always called Mrs. Qingcheng Sister Qingcheng, and Han Xue called Mrs. Qingcheng Auntie. His seniority is a bit messed up by him. Even though he has been called many times, at this time, Mrs. Qingcheng is still the same. Wei Wei felt uncomfortable: "Oh, what is it?"

"A Buddha!" ​​Qin Yang opened the box.

As soon as the box was opened, a blue light pierced into the eyes instantly, Madam Qingcheng's face changed drastically, and she said in a low voice, "Qin Yang, where did you get such a thing!"

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"Bang bang... bang bang..."

A few knocks on the door sounded, Xu Wanlong knew An Yiqing's habit very well, he pushed the door and went in before waiting for a response from inside.

After entering, he turned around and closed the door softly, and walked inside.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a pure white Italian carpet. An Yiqing sat cross-legged on the carpet, facing the sky full of stars, unable to see her appearance clearly.

Beside him, there was a glass and an empty red wine bottle, and there was a faint fragrance of wine in the air.

Before he came in, An Yiqing had already finished a whole bottle of red wine.

Drinking alone is not a good habit. A foreign psychologist has done a survey on this. It is believed that 80.00% of people who drink alone are in a bad mood, broken-hearted or unemployed, and 18.00% are in a bad mood. Yes, a glass of red wine is needed to celebrate, and the other two percent, for no other reason, are pure alcoholics.

An Yiqing is an extremely restrained person, so he is naturally not an alcoholic.

Moreover, in the past few days, so many things have happened in Lan Hai, An Yiqing's mood is really not much better.

Then there is only one reason, his mood is very bad, or rather, very bad.

Xu Wanlong took a few steps forward, bent down to help the wine bottle up, and asked softly, "What are you looking at, Young Master?"

"Look at the stars." An Yiqing said.

"See what?" Xu Wanlong continued to ask.

"Do you have to see something?" An Yiqing turned her head, her thin lips curled slightly, and she asked with a frown.

Xu Wanlong smiled wryly.

An Yiqing said again: "People like us have been studying since birth, for money, for power, for fame, for women... no matter what we do, even if it is a word, an action, or even It's an expression and a look, all of which have a purpose... It's a pity, since I don't know when, we have lost that kind of pure happiness."

Xu Wanlong still smiled wryly, feeling that An Yiqing was a little strange tonight.

You know, in the past, An Yiqing would never say such things to him. An Yiqing is more used to being a leader and ordering him forcefully to do what he wants to accomplish. <Sorrowful autumn, or in other words, crying while reading a romance novel, is not suitable for An Yiqing, or even a bit awkward.

Could it be that his arm was injured and his heart became fragile.

In the hotel, under the blow of the killer, An Yiqing's arm was seriously injured, and a large piece of flesh was almost cut off to expose the bones, but An Yiqing did not stay in the hospital, and returned to the residence after a simple bandage .

He is an insecure person, and the hospital can't give him a sense of security. Only he can give himself a sense of security.

An Yiqing looked at Xu Wanlong and asked, "You must be thinking, I shouldn't say such a thing, right?"

"I..." Xu Wanlong hesitated.

Before he finished speaking, An Yiqing said: "Actually, I also feel that I shouldn't say such things. It's not like me. I hate myself like this."

What he said was very serious and pious, like a person who worshiped himself devoutly, the mountain in his heart collapsed.

But it was not suitable for him to say such words, so it seemed awkward and weird, and Xu Wanlong didn't know how to reply.

An Yiqing smiled and waved for Xu Wanlong to sit down.

Xu Wanlong sat down beside An Yiqing, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Young Master, do you think what happened today is worth it?"

"It's worth it!" An Yiqing nodded firmly.

"But, you yourself have suffered such serious injuries." Xu Wanlong said.

"A man who is not cruel enough to himself, how can he be cruel to others?" An Yiqing said jokingly.

Xu Wanlong said worriedly: "I'm just worried about whether it will be useful. The most important thing is, will Qin Yang believe it?"

"Why doesn't he believe it?" An Yiqing asked sharply. At this moment, his face and the corners of his eyes were full of hostility!