The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

After speaking, there was no response for a long time, only the murmuring of the mother and daughter came from the other side of the phone.

"Did he say it?"

"Next weekend, Mom, is it okay?"

"Weekend."

I could hear Zizi as if thinking about whether she was free during that time, and after three seconds: "Okay, then I'll go and push the banquet."

"Hey, is there a banquet next week?"

"It's not important."

Zizi said, "It's just...a small meeting, anyway... those people are all here to build relationships, pursue me, and make investments."

"Get out!"

Nagi is very aggressive.

"Then call the housekeeper to decline later."

Zizi lay on her daughter's bed with a simple smile.

Although she is thirty years old, her heart is still the same as that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, because the living environment is too clean and pure, and she is too well protected by her father, the Emperor Sanqianyuan.

Even, sometimes, she is not as mature as her daughter Sanqinin Nagi.

On the other end, Qianliu couldn't help but be stunned as she listened to the mother and daughter discussing with each other.

Is he considered cheating those people? If people know that because of his relationship, they lose the chance to meet Zizi Sanqianyuan, I am afraid they will be cursed countless times behind their backs.

However, Nagi and her mother were chatting and seemed to have forgotten that they were still on the phone, and started talking about more private topics.

"By the way, Mom, why do you remember my side?"

"I almost forgot about this, Nagi, help me pull the zipper on my back, it seems that my chest is too big, I can't pull it up."

Zizi muttered and turned around.

"Why not buy one size up"

Shi put down the phone, went to the bedside, and pulled the zipper for his mother on his knees.

"Size: It's just right, just...the chest is too tight, someone will change it tomorrow.

The son let out a deep breath and shrank his chest so that his daughter could pull him up.

After fiddling for a while, Nagi pulled up: "Okay, Mom, really, why don't I seem to be the same."

Loli reluctantly stretched out her hand and gestured to the ratio of Mom and Yutachi.

"You are only ten years old, and your mother started to develop at the age of thirteen.

The child opened his mouth to comfort his daughter.

"real"

"real."

Reluctantly believing what her mother said, Nagi nodded.

Hearing this, Qianliu voluntarily hung up the phone.

He thought that Nagi had something to say, so he waited, and after a long time, he seemed to have forgotten about him, and the mother and daughter began to talk about more private topics.

Such as body, there are deeper things.

In these matters, it is difficult for him to contact the opposite sex. It is best to hang up on his own initiative, otherwise he will be found to be more embarrassed. Although the problem lies on the opposite side, he also has a problem.

"Forget it, let's go back to Sakura Village."

Being interrupted like this, Qianliu's original interest in hanging out no longer...

On the other side, after chatting with my mother for more than ten minutes, Nagi sat down accidentally: she felt something rubbing her butt, she touched her down, and she was a little puzzled when she touched the phone.

The idea of ​​how the phone could hold on to this for less than three seconds, she instantly woke up, yes, it was still there before: she was on the phone with Qianliu.

He quickly took out his phone, and Nagi opened his eyes wide and looked at the screen, the call interface had long since disappeared, and the screen was locked.

"Hey when did it turn off?"

She flipped through the call log and checked the time.

"Ten minutes ago uh... what time was that?"

"Nagi, what are you doing?"

Seeing her daughter's strange movements, Zizi couldn't help but question.

"No... nothing."

"Oh, then come and help mom choose clothes, there are many in the room."

Zizi left a sentence and disappeared at the door.

Nagi looked at the phone, and felt that the following words should not have been heard, so it didn't matter.

"Here comes."