The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"Thank you brother." Long Xiaoxi smiled narrowly.

After class, Long Xiaoxi frequently looked towards An Youqing.

At first, An Youqing didn't know that she was in the class, but Xu was so aware that she noticed her too often, and was surprised for a while.

The teacher taught art and asked the children to draw a ball according to the drawing on the blackboard. However, during the inspection, they discovered that Long Xiaoxi spent a little boy.

"This classmate, the teacher asked you to follow the flowers on the blackboard. Why did you draw a person, who is this?"

"My brother."

"Oh ... repaint."

Long Xiaoxi had to tear off and repaint, but she took the paintbrush seriously.

Finally completed the task.

When the teacher went out, she ran to the table of An Youqing and shouted sweetly, "Brother Youqing."

"Well, Konishi, why are you here?"

"Of course to see you."

An Youqing flushed slightly.

"You Qing, can you see if I can draw?" Wen Yuezhen put the drawing in front of him.

"The drawing is good, very good, just like the teacher did." An Youqing praised.

Long Xiaoxi turned around and showed him his drawing book, "Brother Youqing, look at what I drew."

Wen Yuezhen also extended his head and glanced at it immediately. Long Xiaoxi's painting is indeed not so good-looking. After all, he is young but has done his best.

"Xiao Xi, you draw well."

"That's better than her?" Long Xiaoxi pointed at Wen Yuezhen, "Is it better than her?"

An Youqing really didn't know how to answer. Plus, both eyes were looking at herself, which was a little embarrassing.

In terms of the quality of painting, it is indeed good for Wen Yuezheng to paint.

But because he had learned from the previous experience, he dare not say that it was Wen Yuezhen's beautiful painting.

"Xiaoxi, can you always ask me similar questions?"

Long Xiaoxi slipped his mouth, stared at An Youqing, said nothing, turned around and returned to his brother with a picture book.

"Brother, do you say I painted well?"

"Well, you painted well."

Long Xiaoxi hugged Long Wenlun, "I don't care about my brother anymore."

"..."

After school, Long Xiaoxi's teacher saw her and asked, "Xiao Xi, where did you go to the last class, why not go to class?"

Long Wenlun looked at Long Xiaoxi and asked her with his eyes, didn't he say that the last class was a free class?

At this time, Long Xiaoxi lowered her head silently, then raised her head quickly, and said to the teacher with a smile, "Teacher bye."

"Ah ... Long Xiaoxi ..."

I saw her running away quickly, Long Wenlun went after her and asked her, "Xiaoxi, are you lying?"

"I just want to see Brother Youqing." Long Xiaoxi then said earnestly, "Brother, I will grow up to marry Brother Youqing when I grow up."

"..." Long Wenlun reminded, "Don't you say you don't care about him again?"

"Did I say that? When?"

"..." Long Wenlun took her hand. "You want to marry him when you grow up, but he doesn't have to marry you when he grows up."

"why?"

"Do you want your brother to tell the truth?"

"Uh-huh." Nodded like a bird pecking rice.

"I don't think he likes you whimpering, he definitely likes girls like him at the same table."

"Does my brother think he is better than me at the same table?"

Long Wenlun justified, "Of course not. In my eyes, the girls in our class can't compare to you, because you are my sister, but in his eyes, it certainly isn't."

Hearing that, Long Xiaoxi was a little frustrated. "Brother, I'm going to sleep with Brother Youqing tonight, don't stop anyone."

"..."

When she went back, the three little guys were sitting in the back row together. Long Xiaoxi seemed extraordinarily quiet. Sitting there, she was very orderly. It wasn't like she used to sit.

An Youqing glanced at her and then looked away without saying anything.

Back home, everyone had lunch together, Long Xiaoxi began to take a nap.

After waking up for more than half an hour, I found a bright red rose and a piece of paper on the table.

Long Xiaoxi sat up and picked up the note.

Looking at the above, I wrote a sentence, but unfortunately, she only knew one ‘I’ above, others did n’t.

Long Xiaoxi picked up the flowers on the table, and a smile appeared on his face.

From the bed, she put the flowers in her drawer and then went out with a note.

"Xiaoxi is up. I'm going to call you. Get on the bus. You're going to be late for school."

"Um." Long Xiaoxi nodded and quickly ran into the car.

Seeing that everyone in the car was here, she sat next to her brother and said nothing.

An Youqing smiled and turned her head and asked, "Do you like flowers?"

Long Xiaoxi turned his head and asked, "What flower?"

"It's the flower I put on the table, didn't you see it?" An Youqing said to himself, "It shouldn't be invisible."

Long Xiaoxi admitted readily, "I saw it, but what is written on this paper, I don't know."

Long Wenlun took a look and said, "Don't ask me questions like that in the future, I will be very distressed."

"Xiaoxi, you ask me that in front of others. I said that any one is good at drawing, the other one will be unhappy. You have to think for others."

Long Xiaoxi nodded, feeling what he said was reasonable, "I see."

——

"Sister Yan, you guessed who I saw on my way?" Song Yan's assistant grinned.

"Who?"

"Where is Sun Weiwei, I saw her coming out of the vegetable market door in a aunt's clothes and holding a vegetable basket."

Song Yan widened his eyes and then fluttered, "Sun Weiwei?"

"Yes, the whole person is as skinny as a firewood, like a middle-aged aunt."

"Take your own fault and deserve it." Song Yan stretched out his hand to grab a snack, and when he touched it, he retracted it.

"Have you missed a call on my phone?"

"No," the assistant answered.

Song Yan reached out, "Give me my mobile phone."

The assistant handed her cell phone to her. Song Yan was a little bit angry. It ’s been so long. Does Ling Ciye really break up with himself this time?

Looking at the time, "I'll go out."

"Sister Yan, you have to go in and record a song in half an hour."

"Wait for me to come back." Song Yan went out with the bag, and the assistant quickly followed.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses when going out, Song Yan drove his assistant to Ling Ling Ye's office, on the top of Nanshan Mountain.

Follow the mountain road all the way up to the door.

From the car, the guard at the door looked at her, and asked, "Miss Song, our master is not there."

"Where did he go?"

"Go to the Pooh community."

"Got it."

Song Yan returned by driving again.

"Sister Yan, are you going to the Pooh community?"

"go with."

The assistant dared not say anything.

When he arrived at the Pooh neighbourhood, Song Yan asked his assistant, "You wait for me in the car. I will go in alone."

"it is good."