Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The weather forecast says that the weather will be very good recently, with sunny days with temperatures over 20 degrees.

Qingyun leaned against the window and looked at the rolling waves below, expressing doubts. The sky above was covered with dark clouds, and it was unclear whether the sunrise would be visible tomorrow.

There were guests visiting, and Fu Shengyu had been accompanying him in the study for two hours. Qingyun was speechless about the fact that he had to spend ten minutes chatting about something that could be finished in ten minutes, spend ten minutes flattering others, and spend half an hour practicing Tai Chi, but he had gotten used to it.

However, her stomach might not be used to it. She was in a bad mood at noon, which affected her appetite, and she became hungry quickly in the afternoon.

She didn't know how to have afternoon tea here, whether to have it in the hall downstairs or in the room.

"Sister Goldfish, I want to eat some fruit and some cake." Qingyun ran back to the sofa and sat down, continuing to count on his fingers, "I still want to play with toys. Can I call Little Qilin?"

"Here's to you." Jinyu went to the bar and got the afternoon tea menu, and put it in front of Qingyun. "Pick the one you want with a pencil."

Their presidential suite has its own exclusive butler. Goldfish called to ask if the hotel had prepared any special toys for the children, and also took the time to contact Xiao Qilin to see if he had time.

There is a disadvantage of having too much freedom in the game. Players will often lose their goals and get bored, which leads to quick quitting the game.

Qingyun agreed with this point of view when she got the thick menu. She was dazzled by so many delicious foods. She would feel bad if she picked this and not that. If she wanted to eat everything, she would not want to eat anything.

You can’t taste every bite and throw away the leftovers. “Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the fruit of hard work?” She still remembers all the poems she has recited.

Not wasting is a very noble virtue, regardless of poverty or wealth. Qingyun is the kind of person who would tear a handkerchief in half before wiping his mouth.

No matter how much wealth a person has, he cannot squander the resources in his hands at will.

Li Shen forgot this line of poetry, but Qingyun did not. Saving resources is a good deed we can do every day.

Let's eat some fruit. She would never get tired of eating fruit, so she ordered two fruit plates. Qingyun frowned. She probably would never be able to learn to be as extravagant as those rich second-generations in her lifetime.

When Jinyu came to get the menu, he specifically asked if these were all there was. Qingyun held his head and nodded calmly.

"Then I'll go order food."

Xiao Qilin didn't have time to chat with Qingyun, but Brother Long had something to ask Qingyun.

Brother Long’s background is a room full of broken wood. He is covered in dust and is fixing his hair. When he sees Qingyun’s face appear on the screen, he tries hard to force out an awkward smile.

Seeing the sunlight shining on Brother Long's head without being blocked by the broken window, Qingyun said with some envy: "The weather in Fengzhou is so good. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the beach in Fengzhou."

There is no such beach in Fengzhou, and the beach is full of large industrial equipment and cliffs, so it is impossible to develop seaside tourism.

Brother Long did not answer, and Qingyun did not intend to hear Brother Long's answer. She continued to ask: "Brother Long, where are you? Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"

Brother Long stretched out his hand and started to gesture. Qingyun frowned and thought. She understood a few gestures but not the others. Without Little Qilin, she really couldn't do it!

Brother Long frowned, gestured to her to wait a moment, and then ran away. At this time, Qingyun's fruit also arrived. She could only eat the fruit while waiting for Brother Long to come back.

Brother Long was out for quite a long time. He came back almost ten minutes later, sweating profusely. When he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, there was a faint black mark.

Seeing that Qingyun was not very comfortable, she asked with concern: "Brother Long, aren't you at home? No one came out with you? Didn't they take good care of you?"

Brother Long was stunned, and quickly shook his head, then gestured a few times. Qingyun could understand all this. It meant that Brother Long took someone out and asked that person to do other things. There were three bodyguards guarding him, so he was very safe.

Qingyun thought that Brother Long either ran away secretly or the aunt at home didn't take good care of him, so how did he end up like this? The young master's miserable appearance is heartbreaking.

Brother Long gave a shy smile and continued to demonstrate to Qingyun. While thinking, he described it using the simplest gestures possible.

Qingyun's expression changed very quickly from "I understand" to "I don't understand", just like when the teacher tells you a formula in class and you understand it, but the next second asks you to apply this formula into your answer and you don't understand it.

Crystal beads of sweat appeared on Brother Long's forehead again. His hands were shaking from fatigue as he gestured, and his face looked a little anxious.

Qingyun scratched her head. She tried to comfort Brother Long and defend herself. "Brother Long, don't be anxious. Talk slowly. I can understand."

Brother Long put his hands down and looked upwards. You could hear him exhaling deeply, and then he slowly explained that he could even open a sign language teaching class.

He already knew how to teach a language, which was to use a concept that everyone understood to explain another concept. Anyway, he felt that if he continued to teach in this way, Qingyun would be able to get a certificate to teach sign language tomorrow.

No, Qingyun is not as smart as Brother Long thinks...

Qingyun laughed dryly to try to ease the embarrassment and racked his brains to defend himself, "I'm sorry, Brother Long, my brain doesn't seem to be as useful as yours."

Brother Long sighed and held the phone with both hands. Qingyun saw the screen shake, and then she heard a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "Money!"

Qingyun and Brother Long were both stunned. Brother Long's face turned red instantly and he hung up the phone in a panic. Qingyun still had goose bumps on the back of his neck.

"Brother Long has spoken." She looked at herself in a circle on the black screen, muttered something, and couldn't help shivering.

It took a long time for Qingyun to react and she became excited. She started to send messages to Xiao Qilin, telling him that Brother Long had spoken. She was so excited that she wanted to cry.

Others said that Brother Long was frightened and stupid, and they ridiculed and mocked their family, completely forgetting that his parents sacrificed their lives for the sake of the nation.

Qingyun really wants to pull these people over to listen carefully, these people who eat with their bowls in hand and curse when they put them down. Brother Long knows how to talk!

Qingyun was so excited that a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body, and the air-conditioning wind made him feel a little chilly.

She was just about to change her clothes when Xiao Qilin called her directly. Qingyun had no choice but to find a place where the air conditioner couldn't blow directly to the phone and answer the call.

"Did my brother really speak?" Little Qilin wanted to shove his head into the screen.

"Why would I lie to you? Brother Long must have been mad at me, so he spoke in a hurry." There was a hint of pride in Qingyun's tone.

"This kid is mature for his age. We haven't heard what he really said yet. Did he really talk about money?" Chen Musheng's head pushed Xiao Qilin's head away.

"Yes, Uncle Chen, Brother Long just mentioned money. I don't know why he mentioned money. I will ask him about it when he gets home. I still don't understand what he meant."

"Okay, okay." Chen Musheng rubbed his hands excitedly and asked, "Is Brother Long unhappy or something?"

Qingyun shook his head. "Brother Long seems a little shy. His face is red. I guess he's not angry with Qingyun."

Qingyun still felt a little guilty when she talked about the latter part. When she thought about it now, she couldn't remember it clearly. Chen Musheng laughed happily twice and said that it was Brother Long who was sorry. He also invited Qingyun to visit his home when she came back.