Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and Qianxing's expression was shocked.

"Do you have someone you like? Who? What is it called? When did you meet?"

The demon leader is very angry. When did his green plum get arched by a pig?

"Wait later, you said that the saint is the wife of the leader? This foster father didn't tell me."

"But we are the best match, my father said you can be my wife."

"Hey, by the way, is your mother a saint?"

"No."

Qian Xing shook his head, wondering why Jun Zishu suddenly asked this.

"Then do you know the former saint?"

"I have a bit of an impression. She is not very much in the teacher. I have not seen it once in a few years. Every time she comes back, she talks to my dad for a while, stays with herself for a while, and then ran out."

Qianxing was trying hard to remember, saying everything he remembered,

"Then do you know where her old thing is?"

"I don't know about this. I have to ask the servant who has been waiting for a long time. Why are you asking about this?"

"It's nothing, take care of things yourself, call me if you have something."

Gentleman is not planning to leave now. First, he intends to let Qianxing stabilize the situation for a while, and second, he wants Shen Zheyan to calm down and think about it.

"Okay... wait a minute! You haven't answered me if you just gave it to me!"

Qian Xing remembered what he said that Jun Zi Shu hadn't answered yet, so he almost ran away with Jun Zi Shu again.

"Thousands of you, it's impossible for you and me, sorry."

Jun Zishu shrugged and refused again.

She didn't expect that Qianxing would like her. After all, Qianxing always worked against her. He would frustrate her if he had nothing to do. Who knew that he liked her, it would be good if the gentleman didn't hit him.

But this also means that she doesn't need to interfere with anything. The second one is just as cannon fodder?

There is also this good thing, Jun Zishu stroked his chin.

Juvenile feelings are always poetry, but unfortunately, she is not the right person.

So it's better to refuse it early and cut it off.

If you don't like it, don't like it. Why do you drag others? The gentleman book doesn't need to use others' likes to prove its charm.

"why?"

Qianxing is very dazed. He hasn't started to express himself yet, and he hasn't started pursuing it. How could it be impossible?

"Ah, yes, I like women."

Junzishu tried to use a relaxed and clear tone to say, in line with her consistent attitude towards Qianxing, not abrupt or deliberate.

"what?"

"You will always be my good brother. If you become a woman, maybe I will be interested."

Jun Zishu stroked his chin, his eyes rolled around Qianxing's chir, with a malicious light.

Qianxing subconsciously walked behind the table, blocking his own Tintin.

What kind of sadomasochism is playing? Qian Xing is actually a second-year tsundere boy. The more hypocritical he is, the deeper he remembers.

Why bother, it's better to be more comfortable.

"are you serious?"

"I never make jokes about such big things."

"Do you like Shen Zheyan?"

Qianxing thought of the woman in white he had seen, and the gentleman's book and some words he had said.

"Yeah, how about it, I have a good vision."

"How can you like her?"

Qianxing looked at the book of gentlemen with a foolish look, and he couldn't even care about the pain of being broken before he started falling in love.

"Why can't I like her, do we two Qingmei Qingmei know? We grew up together, and then there was an accident in our village, and she and I depended on each other, but she went to learn martial arts, and I was robbed here again, so we separated ."

"She looks good, has a good temper, treats me well, and is good at martial arts. Why don't I like her?"

The gentleman broke his fingers and gave Qian Xing count the advantages of Shen Zheyan.

"I'm also good-looking, good-tempered, good to you, martial arts is amazing."

Qianxing said unconvinced, and looked at Junzishu with stubborn eyes.

"Are you afraid that you want me to beat you, and you will feel troubled if you don't fight with you one day?"

The gentleman rolled his sleeves and stared at Qianxing.

The atmosphere was relaxed again, and Qian Xing felt much better in his heart.

"Yanxi, do you really like her?"

"I really like it, it will never change!"

"But she is a righteous person, you know what it means to love each other?"

"I know."

"You know what a shit!"

Qianxing patted the table, thinking that if his father were here, he would be stunned by a gentleman.

"They are decent and upright. As long as they have a little touch with us, they will scream and have the plague one by one. Does Shen Zheyan know that you are a saint?"

"do not know."

"If they don't know your identity, you want to be nice to them? Are you trying to **** me off?"

Qianxing covered his chest, feeling that the person he liked might really have a bubble in his mind.

"It's not a big problem, I'll just confess to her in the future."

"There are so many things against each other, the difference between good and evil, more than just talking about it, although we are not offending the river, but the undercurrent is already surging. If one day, you are with her, she will know you. The identity of Jianghu people know your identity, what will happen to her? Even if she is willing, she will not be willing! If one day, we fight, how should she be? How should you be!"

Jun Zi Shu looked at Qian Yun who was stern and stern, and knew that he was doing her good.

The future does not seem to be optimistic.

But there is no way, Shen Zheyan is her mission goal, no matter how difficult it is, she must approach her unless Shen Zheyan is unwilling.

But since in the original plot, the demon leader can drink Shen Zheyan together, why can't she be a saint?

"Qianxing, I know you said so much for my own good."

The gentleman was serious and looked at Qianxing seriously.

Qianxing let out a soft snort from his nose and raised his chin.

"I will not change my decision, but I will never betray the Demon Cult. If she loves me, then I am willing to overcome all kinds of difficulties."

"What if she doesn't love you."

"Then I will kill the person she likes, and let her kill me in the end?"

Jun Zi Shu blew his fingers and said with a smile.

"It's crazy."

Qianxing was taken aback by her words, rubbing his eyebrows, very distressed.

It is simply double unhappiness, superimposed together.

"If no one picks up the matter, it is impossible to fight. If someone picks up the matter, then deal with that side. The method is what people think."

Jun Zishu shrugged, very calm.

Qianxing didn't know what to say, and felt headache and a little pain.

"Qianxing, I suspect you like me because..."

"Because of what?"

"You've been my girl since childhood."

"Isn't the maid a woman?"

"Except for this?"

"Six Elders?"

"Your age determines your impossibility."

"Who wants to be possible with her!"

"Well, let's not talk about this, I will go first, and let people call me if you have something to do. I will not leave until your place is stable."

"Qianxing, you will be a very good leader in the future."

"Do you still need to talk about this?"

A conversation that should have been unhappy ended in this way, and the atmosphere was considered more harmonious.

Qianxing's young man's heart was fragmented, and then he was smashed by a gentleman's book, and he was forcibly glued again, and he had to take it easy now.

The gentleman went to ask the older servants who had served him, and successfully found some things left by the saint.

A lot of things were gone, only some were received in a wooden box, and the gentleman book blew up and opened the box.

There are some jewelry in it, nothing else.

In the book of gentleman, he saw the curtain of some bells that Yun Sheng said, and took the whole box directly.

In the evening, Qian Xing came to the gentleman for a drink.

Jun Zishu considered Qianxing's broken relationship and no one would accompany him to drink, so she could only make her the "culprit" be accompanied by a bitter mood, and sat down and had a drink with Qianxing.

She had a good amount of alcohol, and she had a drink after another with Qianxing.

Qian Xing may have been drunk in the end, holding the wine jar and dragging her to chatter.

"I like you so much, why don't you like me."

"I like me so much, why should I like them one by one."

The gentleman waved his hand, not making an appointment.

"Yanxi, you fool."

"You are a fool."

Junzishu is not happy, who is he scolding for a fool.

"You're still blind, I don't like this, what **** women like."

"You also like **** women, OK, you're blind."

Jun Zi Shu also drank a lot, and he replied, although I felt that there was something wrong with what I said, but there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Xiao Huaxian said that facing this kind of pupils who couldn't bear to look directly at the curse, its host was much naive.

Qian Xing finally lay down, and Jun Zi Shu could still stand up.

Jun Zi Shu dragged Qian Xing to a room in her yard, dumped the person up, and then wandered back to her room.

Junzishu was at ease on the Mojiao side, but the Shen Zheyan over there was plunged into depression.

On the ninth day of parting with the little demon girl, missed her.

Shen Zheyan found that she couldn't do anything. She wandered around Hangzhou every day, and occasionally went to sit with Yunsheng, drink tea, and listen to stories. There was nothing else left.

In fact, I didn't particularly think about it, but when I was alone, I felt that the surroundings were too quiet, and felt as if the gentleman's book would be able to push the door in the next moment, and then smiled and said what is today.

Shen Zheyan once again tasted the taste of missing. This is different from missing her parents. It is not blindly worry, sour and sour, but also with some sweetness.

Shen Zheyan thought, Jun Zishu should like her.

But she wasn't sure, after all, Jun Zishu showed that he didn't care about that thing so much, and she had been very clingy to her because of her childhood intimacy.

What if Junzishu just treats her like a close sister?

Shen Zheyan sighed, feeling a little worried.

It rained again outside the house, pattering.

The mountains and rivers here are gentle, and the rain is gentle.

The wet water vapor seemed to enter Shen Zheyan's heart, making her heart moist.

Did the little liar come back today?

No.