General is a Villain

The rings are on and off. They look like a pair, but they look like a pair, as if they will never be separated.

Han Zifei looked at the ring. His eyebrows were full of the vicissitudes of the world: "unexpectedly, I could see this ring. I thought it had been lost and unknown."

"So you did see this ring?" Yi Xiaoqiao put down his tea cup and felt a little nervous for some reason.

About the words the old lady told her before were too ambiguous, which led her to have too many guesses about the ring, so that now hearing the news about the ring can make her happy and look forward to it. She wants to open the curtain in front of her and find out.

Han Zifei didn't hurry to answer her, but put the two rings together and asked, "I don't know who gave you this ring."

Yi Xiaoqiao thought for a moment and said, "it's my mother."

"Your mother?"

Yi Xiaoqiao must nod. The old lady is her mother. She's right.

Han Zifei didn't ask again. He just turned the ring, separated the ring, and said with a slight sigh: "division makes the world safe, and combination makes the world chaotic. Do you know what's the use of this thing?"

Yi Xiaoqiao shook his head.

Han Zifei obviously didn't expect Yi Xiaoqiao to know. He turned the two rings around on his fingertips.

He was old and had chicken skin on his hands. His skin was loose and almost only skin and bones were left, but his fingers were quite flexible. The two rings jumped on the tip of his fingers as if they were going to fall off at any time, but they never fell down, but they were firmly held by him.

"This is the key." For a long time, Han Zifei just whispered a word.

"Key?" Yi Xiaoqiao knew that this was the key, but what was the key on it and what was the use of that thing, but she didn't know. Now she kept scratching like a kitten in her heart, trying to find out the truth quickly, but Han Zifei was really safe and didn't say a word.

He was silent again.

This time it was longer than before.

Yi Xiaoqiao waited quietly. She was already a little impatient. Subconsciously, she thought that he might not have heard the two words he said, or didn't understand that the tone of the two words was a question. She was about to ask again.

Han Zifei suddenly stopped and pinched the ring in his hand again, turning it into a complete ring.

"Good concentration, little girl."

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, silently pursed his lips and smiled. Just now, was his silence testing her? I'm glad I didn't talk much just now. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out now.

"I don't know how flexible your fingers are?" Han Zifei handed over the ring.

Yi Xiaoqiao's finger flexibility is very high.

Her father is a famous brain surgeon. Since childhood, he has paid great attention to cultivating her finger flexibility and hand feeling. Although Yi Xiaoqiao didn't grow up with surgery, he has also practiced for several years and is much better than ordinary people in this regard.

The ring jumped briskly at her fingertips. Although she had just seen it once, Yi Xiaoqiao was still able to make various movements flexibly due to her previous life's experience. A set of movements were like clouds and flowing water. Only the fingertips moved gently, and even the palms rarely moved.

Han Zifei looked at her with a smile, picked up his tea cup and put it in her palm.

The teacup is not big. The whole teacup is not half as big as Yi Xiaoqiao's palm, but the tea inside is full. As long as you are a little careless, the water inside will spill out.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at Han Zifei silently. It was the first time she met this situation. To tell the truth, she was a little nervous.

Han Zifei looked at her lovingly: "try it. It doesn't matter if you sprinkle it."

Yi Xiaoqiao really tried. This time, she was more attentive than last time. She threw herself wholeheartedly on the ring of her finger. The ring is different from turning the pen and other things. The area it can contact is too small, and her finger is too thin. If she is not careful, she may cover it on her finger.

About a minute later, her movement was a little bigger, and the tea in the cup spilled out.

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled and took down the teacup: "failed, let you laugh."

Han Zifei was silent. A moment later, he applauded: "I can't see that your fingers are so flexible, but so stable. It's really a rare pair of hands."

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at her hands. Because of her early perennial work, her hands were not good-looking. Although she had worked hard in recent years and had recovered a lot, she could not compare with her modern hands after all. The fingers of those hands were more flexible and stable than now.

"Little girl, would you like to come into my Han's house?"

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned and raised his eyes: "ah?"

Outside the window, Mu Yi'an clenched his fist nervously and entered Han's house? What does the old man want to do? He dares to hit his woman!

Han Zifei looked at Yi Xiaoqiao lovingly.

Yi Xiaoqiao was so frightened that he whispered, "I have parents..."

Really Yi Lan is her father - we must hold Yi Lan's thigh tightly at the critical moment.

Han Zifei knew that Yi Xiaoqiao had misunderstood this and said, "I don't mean that. I mean, are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Yi Xiaoqiao is more and more surprised. Han Zifei is said to have a lot of research on mechanism technology. Although the Han family doesn't stipulate whether to pass on men or women, it's still very fantastic to pass it on to an outsider.

"Why?" Yi Xiaoqiao asked that if it was the plot in the previous book, Yi Xiaoqiao could understand it. After all, Han Youjun should have died at this time. The Han family has no descendants. Han Zifei wants to find someone to pass on this skill, which is normal, but now Han Youjun is still alive and living more and more lively. It is said that he also began to learn to take charge of the Han family, Now Han Zifei is looking for her to teach these things, which is a little

It's not normal anyway.

Han Zifei looked at Yi Xiaoqiao and sighed helplessly after a long time: "you come with me."

He said, walking out with his hands on his back.

Yi Xiaoqiao got up and followed up. Just before he left, he glanced back at the position of the rear window.

The position of the rear window, the branches and flowers moved for no reason. Her heart sank and she shook her head helplessly.

Yi Xiaoqiao almost found out. The girl is becoming more and more sensitive and her eyes are becoming sharper and sharper.

Mu Yi'an shrank in the shadow of the tree, patted his chest, saw no one around, and quietly followed up again.

Lin Yi squats under the wall with his head in his hands and draws a circle to curse Mu Yi'an. This bastard actually left him here and went in by himself. Can't you take him in? At least let him see a good play or something