Evil Boss Comes Again

Qingchen exhaled a breath, regardless of her, turned back to his room.

Yan Qingyi continued to follow him, and was not afraid of his anger. Anyway, in Buddhism, as long as she didn't do too much, those monks would not be angry with her. Yan Yi couldn't do this. She felt that he always carried his anger on him. Once she provoked him, he would show his face to her!

Therefore, she will not be afraid of dust will be angry!

Qingchen sleeps alone. His meditation room is in the east courtyard behind the Mahavira hall. In addition to living alone in this courtyard, there are also the little monk and his senior brother!

At this time, there was no one else in the east courtyard, only Qingchen and Yan Qingyi, so it seemed very quiet.

Yan Qingyi also didn't expect that Qingxin temple had only the front courtyard and the courtyard where the host was. Unexpectedly, there was another one in the East. If she didn't come here, she really didn't think of it!

Yan Qingyi enters the clean room. His room is very tidy. There are neatly folded bedclothes on the bed. Opposite the bed is a wardrobe. In the middle is a gray square table with a pot of tea and four tea cups on it. To put it better, it is neat. If not, it is shabby!

However, monks don't pay attention to enjoying life. Therefore, they don't care whether the room is poor or not. It's the life they should live as monks!

Qingchen thought that she followed her to the door and left. Unexpectedly, she came in. However, the other side was a benefactor. He could not say anything, nor drive her away, so he didn't care about her.

He went to the table and sat down. After pouring a cup of tea, his eyes returned to Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingyi stood in the room and looked around, as if everything here was very strange to her. Touching here and there was like a child who had found a lot of toys!

Qingchen doesn't know why he is. For Yan Qingyi now, he is happy. Yes, he is happy. He wants to see Yan Qingyi like this. He wants to see her smiling face!

He knows that these emotions can't appear in him, but he can't control himself. The more he controls, the stronger he feels towards her!

"Qingchen, what do you do every day?" Yan Qingyi looked at Qingchen, who was sitting on the stool, with a bent eyebrow and a sincere smile, "Qingchen, are you not bored every day?"

"Chanting." Dust light way, "not boring."

Qingchen is too serious. Every time Yan Qingyi asks him a question, he always answers it without expression. But sometimes, she felt that he was not so cold, just like now, she saw a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

Yan Qingyi chuckled and went to him. He took a stool and sat down beside him.

The word "monk" has already taken root in Qingchen's heart. Since she is a monk, she should know whether men and women should accept or not, and know what a monk should have. As soon as she sat down beside him, he moved the stool to the other side!

Yan Qingyi didn't think so, but chuckled.

Yan Qing clothes hand holding chin, looking at his regular appearance, the smile in the eyes is more rich.

"Qingchen, how long have you been here?"

"Fifteen years."

Fifteen years, this is really a long time. If she had lived here for 15 years, she would have been clamoring to return to the secular world.