Chapter 213

Repeat the old saying.

The topic is not new, but the hot spot is still there.

The radian of my mouth still declined, and I basically knew the purpose of Xia Qinghe.

I didn't get blocked in the game. At this time, she didn't hesitate to use her own face to stir up the heat.

"I'm really sorry about what happened before."

Before the reporter continued to ask questions, I looked at Xia Qinghe next to me and said.

No anger, no anger.

Xia Qinghe looked into my eyes and flashed a few times.

"But I've always wondered why Miss Xia happened to go to the street over there that day. If she chose the main road as before, maybe she wouldn't hurt you by mistake. I still want to apologize for my brother."

I said sincerely and looked into her eyes.

It's not who's right or wrong. Everyone's hands are not clean.

Xia Qinghe is the same.

The only thing beyond her expectation is disfigurement.

It's a pity that I investigated these, but I didn't expect Xia Qinghe to have been prepared long ago. The evidence was also destroyed and disappeared.

Even if I knew there was something fishy in it, I really couldn't find any evidence after such a long time.

She put on her face, and I put in my brother. If it's true, it's all right.

It's just that Xia Qinghe doesn't give up. She can't help but continue to control this topic.

"Coincidentally, I just needed to buy something. I passed by there and went to see it when I heard the news."

Xia Qinghe said.

The reason is far fetched, but there is no loophole.

"What are you doing talking about these past things? But speaking of it, Miss Tang, I haven't seen your master come. Haven't you received the invitation?"

Xia Qinghe changed the subject and said.

But under this gentle voice, there is no soft words.

But the same sharpness.

His heart is punishable.

My chin was still up, not because she was a little uncomfortable.

I know her mind basically. I want to hold this thing and ridicule me.

Looking at the smile on her lips, it seems that she stepped on my painful foot.

It's a pity that they worship the wrong master in their eyes, but I just met a master who doesn't like to show off.

In the long-term relationship, I am more qualified than anyone to comment.

"How can I not receive it? If I die, it should be that he doesn't want to come."

I said with a sneer, and the tone was not as good as before, "and Miss Xia has no professional knowledge. She may not think my master is powerful, but I still admire her."

I'm still trying to save my master's face outside. It's like slapping me directly.

"What?"

Qin Langjun's voice was a little lazy.

Come to me with a low voice.

Just now, I was holding my body, my whole body tightened up and down, showing an open and wanton smile, trying to hold up the scene.

But when I heard the sound, my body, which had been strongly supported, seemed to get a signal suddenly and relax a bit.

Many times, it is subconscious to rely on.

He's on both sides. I'm too lazy to show my sharp claws and deal with these people in front of me.

"I'm talking about my master. Miss Xia doesn't think my master is very prominent. She wants to change one for me."

I looked up, smiled at him and explained.

I took a look at the summer green grass and took it back.

The reporters here have spread a lot more than just now. Not so many are on my side.

Probably because of his scruples about the existence of Qin Langjun.

If he doesn't come now, these reporters and an unkind Xia Qinghe don't know when to deal with it.

"No, I don't mean that. I just think if Miss Tang needs a better teacher, I have a way. I don't look down on her."

Xia Qinghe said with some urgency.

A little annoyance flashed on her white face, full of the posture of her little daughter.

Even when I saw it, I felt that I was still in pity.

Unfortunately, my character is always straightforward. I can't appreciate people who are no different from green tea bitches.

"Yes, not famous."

I sighed, leaned against Qin Langjun and repeated.

These problems, Rao is me, and I have been thinking about them. Obviously, I have the ability that does not belong to the master. Why do I always deliberately hide my ability.

He is always a habitual slovenly appearance, which makes it difficult to connect him with the master.

Not to mention the inside, it is difficult to imagine this possibility just because of its wild appearance.

"Who told you it wasn't famous?"

Qin Langjun lowered his head slightly and said in my ear.

The breath driven by words is burning in my ear.

Although it was whispering, the voice was not high or low.

I'm a little confused about what I said.

When I was curious before, I didn't investigate, but the results were the same as no results.

Although my master, an old man, is extremely untidy at will, I can't find much information about him.

Then I won't check it. Anyway, what I want to worship is not a name.

I looked up slightly, my neck was a little sour, and looked at his chin, a little distracted.

I'm still thinking about what he said.

He looked down at me as if he had a sense.

He smiled in a low voice. "It's not too much to say it's a master. I'm afraid that the nine uncles on the stage will not catch up with you for a few years."

When the words fell, my broken hair was gathered by him.

Still in a state of ignorance.

You master?

Is that what I think?

"The younger generation is terrible. Are you going to uncover all my information?"

My master came here with a look that was not very colorful. He was rarely dressed formally, but his hair was still a little messy. He walked over and said.

That's not for me.

I haven't finished digesting the previous news. Now I see my master coming and I'm all over him.

If it hadn't been for the instructions and books he gave me, I couldn't have really passed the competition this time.

Moreover, he gave me a reassurance that even if I failed this time, I could successfully enter the next round.

How can I not be moved.

I cried in a low voice. My master smiled and stuffed something into my arms. He said without restraint: "I guess you will succeed. Fortunately, I have prepared a gift for you in advance, otherwise I really can't get anything out of the old man."