Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

After breakfast, Fu Shengyu and Feng Huayang left Fufeng Fort. Qingyun and Jin Qiao went to the room to pack their luggage and prepared gifts.

Qingyun took the card that Feng Huayang stuffed in his pocket and looked at it in his hand. It looked very much like a shopping card bought as a gift in a supermarket. Qingyun felt the cold and hard touch and wanted to cry.

Of course she knew that Feng Huayang loved her because of his relationship with Fu Shengyu, but such love was already very rare and precious.

"Did you tell my aunt that I had no money?" Qingyun put the card on the table and watched Jinqiao put the gift into the gift box and wrap it up.

"A few days ago, Mr. Wen asked me if I had done my best for you. I just said that there was nothing to worry about, as all your money had been invested in the movie." Jin Qiao tied a bow skillfully and turned back to smile at Qingyun.

Qingyun was silent for a moment, then stretched out his finger to move the cards on the table, "Do they all believe that I can succeed?"

Hearing this, Jin Qiao stopped what she was doing. It was hard for her to understand her question. She just said, "Don't worry, Miss. This amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for the boss and his men."

What they mean is that it doesn't matter if she loses everything, they are just happy that she has the desire to make money and start a career at such a young age.

Qingyun stood up angrily and went to the study to read. She couldn't believe that the three of them could be as arrogant as adults.

After waking up from a nap in the afternoon, Qingyun took a car slowly to Xiao Qilin's home.

At the door, I happened to meet Chang Jin who got off a taxi.

"Brother Ajin." Qingyun trotted forward and held his hand.

Chang Jin also smiled, put on his schoolbag, and asked her about going out to play.

Qingyun was stunned as soon as he entered the gate. The fountain at the door was replaced with a golden toad spitting water, and the Hypericum originally planted around it were all replaced with money trees.

Auntie walked into the house facing the blue sky, and the lingering sandalwood incense blurred the statue of Guan Yu enshrined in the shrine.

Looking around, all the porcelain, calligraphy and paintings that were originally on display have been replaced by golden toads, pixiu and the like, giving the impression of a nouveau riche.

Zhong Lingxiu came out of the teahouse, her body covered with sandalwood. She said a little embarrassedly: "I just went to burn incense to the God of Wealth. I'm late."

Qingyun tilted his head slightly to investigate the situation in the tea room. Zhong Lingxiu smiled and said, "I just invited a statue of the God of Wealth yesterday. I will continue to offer incense to him for the next month. This is to fulfill my vow."

Qingyun was even more confused. Didn't the God of Wealth bless people with promotion and wealth? I haven't heard Fu Shengyu talk about it recently.

"Mrs. Zhang, take them to the back to find the young master." Zhong Lingxiu called over the woman holding the incense burner, and said to Qingyun and Chang Jin, "I have prepared something for you. I will come to find you later."

Qingyun and Chang Jin looked at each other, really not understanding what was going on, and followed Mrs. Zhang to the back.

The green bamboos beside the study have grown thicker and straighter in the summer, and the orchids planted in a large round basin beside the pond are about to bloom.

Chen Musheng is a university professor who is fond of literature and history. He has the character of a scholar and also likes these elegant things.

In the study, the rich scent of gardenia was mixed with a hint of sandalwood, but the whole house was already permeated with sandalwood, and the smell now made people slightly suspect that their noses were intoxicated by the scent.

A new table was added to the spacious study. Xiao Qilin was holding a brush and sliding it across the paper. Chen Musheng was holding Brother Long's hand and writing at another table.

"Hello, Uncle Chen." Qingyun called softly, and Chang Jin followed suit, "Professor Chen."

Chen Musheng let go of Brother Long's hand, stood up straight and smiled at them, "Come on, Qingyun, you go talk to Brother Long, I'll take Ajin somewhere else."

Qingyun has become accustomed to greeting each other first, giving gifts, and finally praising each other before getting down to business.

Little Qilin was as enthusiastic as ever. He seemed to have a million things to say. He pulled Qingyun to look at the lines he had drawn, and said that the jasmine and gardenia flowers at home were in bloom. He said so much that Qingyun could only respond with a few characters.

Today was a little different. Usually when Xiao Qilin spoke, Brother Long would always stand aside with a warm smile on his face, looking at her and Xiao Qilin.

Now Brother Long is still sitting quietly and upright on the chair, his hand holding the brush is very steady, his lips are pursed into a straight line, and he writes seriously.

Qingyun could only suspect that he had reached a state of selflessness. If she said that Brother Long was angry and didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, she would feel innocent and sad.

Little Qilin realized belatedly that someone was missing from his side. He turned around to see Brother Long's expression, lowered his voice, and finally looked at Qingyun blankly, as if asking again: What happened to him?

Qingyun had no idea that she took the gift for Brother Long from Jinqiao and stood quietly in front of Brother Long's desk, with a kind of piety like a teacher standing in the snow to teach others, and a kind of repentance like a man shouldering a thorny stick to ask for forgiveness, even though she didn't understand what was wrong with Brother Long and how she had offended him.

Under the fast-moving eyes of the little Qilin, Brother Long's hand finally couldn't help but tremble, and then he scribbled two words and couldn't pretend anymore.

He put the pen on the pen holder, stood up and looked at Qingyun without saying anything.

Qingyun couldn't pretend to be a quail, but he didn't know how to apologize, so he could only say aggrievedly: "Don't you want my gift? My hands are sore from holding it."

The person standing opposite still didn't speak, but he reached out to take it very quickly, as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, he would tire her out.

Qingyun burst out laughing. She raised her smiling eyes to look at Brother Long, then turned to the side of the desk to pull his arm, "Brother Long, are you angry with me? But I don't know what I did wrong."

Brother Long wanted to brush her hand away, but she was his first and only friend, and he couldn't bear to be so mean to her.

"Okay, since I did something wrong, I apologize to you, please forgive me." Qingyun let go of his hand, lowered his head and looked pitiful.

Little Qilin approached tiptoe and was about to say a few nice words to Qingyun, but Brother Long pointed his finger and told him to leave.

It is impossible for him to go out. One is his brother and the other is his best friend. Little Qilin also understands what his parents mean when they say that the palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh.

Seeing Little Qilin sitting back in his seat, Brother Long sighed slightly, opened his mouth, and then mustered up the courage to say, "You shouldn't tell Little Qilin."

His voice was dry and the tone was a little strange. Qingyun looked up and saw Brother Long's face flushed with shame and anger.

Probably because she told little Qilin that he could talk, this caused a lot of trouble to Brother Long these days. Thinking about how little Qilin was indeed a big mouth and talkative, and Brother Long was a quiet and introverted person.

Qingyun rarely felt a trace of guilt in his heart. Perhaps Long would also feel inferior because the tone of his voice was different from others.

Thinking of this, Qingyun sincerely apologized to Brother Long: "I'm sorry, Brother Long, I didn't ask you first if I could tell others. At that time, you hung up the phone, and I was so happy to hear you talking that I forgot to ask for your opinion. I'm sorry."

Brother Long raised his hand, feeling a little helpless. He just wanted to express his dissatisfaction and scare Qingyun at the same time, but now he scared the guy into apologizing so seriously. He wanted to cover his mouth but felt it was inappropriate.

"No, it's okay." In the end, he could only wave his hands randomly to show that he didn't care.