What if Xiao Naibao's father is really Xiao Mo's brother or uncle? What will she do at that time?
Should we end such an unethical relationship, or should we pretend that nothing happened?
She stood there, frowning and silent.
Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment, his eyes flickering uncertainly, quietly waiting for her answer.
Finally, she nodded, "Okay!"
Xiao Mo smiled. His handsome cheeks were like poppies in full bloom, so beautiful that they attracted people's soul. They were also like the vines on the edge of the cliff that had experienced the storm, gorgeous and graceful.
After returning to her room with her little milk bag in her arms, Tan Wei's voice rang outside, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, are you there?"
Liu Qiqi stood up and opened the door, looking at Tan Wei outside.
Tan Wei took a look inside the room, Xiao Mo was also there, and then smiled honestly, "Master is in the study, waiting for us to attend the class. If senior sister doesn't have time, I will go back to the master..."
"No, I'll go!" Liu Qiqi said indifferently.
She turned back to look at Xiao Mo, "Help me take care of the little milk bag!"
Xiao Mo nodded and sat there, quietly looking at the sleeping face of the little girl.
Liu Qiqi turned around and left.
In the study, when Qi He saw Liu Qiqi, he immediately shouted exaggeratedly, "Oh, Qiqi, you are like my clouds, floating across my boundless and confused sky..."
Liu Qiqi was confused and looked back at Tan Wei. Tan Wei explained, "Master has recently become obsessed with writing poetry!"
"Oh, Qiqi, you are like the sweet spring of my life, flowing from my dry and boring desert..." Qi He closed his eyes and continued to sing heartily.
"Master, this is a love poem. How can you read a love poem to your apprentice?" Tan Wei couldn't stand listening and stopped him.
Qi He opened his eyes, blew his beard and stared, "What do you know? These are two mental formulas!"
Tan Wei's eyes widened, while Liu Qiqi raised her lips and smiled, "Seven days of clouds and seven days of rain will not turn the desert into a ditch, right, master?"
"Qiqi, you are such a genius!" Qi He stepped forward as if he had met a close friend, expressing his admiration with his eyes.
"This is a formula for praying for rain. It means that as long as it is sunny for seven days, you can use Xuanqi to gather the clouds and then break away the clouds to make rain!" Liu Qiqi explained again.
"Sister, how do you know?" Tan Wei said in disbelief.
Liu Qiqi looked at Qi He and said nothing.
In fact, this is the same as modern artificial rainfall. You can find the place with thick clouds and fire a cannon to definitely bring down the rain.
The same is true for Xuan Qi, except that Xuan Qi can gather clouds, but modern artificial rainfall cannot.
Qi He clapped his hands and applauded, and continued to read poems. Tan Wei stopped him, "Master, I'd better let my senior sister give me lectures in the future. If you need to rest, go and rest..."
Qi He looked at Tan Wei, then at Liu Qiqi, and cried loudly, "Wow."
He put the book aside and kept pounding the table, "I knew you disliked me and my master, wow..."
"Master, that's not what I meant!" Tan Wei scratched his hair and explained awkwardly.
"That's what you mean, that's what you mean!" Qi He burst into tears.