My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"What?!" The Second Herrscher suddenly widened his eyes. "Ten seconds ago, you promised me and me that you would not kill me in the future!"

"Forehead--"

"Big pig's trotters!!!"

……

"Still angry..."

That night, the hotel.

Gong Ming looked at Xilin, who was sitting there sulking in her pajamas after taking a shower, with a complicated expression on her face.

"Is that what I said to you? As for this look?"

"Humph!"

The girl with the towel on was sitting cross-legged on her bed, with her arms folded across her chest, and she turned her head to one side without even looking at Gong Ming.

Beside her, the young white dragon seemed to have forgotten how the morning incident happened. He firmly stood at the same position as his master, turned his head to the same direction as Sirin, and hugged her. His own tail looked ashamed.

"alright."

Seeing this, Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders, put on his pajamas and lay on his bed, opened a corner of the quilt, and moved one foot in, as if he was about to go to sleep.

Seemingly noticing the situation here, Xilin, who seemed to be really going to sleep like Gong Ming, suddenly became a little irritable.The fingers began to tap continuously, and the sound of breathing became a little heavier.

On the surface, his back was turned there, but Gong Ming, who knew everything clearly in his heart, raised a slight smile, then lifted the quilt a little more, and got inside.

"I'm going to sleep first, turn off the lights by yourself when you sleep."

"Hey!"

Sirin suddenly turned her head and stared at her with a face full of disbelief.

"You don't even have anything to say?"

"Then what do you want me to say?" Gong Ming, who was originally facing the wall, turned over under the quilt, and turned to Xilin with a smile.

"What do you want to say!" Sirin rolled her eyes. "It is your thing."

"But I don't want to think about it, I want to sleep." The smile on Gong Ming's face became wider. "Then what to do?"

"Nicholas! You bastard!" The purple-haired girl suddenly became anxious, jumped up from her own bed, jumped onto Gong Ming's bed, and punched the man's body wrapped in the quilt with her small fist. .

"You bastard! Rely on me..." However, Xilin's general words stopped abruptly, and her whole body froze as if she had paused, her small face flushed red under the man's half-smiling eyes .A few seconds later, he covered his face and exploded like a firecracker.

"Sure enough, this kind of world should be destroyed!!!"

"You." Gong Ming laughed out loud when he heard the words.Amidst Sirin's screams, the quilt was pulled from under the quilt and wrapped around Sirin who was riding on him, wrapped into a twisting rice dumpling, with only a small head exposed.

"Didn't I apologize? So stop making trouble, okay?"

He raised his hand to hug the white silkworm baby like a pillow, and gently stroked Sirin's head.

"Humph!"

Sirin, who struggled to no avail, rolled her eyes.

"Let's rest." Gong Ming stretched out his hand and turned off the light in the room. "I'll sleep with you tonight, so just treat it as my apology."

"Is this because you took advantage of it?" In the darkness, Xilin, who could not move, looked at Gong Ming who was close at hand under the moonlight, and said with disdain.

"Who knows."

Gong Ming just chuckled.

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Dear Cecilia:

Cecilia, I already know what you said in your last letter, and now I am responding to it.

I'm sorry I can't send you a quicker email back, or simply give you a call.I am now taking Sirin on an adventure in the primitive jungles of South America. A few days ago we also went to see the Mayan pyramid, which is indeed as magnificent as in the posters.But now the communication and network in this place are not very developed, so I can only handwrite this letter to you lying on a wooden stake - it will take about a month for it to be sent to you, I hope you will not be offended.

I was so happy to see the picture of you and Kiyana in your last letter and am so happy for our little princess to thrive.She looks so beautiful and cute like you when you were young, so that when I look at the photos, I have a sense of time and space.I especially like the blue eyes she inherited from you, which are more gorgeous than the sapphires on the bishop's crown.

What you mentioned - Siegfried and Teresa are both in good health also makes me happy, but I want to emphasize that I am more concerned about your own physical condition than these.This is even more than paying attention to Qiyana. I can understand your feeling of being a mother for the first time, but protecting your own body is not unimportant.

I am in good health as ever—you are well aware of this, but since you have asked this question in your last letter, I feel it necessary to repeat and emphasize it.The same is true for Sirin. Last month we competed to climb a mountain with an altitude of [-] meters. On the way, we also encountered groups of South American wild boars. According to local people, this is also a very rare experience for them. It seems that our Good luck as always.

Sirin has also grown very quickly recently, you can hardly believe that she has grown [-] centimeters in nine months, even faster than you at the fastest time back then, although she is now Not as tall as you at the age of fourteen, but maybe she will grow taller than you in the future——[Poor children can also make great achievements when they grow up], such words are popular in China recently, and I think it makes sense.Although it is not very appropriate to put it in the current context, it is also given as a motto for the time being, and I hope you can benefit from it.

But to be honest, I have a hunch that this sentence may be abused in the future-if a sentence is abused, it will lose its original meaning. I have experienced many such things in my long history.Let's hope this premonition doesn't come true.

Also, I also saw the design you attached for Kiana's eighteenth birthday dress, which was a project the two of us worked on together, and was pleasantly surprised that you still worked on it from ten to ten after I left. The age of four advanced to the age of eighteen.

But regarding your design, I also have some suggestions. I think the black slim style may not be so suitable for a child who has just grown up. Maybe it would be better to replace it with a sky blue tutu skirt. In addition, it can also be used on decorative accessories The elements of snowflakes are the main ones. After all, our little princess was born in winter, and this is another birthday gift (I attached the design drawing I drew to the letter paper, and you can also make some references).

To be honest, I really miss those days when I sat on the sofa with you and discussed how to make clothes for Kiyana.Even earlier times - I don't know why I keep dreaming about you as a child lately.Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that I'm taking care of an equally young child now.

But I hope you understand too, Cecilia.In order for you to be able to sit on the sofa safely and drink afternoon tea to take care of Qiyana and two other adults who basically have no ability to take care of themselves, for you to be able to enjoy this life well, and for more One can enjoy this life, I must bear the separation from you——

Well, Sirin, who was watching as I wrote this, kicked me, and I had to spend about fifteen minutes calming down her tantrum.Although I proposed to bring her to see you, she seems not very happy about it. I think it may not be the time yet. When the time is right, I will bring her to see you and Qiyana.But what's interesting is that according to seniority, you should still call this girl who is not yet fifteen years old aunt, and Kiyana should call her aunt.

To be honest, maybe the words and sentences I used when I wrote this letter were a bit too serious. It is difficult for you to feel the love and tenderness from your father, but the father itself is not a kind of love like a mother. Go directly to the stated identity.Especially your father, I am a Chinese who is known for being reserved and introverted.Rather than simply pampering me, I think that as a father, you need to set an example first, and it is more appropriate to become the goal of your efforts.

Well... well, I must admit that these dull words were not the first thing I wrote when I picked up the pen to write on this piece of paper.This is already the fifth draft. In the first draft, I almost wrote "I love you" on that piece of paper, but after thinking about it, maybe I should be more concise than copying "I love you" three thousand times. It's a little scary, just use "I love you" once instead.Of course I don't mind if you write that sentence a few more times in your reply--I mean if you want to.Anyway, the price of paper is not expensive these days, is it?