After I traveled through the book, the scheming little villain had ulterior motives towards me

Qi Yiheng carried her out of the cable car.

"Be good and don't be afraid."

An Yuannian buried her head in his arms: "I'm not scared, it's just that my legs are weak."

The boss was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his face turned red.

An Yuannian stuck his head out: "Boss, laugh if you want to!"

The boss quickly suppressed her: "Little girl, it's normal to be afraid. Your brother is very brave."

"That's my boyfriend."

The boss turned around silently and packed up his things.

I didn't expect that someone like him who has been so successful in the business world for so many years would make a mistake one day.

An Yuannian finally got off him after they walked a long way away.

After coming down, I saw his expression of trying not to laugh and became even angrier: "Want to be my brother? Then I'll satisfy you."

After saying that, she turned and left.

She had just recovered and was walking quickly when her legs went weak and she almost fell to her knees again. Fortunately, the person behind her caught up with her and pulled her into his arms.

"sorry."

An Yuannian turned her head away from him.

"Apologizing is useless."

Qi Yiheng held her in his arms: "I just thought you were cute."

She pushed his head away and said, "Brother, what are you doing? I want to go up the mountain to seek marriage."

He looked at her with gritted teeth and picked her up in his arms again.

"you dare."

She pouted.

"See if I dare."

An Yuannian broke free from his arms and angrily went to the temple to pray for a marriage.

"thump."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

...........................

"Are you still arguing?"

The boy's voice, as he tried to hold back his laughter, had a sense of gloating.

The woman lying on his back had a depressed look on her face, with some dust on her face and a red spot in the middle of her forehead.

"No more quarrels."

Qi Yiheng felt distressed when he heard the aggrieved voice.

"I'm sorry, I won't laugh at you next time."

An Yuannian hugged his neck with her eyes red from crying.

“Why is the threshold of the temple so high?”

She was just busy running in angrily and when she raised her foot she lifted it too low and fell flat on her face.

She has completely lost all her face in this life.

Woo woo woo.

Zhaocai saved the two scenes and watched them over and over again.

[Host, host, did you not check the almanac before going out today?]

An Yuannian rolled his eyes [gloating over someone else's misfortune.]

Zhaocai was instantly unhappy: [Why are you laughing...how can you be like this...Puchi, questioning my love for you.]

An Yuan thought: "......"

This system should be buried.

Qi Yiheng carried her on his back and walked to the nearest wing of the temple.

"Donor, may I ask if this female donor is injured?"

The little monk came over and asked with some concern.

"She just fell down, and I want to borrow a place for her to rest."

The little monk quickly took him to the side room.

"Do you need a medicine box?"

He opened the door of the compartment and asked with concern.

Qi Yiheng carried her on his back and put her on the stool.

Then he squatted down and pulled up her trouser legs to check the abrasions on her legs.

"Thank you for the trouble, little master."

The young monk left quickly to get the medicine box.

"sorry."

He looked down at the bruises and scrapes on her legs. Her skin was delicate to begin with, and even if the fall wasn't that serious it would still look scary.

His knees were covered with bruises and his pants were torn.

“It looks a bit scary.”

An Yuannian muttered softly.

This time she was really unlucky, she didn't expect to fall so many times.

"sorry."

He continued to apologize.

An Yuannian reached out and nodded his head: "Idiot, I'll see if you dare to make me angry next time."

He quickly shook his head: “Next time I tolerate your anger and hit me, don’t leave again.”

"Pfft, straight man."

The young monk came back and put the things on the table: "Donor, please help this female donor apply medicine!"

An Yuannian and Qi Yiheng put their hands together and bowed slightly to the little monk, and the little monk returned the gesture with the same respect.

The little monk pays great attention to the distinction between men and women. He wears Buddhist beads on his hands and around his neck, and his bald head makes him look cute.

He looks like he is only eight or nine years old, but he looks very mature and not childish at all.

"Little monk, do you go to school?"

An Yuannian looked at him straight, unable to hide the curiosity in her eyes at all.

The little monk's cheeks flushed when she looked at him: "When we are old enough, we will go to school at the foot of the mountain. Today is a holiday."

He spoke in a very serious manner, and his serious expression looked very cute.

"Is that so? Then where is your master?"

An Yuannian asked seriously, such a young monk should have a master.

"The master has gone traveling."

His eyes light up when he talks about his master; he loves his master the most.

Every time the master went out traveling, he would bring him delicious food and small toys.

"Hiss, it hurts."

She gasped in pain.

Qi Yiheng had just used alcohol to wipe off the dust around her wound. The wound had just been wiped with iodine, and she couldn't bandage it if it wasn't cleaned thoroughly.

He quickly let go of his hand and only took advantage of her talking before he made his move. After the blood from the wound was wiped clean, it didn't look so scary anymore, but the bruises next to it were still scary.

"Master, have you been here all the time?"

An Yuannian looked at the cute little monk and wanted to know where he came from.

"The master said I came here when I was three years old."

An Yuannian didn't want to ask any more questions.

"Your master has taken good care of you."

The little monk smiled instantly and his dimples appeared.

"The master is very kind to me, and my good friend's master is also very kind to him."

An Yuannian didn't expect that there was more than one little monk here.

"How many monks are there in your temple who are the same age or younger than you?"

The little monk counted again and again: "I have four good friends, and six brothers and sisters."

He laughed as he spoke: "My brothers and sisters are so cute."

An Yuannian was a little dazed.

There were so many children, including some who were older than the little monk.

She couldn't even imagine it.

"Where's the elder?"

An Yuannian asked carefully.

The young monk suddenly became serious: "Female donor, what do you want to see the elder for?"

After Qi Yiheng applied the medicine to her and put away the medicine box, he was also a little shocked that there were so many children in the temple.

"I want to donate some money to the temple."

An Yuannian spoke very seriously, and the little monk believed it a little.

"The elder is teaching my younger brothers and sisters in the backyard. I'll take you there."

The little monk took the medicine box, refused Qi Yiheng's help, and took the two of them to the backyard.

Eight years have passed, and the temple is still as popular as it was back then, but the difference is that there are many more young monks in the temple.

When the little monks saw someone they knew, they would smile and nod.

They walked along the path, bypassing the people who came to worship Buddha and pushed open a wooden door, which revealed an antique classroom.

The abbot watched them learn to write Chinese characters.

When An Yuannian saw the familiar face, he clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly, then looked up and smiled at the abbot.

"Long time no see, elder."

The elder clasped his hands together and nodded slightly. He walked over and a few people went out together.