Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

The situation at that time was chaotic, many people looked over to An Xinglan and the others, and instead of listening to the book, they read their stories instead.

An Xinglan got dizzy for a while, and finally pulled An Yeming and the others back into the tea room to avoid the eyes of everyone, and Gong Shiqi was so embarrassed that he stayed whole under the anger of the two big bosses.

Gong Shiqi explained to An Xinglan and An Yeming at the same time that he was not a disciple and did not steal An Xinglan.

An Xinglan also helped Gong Shiqi clear up the misunderstanding, but the voice of the person who just cheered was too noisy, so Gong Shiqi got closer to talk to him, and An Yeming and the others looked at them from a wrong angle. .

However, Xiao Moyi and An Yeming's faces did not turn for the better. The two with cold faces were sitting on the left and the right of An Xinglan, and they were very similar to Gong Shiqi's three-court interrogation.

An Yeming said coldly to Gong Shiqi: "Having coveted? What's going on?"

Xiao Moyi was dissatisfied with An Yeming: "You didn't realize it at all?"

Regardless of Xiao Moyi, An Yeming stretched out his hand towards the teacup, wanting to throw it in Gong Shiqi's face, and he said that there was something wrong with An Xinglan's friend, so that's it!

An Yeming was instantly lifted from the mist.

An Xinglan hurriedly grabbed An Yeming's hand that was about to hit someone, and was very helpless to Xiao Moyi who had been adding fuel to the fire: "It's nothing, where do you want to go?"

Although Gong Shiqi was facing the two powerful men, and his breath was not smooth due to the force, he still said with difficulty, "something has happened."

An Xinglan grabbed An Yeming's hand, and turned his head to Gong Shiqi:?

"I am pleased with you and want to pursue you, please give me a chance to express myself." These words fell like thunder in the tea room.

Although I wanted to hide it before, and now is not a good time to express my heart, but now I can't deny my heart.

So Gong Shiqi bit the bullet and admitted it, and when the words came out, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It was the first time An Xinglan had encountered such a thing. Of course he was shocked, but now he really couldn't care less about other things. He hugged An Yeming who was out of anger, worried that An Yeming would beat him to death.

"Master, calm down, I just found out that he didn't do anything outrageous to me." An Xinglan's words were a bit twisted. In fact, as a man, he would not be taken advantage of by Gong Shiqi. Cheap.

But looking at An Yeming like this, it's like the daughter of the family has been bullied.

An Xinglan thought that it would be difficult for An Yeming to calm down his anger, but he didn't expect that An Yeming, who was being hugged, would quickly calm down. He said, "I'm calming down."

An Yeming looked at Gong Shiqi and said, "You leave here today."

"Also, you have no chance."

Gong Shiqi met An Yeming's big stick, but he had long thought that An Yeming would not be an enlightened master, so it was not a surprise, he just focused on An Xinglan.

An Xinglan: "...Sorry, I have no other thoughts about you."

Although he had this awareness before, after Gong Shiqi heard it, he was still depressed.

He forced a smile: "Well, actually I know."

"It's just a little delusional."

"Don't treat me as if you don't know me from now on just because of this. You've lived and died together." Gong Shiqi smiled so ugly that it made people feel uncomfortable. It's better to laugh than to cry, although I knew That would be the case, but after hearing An Xinglan's refusal, a corner of his heart suddenly became empty, as if a cool breeze was blowing in, making him feel very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, An Xinglan's refusal made An Yeming feel better, but Gong Shiqi's words made An Yeming not want An Xinglan to meet Gong Shiqi again.

"Lanlan, let's go, let's go back." An Yeming said and took An Xinglan away and went downstairs.

After walking for a while, An Xinglan grabbed An Yeming's hand. An Yeming was startled, his eyes fell on the two hands, one big and the other holding together, and then suddenly let go.

An Yeming seemed to realize that An Xinglan had really grown up today, and became a very popular person.

Maybe one day, it's not just Xiao Moyi who wants to snatch him away, there will even be a person who loves An Xinglan. They are the ones who are justified and confident. They face each other day and night as they should. Sooner or later, they are the most important to each other. .

Not only the sourness of overturning the old vinegar, but also a sense of dull pain, which is different from the anger Xiao Moyi felt when he came to fight to become a father, and now he knows that it can be even higher.

An Yeming realized that his own mentality was wrong. As a master, even if his disciples fell in love with others, it shouldn't be his current mentality, right?

An Xinglan saw that An Yeming's face was distracted, and he seemed to be shocked?An Xinglan tugged An Yeming's sleeve: "Master."

An Yeming was pulled for a while and then looked at him. An Xinglan looked at the master's eyes like a whirlpool and abyss. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly felt that there was a dangerous aura about the master at this time .

But in the blink of an eye, I realized that it was just an illusion. In just a moment, An Yeming regained his gentleness towards An Xinglan: "Lan Lan? What's wrong?"

The weird delusion just now couldn't be found again. After An Yeming asked, An Xinglan looked to the other side, and An Yeming followed suit - it was the cold-faced Xiao Moyi who had been following him from the teahouse. until now.

An Yeming: "Master Xiao, we've finished talking before, and now we have to go back."

An Xinglan also nodded slightly under Xiao Moyi's gaze: "En."

Xiao Moyi can ignore An Yeming's words, but he still attaches great importance to An Xinglan's attitude, and he did not follow up after all.

When An Xinglan and An Yeming walked for a while, An Xinglan turned around and saw him standing in the distance.

An Xinglan turned her head back silently, and she didn't know what kind of feeling came to her heart.

Although he got along well with Xiao Moyi before, after knowing that he would be the person he should call his father, he didn't know how to face it.

There is an additional emotion that is said to be close to the hometown but not accurate enough.

Both An Xinglan and An Yeming went back with a lot of worries.

And after An Yeming went back, he thought about it all night, went out of the room, and walked to the courtyard where An Xinglan was.

It was late at night, but the lights were still on in An Xinglan's study in that courtyard. When An Yeming entered, he saw a sleeping person lying on the table.

The arm was resting on the paper, not only was the arm stained with ink, but even the face and forehead were left with black ink, these smudges were added to the white face, like a little dirty cat.

Such a scene made An Yeming, who was originally full of mixed flavors and seemed heavy, couldn't help chuckling.

A waiter who followed wanted to apologize. He didn't know that His Royal Highness fell asleep here. When His Royal Highness was in the study, he didn't like random people coming in, but An Yeming stopped him with a wave of his hand before he could speak.

It's just that An Xinglan still felt the movement, moved a bit, and opened his eyes a little, but when he saw that it was An Yeming, he vaguely called "Master", and didn't want to wake up again.

At this time, the waiter had already retreated, and there were only An Yeming and An Xinglan in the room. An Yeming looked at An Xinglan's closed eyes safely, and the long eyelashes were cast on the face like a small fan. Looking at the small ink mark on An Xinglan's cheek in a small shadow, An Yeming's gaze softened due to the soft light.

Looking at it, he stretched out his fingers and touched the cheeks of the sleeping man, but he didn't wipe off the ink marks, but retracted his fingers and hugged the man up.

Perhaps because she knew it was An Yeming, An Xinglan didn't wake up until she was put on the bed and pulled up the quilt, but turned over while hugging the quilt.However, An Yeming's movements were very light all the way down, as if holding a rare treasure in the world.

When the sun was high, An Xinglan woke up, and she was not surprised to see An Yeming, but she didn't think that he didn't leave last night, and thought he came here again today.

He also said to An Yeming: "Master, sit down first, and I will wash my face."

An Yeming nodded slightly.

But soon, An Xinglan ran back and yelled at An Yeming: "Master, my face has become an inkstone! You didn't tell me, and you didn't wipe it for me yesterday."

Facing An Xinglan's accusation, An Yeming was dumbfounded. Wasn't he afraid of waking An Xinglan up yesterday?

But under An Xinglan's accusation, it was always his fault, "Shall I wipe it for you now?"

Then where is it still useful?He just washes himself.

This time I washed very vigorously, looking left and right in the mirror, and asked An Yeming if it was clean.

His face was rubbed red, as if it wasn't his own face, that rude, An Yeming hurriedly said: "It's clean, it's clean."

Finally, after all the tossing, An Yeming took out something to show his credit: "The homework manuscript you wrote yesterday, I will help you finish the rest."

Yes, after sitting by An Xinglan's bed for a while yesterday, An Yeming went back to An Xinglan's study.

What An Xinglan wrote yesterday was smudged by the ink he rubbed on him, so An Yeming sat at the desk and copied it for him.

And the second half of the book that he didn't finish was also finished by him.

An Yeming also said: "In the future, you don't have to stay up late to write these. If you don't have enough time, it doesn't matter if you delay."

Actually it wasn't. Last night, An Xinglan was just upset, so she stayed in the study to find something to do. However, it was difficult for An Xinglan to reveal to An Yeming about Xiao Moyi's worries.

An Xinglan took the manuscript written by An Yeming in his hand and read it. It has to be said that even if An Yeming was a homework substitute, he was very qualified. An Xinglan almost thought it was him What I wrote before going to bed——

It is completely in line with his own thinking and current level of knowledge. Well, An Yeming knows how many bowls of water he has. From this aspect, An Yeming's master is quite qualified.

But on the other hand, just..., An Xinglan said in surprise: "Master, are you trying to help me cheat?"

An Yeming coughed lightly: "This can't be called cheating, can it?"

why not

Even An Xinglan felt that his master spoiled his disciple so much that he had no principles.

However, his master was still sitting at the table in a serious manner, acting like an elegant and dignified suzerain. Who would have thought that such a master would actually do such a thing?

An Xinglan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Master, brother will see."

An Yeming said confidently and calmly: "No, he can't see it."

By the way, the handwriting written by An Yeming has also imitated [-]% of the handwriting, very dedicated and thoughtful.

An Xinglan: "...That, that, that won't work either. I'm going to write now."

An Xinglan resisted the temptation, and then said to An Yeming: "Of course, I'm still very touched by what Master wrote for me, and I will keep it well."

An Yeming worked hard for nothing, but she wasn't annoyed either.Sitting in the study with a book, and writing with An Xinglan, his eyes fell on An Xinglan's focused profile, and he felt proud in his heart.

His family Lanlan is really excellent.