My Boss, the White-haired Nun

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It was already evening when they found Otto.

After the little blond boy got lost with Kallen, he walked all the way, and finally got lost in the mountains and forests.Even for Gong Ming, it was only when the sun was about to set that he found Otto in a corner with tears and snot in his face and a barbecue grill in his hand.

Perhaps Otto himself felt a little ashamed of this appearance, but Gong Ming calmed him down without much effort.Then the three of them fished and made a fire by the stream in the back mountain, and had a picnic.

By the time everything was over, the sky was completely dark.

After drinking and eating, the three of them just lay casually on the hillside. Karen laughed and hugged Gong Ming's neck and lay in his arms. Originally, Otto hid aside with disgust on his face, but later Gong Ming After twisting the back collar of the clothes and pulling them over, he curled up in his arms.

In this seldom-visited mountain forest, there were only the voices of the three chatting.

"I'm full...the taste is really good..."

"Karen, you haven't done today's training, have you? Oh, oh, oh, don't pull my hair, please, let's stop practicing. My little aunt..."

"Otto, do you know? I'm actually very happy today. You finally came up with a commendable work... No, I really didn't laugh at you. What's wrong with the grill? Don't you look down on the grill? Let me tell you , Of all the inventions you have made since your life, none of them can compare to this barbecue grill in your hand."

"Invention is of course looking forward, but you can't jump too hard, can you? Looking far is based on the foundation that you have already stood high enough. When you have not yet laid the foundation, it is better to be pragmatic. , pay attention to something closer to life... Oh, Karen, don't kick him, I'm talking about business..."

"Okay, okay, your cake, your cake, can I help you make it tomorrow? No problem, isn't it just strawberry flavor. Uh, durian? Are you sure you want to eat that?"

"Is there anything Little Otto wants? Well, I recently saw a green hat with fox earrings... No? Don't forget it, I'll save a fortune... Tsk, don't worry , anyway, it is a gift chosen for you, how can you say that you don’t buy it and don’t buy it, you can’t change your arrogant temperament..."

That night, the three of them just looked at the night sky like that, the moonlight sprinkled from the sky, the stars were colorful and bright, and the Milky Way was gorgeous and dazzling.

Until the two little ones in my arms couldn't stand the night and gradually fell asleep.Gong Ming took off his coat and covered them.

Looking at Otto, who was huddled in a ball and quietly, and Karen, who was kicking around with her short legs so dishonestly even when she was asleep, Gong Ming couldn't help showing a slight smile on his face.

It was a kind of smile that seemed to overflow from the heart when watching their children grow up slowly.Gentle and bright, like sunshine in spring.

"so good……"

PS:

This is a bonus episode, and I paid it back.Please take a break from today's text...

I owe you a correction of the text, and I will find a chance to make it up later.

I once heard people say that a professional writer is the degree to which he can write what he wants stably no matter what the situation is.

Then I don't think I can reach this level.

I've had three cans of beer tonight because I'm... lovelorn?

Hehe, I don't know either.

To be honest, I really wrote this chapter with mixed feelings... and it is indeed out of standard.

I said the other day that an author should move yourself first, and then move your readers.

I said yes to someone else's candy, but it was clearly expired and didn't even make me laugh.

Looking at it this way, I really failed...

forget it. I'm done here.

Good night everyone.

Chapter 70 Preparation

"Why did you stay up late again?"

At five o'clock in the morning, in Gong Ming's dimly lit office, which was lit by a small desk lamp on the table, a dark purple figure quietly appeared behind him with a faint fragrance and purple petals that seemed to bloom from the void. .

"Isn't staying up late a daily routine?" Gong Ming didn't turn his head. He put on his glasses and leaned closer to the light on the table, carefully looking at the handwriting on the document, then lowered his head, picked up a pen and made annotations on it one by one.

"I'm an alchemist, and I want to cultivate immortality."

"Speaking of which, why do you have time to come to my side? Bronya is asleep?"

"Well, Sister Bronya has already rested." Xier's little feet in purple high heels moved gracefully, but the steps landed without making a sound, like a black cat walking at night, exuding a kind of nobility And elegant breath.

"How was your last injury?"

The Herrscher is the aspect of God, the Son of God, or a part of God.They are born noble, mysterious, arrogant, and powerful.Because that was originally a vocabulary created to modify gods.

Although the nature is different, the quasi-hersher also inherits this nature.Even the half-baked Yuno Saizono knew how to be arrogant and contemptuous of mortals, let alone Xier.

Although she seldom expressed it, it was because most of the time she faced Gong Ming.In fact, for Xi'er, she can force those mortals who don't have much ability to resist in front of her until they are burned dry. If she does that, there will be no problems in this world.

One of the reasons for not doing this is because she doesn't want to, because of her kind nature.

The second is because of disdain.She doesn't much like to grant those mortals the grace to see her.

In this way, the shameless and shameless Gong Ming is indeed an outlier in this group.

"My..." Gong Ming paused, "...Gong Ming never does things with injuries."

He lowered his head to write and draw on the copy, and then pulled out a book several centimeters thick from one side, raised his hand to open it, and began to read.

"Yes, yes, our lord Gong Ming is the most powerful." Xi'er lay on the back of his chair, stretched out her white and tender hands to play with Gong Ming's long hair scattered behind her back, and tugged casually.

"Don't move, it's itchy." Gong Ming's face remained unchanged, but he complained.He shook his head, pulling his hair out of her grasp.

"By the way, have you done what I asked you to help with last time?" He tidied up the documents in his hand and turned back to ask.