Quick wear, the boss behind the scenes is too mysterious

Chapter 1310 She Is My Ghost, I Am Her Person ([-])
Not only straight male cancer, but also broken mouth.

Bai Qing and him looked at each other for a few hours, and Ling asked in a daze, "Why are you looking at me like this? Am I not right?"

Bai Qing, "..." My brother is right!

"Eh?" She was just about to pick up a pencil to write down the letter of guarantee requested by Xiao Ling, when a pair of soft white hands suddenly gently cupped her face.

Then, the little boy stood up unsteadily from Bai Qing's arms, approaching her face.

A pair of big sparkling eyes stared at Bai Qing's pupils slightly wide open, and murmured with a sigh of surprise, "Your eyes are very beautiful... and there is a little sense of familiarity."

Bai Qing, "..."

Stupid and cute little brat.

She raised her hand and patted Xiaoling's back, "Sit down obediently and don't fall down later."

"I won't fall." Shi Ling giggled, "Because you're holding me." As he said that, he instantly put on a white and tender face, "If you want me to fall, I will But I will be angry. If I am angry, I will not forgive you, so you can't let go."

Bai Qing smiled stiffly.

Cute enough to strangle ×2.

After muttering this long paragraph, Xiao Ling tilted his head, stepping on Bai Qing's legs and slowly turned around, then sat down on her lap, raised his fleshy feet, Twist happily.

"Let's write." He raised his finger and pointed to the paper on the table, "You must write neatly."

The smile that froze at the corner of Bai Qing's mouth twitched a few times.

She is used to writing consecutive characters, who will save her?
"Hurry up!" Seeing that Bai Qing didn't move, Xiaoling turned to look at her anxiously, "Hurry up and write, you have to learn to seize the opportunities I give you!"

Bai Qing, "..."

There are so many words.

Feeling sad, she picked up the pencil and tried her best not to let the strokes connect, but...

"Oh!" Xiao Ling picked up the eraser and made a gesture to erase the three words written by Bai Qing, frowning and demanded sternly, "Your writing is so ugly! You can't do this!"

"It's almost done." Bai Qing held his hand holding the eraser, brows twitched, "I'm a ghost who has lived for almost 5000 years, so it would be great if I could write for you!"

"Oh!" Xiao Ling stared in surprise, "So you are so old? Then why are you still so young?"

Bai Qing, "...Because I looked like this when I died, and ghosts don't grow old."

"Ah..." When Xiao Ling heard this, he felt a little stuffy and pursed his mouth inexplicably, "Then you are so pitiful, do you want me to hug you?"

Bai Qing rejected the limp body he wanted to approach, and said with a smile, "You don't need to comfort me, as long as you don't ask me to write, I will thank you."

"That can't be done!" Xiaoling is very serious about writing, "You can only be a good person if you write well. Although you are not a human anymore, you still have to work hard to be a good ghost. So you must write well! "

"..."

This is crooked enough!

"You must write." Xiao Ling, who saw Bai Qing's reluctance, said, "I will guide you to write."

Bai Qing felt so congested that she wanted to shut herself up.

The feeling of driving ducks to the shelves is really uncomfortable!
"Look." Xiaoling had already pulled out a pencil from the pen holder, and wrote a word stroke by stroke on the lined paper, and he still didn't forget to turn around and teach Bai Qing, "You have to write like this That's right."

(End of this chapter)