Jing Mohao kept walking, dragging her inside, "If there are ghosts, they are welcome to be guests here. "" That's right too He is the great king of hell in the underworld.
When ghosts see him, they must kowtow and bow nine times.
Luo Xi stepped into the hall cautiously, for fear of offending some taboo gods.
When she entered the door, she saw a modern European-style sofa, a bright chandelier and the familiar black and white style. this Luo Xi asked in disbelief, "Jing Mohao, you have already moved in."
He's not afraid that there's something wrong with the feng shui here.
Unexpectedly, the man replied coldly, "It's a joke, who can live in the place I chose if I don't live there?"
He personally found someone to build this palace.
If he doesn’t live here, who will live here?
"" Yes, he should find someone who has studied Feng Shui.
"Come up with me."
Jing Mohao said, looking at Luo Xi. s city.
Jian Qing was sent to the roof of the hospital.
When she came out of the building, she saw the frail and charming figure at the door.
"Yi Ru."
Jian Qing called her name in a clear and elegant voice.
He Yiru looked back at the sound, smiled sweetly, turned around and walked towards her slowly.
"Master, did you come down from the roof?"
He Yiru's voice was gentle.
"Well," Jian Qing nodded, "Don't call me master when you go out.
I'll drive wherever you want to eat."
"I'll go with you."
He Yiru hadn't seen Jian Qing for several days, her eyes were full of attachment, as if she didn't want to be separated from him for a moment.
Although I felt that my behavior was very shameful, I still couldn't restrain my emotion that I couldn't help but want to see him.
With a smile on her lips and soft eyes, Jian Qing patted her back gently, "Let's go, let's go together."
He Yiru was unexpectedly touched by him and felt a tingle all over her body.
She didn't know whether it was surprise or joy, so she quickly followed his footsteps.
"Jian Qing, when can I try your cooking?"
He Yiru asked in a shallow voice.
Jian Qing tilted her head and said, "I don't know how to cook."
He Yiru didn't expect that he couldn't cook, so the topic was a bit awkward, but he was clean and elegant, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't know how to cook and get his hands dirty with cooking fumes, so he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I can do it."
After saying that, he felt that the context of what he said was wrong.
He was so hot-headed that he actually said something that would only be said between lovers.
He quickly added, "I mean."
"Then take the time to try your craft."
Jian Qing finished for her calmly.
He Yiru smiled brightly and thanked him for forgiving her presumption.
Jian Qing came to a small Western restaurant on He Yiru's recommendation.
The environment was very elegant and quiet, suitable for listening to one's feelings.
The two chose a seat by the window and sat down, facing each other.
Such close gazes made He Yiru feel awkward for a moment.
On weekdays, she always followed him, watching him perform operations and give demonstrations.
She lowered her head silently to study.
At most, she would treat patients side by side with him.
This kind of direct interaction was really a new feeling.
His eyebrows are so delicate that people can't help but be fascinated and fascinated by them.
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The waiter handed over the book and Jian Qing pushed it in front of He Yiru, "Please order from the places you recommend."
"Okay, I'll order it first.
If it doesn't suit your taste, you must tell me."
He Yiru was a little worried that she couldn't grasp his taste and preferences.
She was once the daughter of a wealthy family.
Although she was not taken seriously, she had always received a good education, and the necessary training was also an indispensable compulsory course
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