My Prince Has Farmlands

This booklet is not bought. It is self-made by qixingyun. All the pages are blank. Qixingyun usually likes to write and draw on the booklet.

What to do every day and how to progress.

What to do the next day, the expected progress and the compensation estimate will be clearly written, so this is a schedule.

Chi Ziyu doesn't like writing plans very much. She knows it well, but it's mainly because she's lazy.

So she always thought qixingyun was a very patient person.

This man has a lot of business in his hands. If he accumulates miscellaneous things, he can easily get confused. Sometimes it's important to keep more records.

Forgive Chi Ziyu for not being able to do such self-discipline and such a difficult thing. Let's leave it to her super invincible and smart husband. In fact, she just needs to be the boss's wife in peace of mind.

"Turning over my records again." Qixingyun came in and saw the familiar scene and said angrily from a distance.

"I'll see. I don't cheat."

"I wish you were cheating, but you're lazy."

Qixingyun sat aside, and the fragrance of bath beans immediately penetrated into the lungs of Chi Ziyu, which was very comfortable.

"Although I'm lazy, I'm not confused, hee hee."

"Sample." Qixingyun poked her forehead and said, "a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Writing more is always good."

Chi Ziyu shook his head. "I really hate writing and painting. I like to do it myself."

Originally, the words she wrote were not good-looking. If she learned qixingyun, took a small book to record every day, and saw her big words with teeth and claws every day, Chi Ziyu would hate to die.

Qi Xingyun took the person into his arms, kissed her forehead and said, "you... OK, don't write if you don't like writing.

Do what you want to do, write and draw, and leave it to me. "

Chi Ziyu's eyes were still glued on the book and murmured, "Xianggong, why are your words so beautiful..."

"I practiced as a child and copied many famous calligraphy and paintings when I was a child."

"You must have lived in a very good home when you were a child..." Chi Ziyu said unconsciously. After saying that, he felt inappropriate and changed his mind. "Sure enough, a good child should be cultivated from childhood. In the future, I will also cultivate our child to make him better."

Qixingyun slowly rubbed her soft black hair, sighed gently and said, "do you really want to know what I experienced when I was a child?"

"No." Chi Ziyu quickly shook his head, looked up at him seriously and said, "I don't want to at all. You don't have to tell me."

Not without curiosity, but when she understood that qixingyun's childhood was his unspeakable scar, she didn't intend to uncover his scar.

She hoped that he could slowly forget those unbearable memories in the future.

No matter how painful it used to be, at least such a thing will never happen again. She will protect his memory and prevent him from getting hurt.

Qixingyun looked at her steadily. A trace of intolerance flashed across her eyebrows. Thousands of thoughts passed by and wanted to speak.

Chi Ziyu pretended to easily change the topic, "by the way, I forgot to tell you something."

Qixingyun is a little funny. Unexpectedly, she is more sensitive than herself in this matter, "what is it?"