The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 208 Master Disciple (46)

The conversation suddenly changed: "Can't sleep? Or are you waiting for me?"

Feng Qingcheng glanced at him lightly, "What do you think?"

Situ Qing choked deeply.

He raised his big hand and flicked the girl's forehead lightly. He rested his chin on the girl's head and rubbed the girl's soft hair. "I haven't seen you all day. Do you miss me?"

Feng Qingcheng didn't even think about it, and said, "I don't want to."

The man's tone was suddenly inexplicably unhappy, "I haven't seen you for a day, you are really not doing your job, you don't even miss your master!"

This tone, this action, are extremely ambiguous.

Feng Qingcheng didn't resist, and leaned obediently in the man's arms, maybe her head was pressed by the man's chin, her voice was a little muffled: "I haven't seen you all day, why do I miss you?"

Situ Qingshen was choked again.

Seeing that Situ Qingshen remained silent for a long time, the girl raised her head, avoided the man's chin on her head without a trace, and blinked lazily: "I said, do you like me?"

The directness of Feng Qingcheng's words once again made Situ Qingshen not know how to answer.

The expression on his handsome face changed slightly, and then returned to normal, and he said an ambiguous answer: "Since I have accepted you as an apprentice, how could I not like you?"

In fact, Situ Qingshen also wanted to say: There is an inexplicable attraction on your body, which makes me forget your age, and I just want to get close to you and get close to you.

But he buried all these words in his heart, and he had a premonition that if he was too direct, Feng Qingcheng would be scared away.

Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

The man's eyes were deep, and his eyes were as endless as a deep pool. He stared at the girl's face, with a slight smile on his thin lips.

Feng Qingcheng played with the fingers of her slender hand. How could she not feel the gaze of the man in front of her, but she ignored it on purpose, she thought for a while, and asked: "Situ Qingshen... No, master, you are more than ten years old ?”

The girl's language was polite, and Situ Qingshen frowned uncomfortably, but he still said, "Nineteen."

Feng Qingcheng took a rare look at him, "Well, 19 years old...11 years older than me, the master can be my uncle!"

The girl looked a little weird, Situ Qing frowned, how could he not understand what she meant, this little girl, in a cute tone, hinted that he was overstepping, the relationship between master and apprentice should not be so close.

He raised his big hand again, and flicked the girl's bang-less forehead more vigorously, "I feel that the age gap between my teacher and you is not that big."

Shameless!
Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, doing hooligan things and talking about talented people, it's just... so sanctimonious!Ah bah, duplicity!

Annoyed in her heart, but Feng Qingcheng's face was still calm, and she fought back: "The master thinks it's not big, but the apprentice thinks that the difference of 11 years is very big."

Is he that bad?
Situ Qing touched his nose deeply, thinking that the little girl has a lot of eyes and a sharp mouth, she doesn't look like she is only eight years old, she is really mature.

But it was this old age that made him subconsciously think that Feng Qingcheng and him should be about the same age.

In fact, her sophistication is not like pretending sophistication, but really sophistication!

No matter what kind of old-fashioned it is, it's a damn old-fashioned one!

He lived nineteen years,
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(End of this chapter)