In the house,

Jiaojiao followed her master in. There were only two of them in Nuo Da's room.

Rong Yan flicked his sleeves and poured water for Jiaojiao, while Jiaojiao looked at the scene in the room curiously.

The place you enter is very simple and simple. There are Bagua diagrams and Tai Chi diagrams hanging on the wall. It looks a bit like a monk's residence in a temple.

There was also a faint musky smell floating in the room. Jiaojiao sniffed it and found that the smell was somewhat similar to the breath of her master.

"Watch it slowly in a while, drink water first to moisten your throat."

Rong Yan's gentle voice sounded.

Jiaojiao looked away and nodded to her master: "Thank you so much, master."

Then, Jiaojiao looked at the tea cup on the table, and used her little hands to hold the chair to climb up. However, this chair was taller than the one at home, so it was a bit difficult for Jiaojiao to climb up.

Suddenly, a big hand lifted her up by her back collar.

"Huh~ Why are the chairs here so tall?"

Jiaojiao raised her hand to fan her cheeks, looked at her master gratefully, held up the tea cup in front of her and said softly, "Thank you for your help, master."

After saying that, Jiaojiao imitated her father and uncle's drinking style and drank it all in one gulp.

As a result, her little face wrinkled into a bun the next second.

"Well, it's a bit bitter."

Jiaojiao put down the cup, stuck out her tongue, looked at the master and said, "Master, your tea doesn't taste good. Is there no fruit tea here?"

Rong Yan said one thing since he entered the door, and the rest was just the nagging of the little girl. Hearing her question, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to straighten her wrinkled collar, and replied: "Now

No, I’ll ask someone to prepare it next time.”

Seeing her master arranging her clothes, Jiaojiao sat up straight and let her master arrange her clothes. She nodded obediently and said, "Okay then."

Rong Yan originally just wanted to clean her back, but he didn't expect that this little girl was still waiting for someone to take care of her.

Regardless, Rong Yan's slender index finger followed the back collar and tidied up the front collar.

Jiaojiao has a well-behaved face and does not feel any discomfort at all, because her parents and sisters at home also take good care of her.

"Okay." After Rong Yan finished speaking, he withdrew his hand.

Jiaojiao lowered her head and glanced at her neatly dressed clothes, her little face was very satisfied.

Rong Yan picked up the kumquat on the side and peeled it open, then handed it to Jiaojiao and said, "Eat an orange to relieve the taste in your mouth."

Jiaojiao saw such a small orange for the first time. She took it and looked at it curiously, then asked: "Master, did you pick this little orange before it has grown up?"

"No, that's the type of it. It's sour and sweet, and it tastes pretty good." Rong Yan took another one, peeled it, and threw it into his mouth.

Jiaojiao watched him eat it directly, then took a bite and started eating.

The taste in the mouth was sweeter than sour. Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she ate it. She liked this fruit. Her cheeks were bulging. She asked Rong Yan, "Master, where did you buy this orange? I want to buy the seeds and plant them at home."

, we will be able to eat it next year."

Rong Yan looked at the plate and saw that there were about ten more, raised his hand, placed the plate directly in front of Jiaojiao, and explained:

"These are fruits from the south. Those grown in the north have a sour taste and are not delicious. If you like them, take them. I will send someone to give you two baskets when the fruits come out every year."

Jiaojiao heard that the master was so kind, she nodded happily and said with a smile: "Yeah, the master is so kind."

Eating small kumquats, my delicate and moist eyes never forget to look at the oranges on the table.

If this orange is buried in the black soil of space, will an orange tree grow?

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Rong Yan took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and leaned over to wipe the little girl's mouth, but before he could lift his arm, something was surging in his chest, and then there seemed to be a smell of blood in his throat.

He squeezed the handkerchief tightly and pressed it down with his inner strength. His face turned a bit whiter to the naked eye.

Jiaojiao has sensitive ears and a sensitive nose, so she immediately noticed something was wrong.

She looked up following the smell and met her master's pale face.

Jiaojiao dropped the orange in her hand, held Master's hand with her little hand, secretly conveyed spiritual power, and asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Yan's chest was extremely cold. Just when he was about to answer, a warmth suddenly came from nowhere and entered his body. The chill that was still biting just now subsided a lot in an instant.

"No problem." Rong Yan rubbed his temples.

Jiaojiao still had a worried look on her face, and she didn't let go of her hand, continuing to send him spiritual power.

Seeing her like this, Rong Yan couldn't help but reach out with his big hand and poke her fleshy cheek. He liked the feeling of the bullet very much.

Jiaojiao was worried about him, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly act like this. Her little fleshy hand quickly pulled his hand down and said in a soft voice: "Master, you haven't said anything about you lying to me yet."<

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Rong Yan glanced at the white and tender little fleshy hand covering the back of his hand, and the corners of his mouth quickly rose a little. His handsome face was cold, and he looked at the little baby and asked, "What did I lie to you?"

Jiaojiao looked at him seriously with her big black and white eyes, and Nuonuo said: "You said before that you were going to a far away place, but you are clearly here. It is not far at all. It is very close to Qing'an Temple and my home.

Ah."

Rong Yan raised his hand and poked her soft cheek again, and explained softly: "This is a long story, but it is indeed my fault as a teacher."

Hearing what he said, Jiaojiao stopped blaming him. She held her chin with her hands and thought of something with bright eyes. She came over and asked Rong Yan in a low voice: "Master, if this is the case, is the half-year appointment gone?"

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There is no personal appointment, as long as her father comes back here, she can follow him to visit the master.

Rong Yan glanced at the little girl, and naturally knew what she was thinking, and explained casually: "I am practicing here, and the outside world may interfere with it. Even if there is no appointment for half a year, Jiaojiao does not need to come often."
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Jiaojiao choked when she heard this, curled her lips and muttered: "Who said it was coming."

Rong Yan chuckled, raised his hand and rubbed her head, sighing: "Why are you so clingy?"

Although the two of them didn't get along for a long time, this little guy was very relaxed in front of him, acting and talking like he was an old acquaintance.

When Jiaojiao heard what he said, she felt increasingly unhappy. She pouted her lips and snorted softly, saying in a waxy voice, "Brother Ji brought me here today. I won't come here in the future."

She is indeed a big liar. She will make other friends in the future, and he will not have time to find her by then.

Rong Yan's eyebrows were raised, and the little girl's face didn't turn red when she said this. Ji Huai clearly told him that it was the little girl's prayer that brought it.

Although he knew the truth, Rong Yan rubbed his eyebrows when he saw the person like this.
Chapter completed!