President's Private Spoil Rule

Fu Qingyu didn't want to think about anything. She had just been with Zuo Shaoqing and had just determined that he was the only one in her life. She doesn't want such a small thing to affect her mood.

Yes, little things!

Follow up. Zuo Shaoqing is also thinking about her safety. What if it happens again that night, and what if it happens again that night?

Although Zuo Shaoqing didn't say hello to herself in advance, she was also good for her. She understood.

Even if she was drugged, Zuo Shaoqing's people were following her that night. Isn't that just right? Anyway, she wanted to sleep with Zuo Shaoqing and just made her sleep with him.

Yes, everything Zuo Shaoqing did was right.

you 're right!

Fu Qingyu affirmed in her heart.

Fu Qingyu tried to ignore the little discomfort in her heart, but because of that little discomfort, she was very eager to return to Y country to see him face to face as soon as possible.

As long as she sees Zuo Shaoqing's face, she will feel nothing uncomfortable.

No, just listen.

Fu Qingyu pulled out the phone without hesitation. There was a blind sound on the phone.

Fu Qingyu looked at her mobile phone and said to herself, "by the way, he's going to country f today..."

"If only I could hear his voice..."

White Bruce Lee's sarcastic voice sounded: "what will happen if you hear his voice?"?? Can you continue to deceive yourself and others that those tracking and investigations do not exist? "

Fu Qingyu choked and then reacted. It turned out that she had just said it unconsciously.

Fu Qingyu waved lightly: "nothing. You may not have been in love, I don't know. Usually the person in love is me, but I have no IQ. So don't discuss such a difficult topic with me. "

White Bruce Lee said coldly, "so, when you fall in love, don't you want the Green Eagle?"

"I didn't say that." Fu Qingyu was annoyed. "Just make me happy. What will happen in two days?"

"Not much!" White Bruce Lee said, "I'm just doing what I should do. As the successor of the future elder, I have the obligation to urge you, as the leader of the sect, to consider everything in the sect. "

"I have thought for the Green Eagle."

"You didn't!" Bai Xiaolong's voice became colder and harder. "Chen Qian and Liu Xiong, the two most suspected murderers of the former guild leader, have left country y successively. Qing and mastiff dogs are out now. There is only one red in the headquarters. Once something really happens, how to deal with it. She can't decide at all. The guild leader always sits in the headquarters. But you, for a potted flower and a man, throw down the Green Eagle and run to this foreign country. "

Fu Qingyu walked along the path to the temple without expression, ignoring the voice of white Bruce Lee like a fly.

She never thought that white Bruce Lee, who always talked the least, would be so annoying.

It was not until he entered the temple that Fu Qingyu recovered from hearing loss.

As soon as Fu Qingyu saw the thin old monk in cassock coming out of the inner hall with steady steps, he immediately felt very kind.

The old monk invited Fu Qingyu to the backyard in fluent Chinese. Fu Qingyu sincerely praised the old monk's language talent.

The little monk on one side was very proud: "it is not uncommon for our master to travel all over the world and discuss the profound meaning of Buddhism with mages all over the world. He can speak many languages."

Compared with the little monk's pride, the old monk is very modest: "Lao ne is older than the little benefactor. It's not surprising that he can know more."

Fu Qingyu bent down and kept bowing, very polite: "I'm not Shi, my name is Fu, my name is Fu Qingyu."

Bai Xiaolong felt ashamed, but he had to remind her: "benefactor, it's a layman who doesn't become a monk, not just you."

"Oh, I see." Fu Qingyu suddenly realized, "in the eyes of the monk, you and I are the same."

Don't turn your head, "who will be like you."

While talking, he unconsciously raised his lips. At least, he had the same time as her.

"Old..." Fu Qingyu thought about it. She didn't know what to call such an old monk. The old monk didn't seem very polite. He just called himself an old man. She wanted to call him that, but she had to be steady just because "donor" made a joke.

Fu Qingyu stabbed Bai Xiaolong and whispered, "how can I call him?"

White Bruce Lee whispered, "master."

Fu Qingyu bowed again: "old master, when can I see youtan Borneo?"

The old monk stood in front of a towering tree: "little benefactor, this is the flower of Buddha, youtan Borra flower."

Fu Qingyu looked up. The tree was a big tree. It was high into the sky and couldn't see the top.

But flowers

Fu Qingyu opened her eyes: "is this the youtan Borneo?"

Fu Qingyu was surprised to see the small white fluorescent flowers on the tree pole. She saw the flower in the picture. The shape is right. But it's too small.

No wonder she just saw the whole porphyrin shining, and thought it was the action of sunlight. It seems to be the function of flowers.

That little flower, densely around the tree pole, the branches grow, as if plated with a layer of holy light, very sacred.

But how can she take such flowers back? How did Zuo Shaoqing see it?

The old monk seemed to have a pair of insight into the world, saw through her thoughts very sharply, and said lovingly: "since the little benefactor came from a long way, I have something to associate with the little benefactor."

Fu Qingyu stared at the tree, considering where to start, saw it down a little, and pretended to take it away.

When the old monk handed the box to Fu Qingyu, Fu Qingyu looked up at the tree and asked, "old master, can I cut off a broken branch and go back?"

White Bruce Lee stabbed her again: "cough!"

Fu Qingyu came back to see him: "what's the matter?"

In the twinkling of an eye, I saw the old monk holding a ten exquisite glass box, one foot square, containing a small branch. The branch was full of a layer of youtanboro flowers, shining holy light in the glass box.

"How beautiful!" Fu Qingyu pointed to his nose, "this, give it to me?"

The old monk handed the glass box to her hand and said, "give it to someone."

Without saying a word, Fu Qingyu held the box in his arms: "I'm the one who has fate. I have to."

The old monk looked at her and smiled lovingly.

"Thank you, old master." Fu Qingyu wheezed out of his pocket and handed him a long signed check. "Old master, this is my heart. Thank you very much."

White Bruce Lee said, "monks don't touch money. They should put it in the merit box outside."

"Oh, good." Fu Qingyu was about to go out with the box in her arms.

The old monk said, "thank you, I've received it. Little benefactor, you don't have to spend any more money. "

"When did you receive it?"

The old monk is very profound: "everything is due to Dharma. I will know it when I should be due."