Hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao seemed to have thought of something and lowered her eyes.
A muffled voice passed over.
"But... maybe some people don't like it."
As she said that, she picked up the wine bottle and poured herself a glass of wine. She laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm in a good mood. It's a long time to come anyway. Today is your birthday. Don't talk about me anymore. Let's have a drink. By the way
Tell me if you have met any romance abroad."
...
Listening to the busy tone of the phone, Changqing frowned, but then he just put the phone in his pocket and walked into the side hall.
Changsong, who was standing at the entrance of the temple, glanced at him.
"Senior Brother, why don't you give me your cell phone so that I won't disturb your lecture later."
Changqing took out his cell phone and was about to hand it to him when he seemed to think of something and retracted his hand.
"No need." He said calmly, "I'll just keep it myself."
Changsong:?
what happened?
When I just answered the phone, I was obviously very angry.
Changqing returned to his seat and picked up the book just now.
"Quiet, let's continue the lecture."
The people below heard Chang Qing's much colder tone and looked at each other.
"Eldest brother, what's going on? Has something happened? Why did he become so fierce after going out?"
"I don't know." The man lowered his voice and replied, "Maybe something happened in the temple?"
"That's right. Senior brother is usually the most just and kind-hearted. He must be acting like this when he encounters something unfair."
He Jun listened to the discussion below and looked at Changqing quietly.
Changqing, however, continued to talk about the book in his hand without realizing it.
"...Cultivation of one's mind and nature, first of all, self-cultivation. When I study my body every day, I need to hold my breath and concentrate on it."
"One is to have a calm mind. Only when the mind is calm can you breathe in spiritual energy and wash away the turbidity..."
He kept saying that he was clearing his mind and purifying his energy, but Changqing couldn't calm down now.
It was like there was an unknown fire pressing down on his chest, making him feel hot all over.
Very annoying.
This inexplicable emotion also affects his expression and tone.
He spoke faster and faster, and his expression became colder and colder.
In the end, He Yun couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand.
"Taoist Priest..."
Changqing looked at him with cold eyes.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm not feeling well today, can I go back first?"
Changqing pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and said, "Then let's end the class today."
Disciples:???
no.
Is this the end?
...
...
Inside Fu Ying Club.
This is already the second game of the Dai Jing team.
The atmosphere in the club is livelier and more intense.
The children from the rich family were no longer restrained and they all had fun.
After a while, Dai Jing drank too much and was helped to the room to rest by others as she staggered.
Wen Jiaojiao saw that it was getting late, so she decided to leave.
But he was stopped by everyone.
Everyone joked:
"It's only one o'clock. Sister Jiaojiao is leaving so soon?"
"That's right, I've only called you out for so long, why don't you play more?"
"You're not going to find the man you talked about, are you? He's so good, why not play more with us."
Wen Jiaojiao curled her lips and said, "Who's going to look for him? I just feel a little sleepy and want to go back to sleep."
A man next to her pushed her down.
"Why don't you just follow me and play two more rounds with us."
Helpless, Wen Jiaojiao had no choice but to join the drinking party again.
These people seemed determined to get her drunk, pouring white wine and foreign wine at her.
After three rounds of drinking, Wen Jiaojiao was completely exhausted and lay on the sofa panting.
"No, I can't. I really can't drink anymore. Please let me go."
"Tsk, Sister Jiaojiao, look at you, you don't go out to play anymore and your drinking capacity is getting smaller. You can't do this."
"The last drink, really the last drink."
"I--"
The man tried to drink Wen Jiaojiao down.
Wen Jiaojiao no longer had the strength to resist.
Just when he was about to launch a fire to deal with these lawless people, the box door was pushed open.
In the mottled light and shadow, Wen Jiaojiao seemed to see a familiar figure walking towards her.
"long--"
Wen Jiaojiao became confused, but everyone around her was dumbfounded.
This group of people drank a lot, and when they saw the person coming, they kept rubbing their eyes.
"Mom, did I see a fairy?"
"Who is this person?"
"It looks like he's still wearing a Taoist robe. Why is the actor here?"
Changqing ignored everyone's sizing glances, walked straight to Wen Jiaojiao, and coldly uttered two words - "Go back."
Wen Jiaojiao shook her head, "No, I'm so tired, I want to sleep here."
Changqing's brows furrowed even more tightly.
When he was about to step forward and drag the person away, the man next to him stood up and pushed him hard.
"Who are you? Why are you touching my Jiaojiao?"
Changqing glanced over with cold eyes, "My family? What is your relationship with her?"
The man was stunned and stammered, "She, of course she is my god-sister."
Changqing looked away and wanted to continue dragging Wen Jiaojiao.
The man was too drunk and kept pestering him.
Changqing completely lost his patience, turned his backhand into a palm, and knocked the man to the ground. Then he lifted Wen Jiaojiao on his shoulders and walked away in the shocked eyes of everyone in the box.
Ever since, this strange scene appeared on the highway on the outskirts of the city——
A man in a monk's robe strolled along the road, holding a whisk in one hand and carrying a drunken woman wearing heavy makeup and a short skirt in the other hand.
It's hard not to catch your eye with this strange combination.
When the seventeenth person looked back at them, Changqing put Wen Jiaojiao down, took off his robe and wrapped it around her.
Then he took out his mobile phone, tapped on the keyboard, and dialed a person's number.
After ringing for a full minute, a lazy voice came from the other end.
"Changqing? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"
"Do you care if your friend drinks too much?"
Jiang Li was puzzled, "What kind of friend?"
"Wen Jiaojiao."
After the words fell, Wen Jiaojiao on the side seemed to wake up after hearing her name, and rushed forward to hug Chang Qing's leg.
"Are you the male model Jingjing ordered for me? You are indeed much more handsome than the previous one. Little brother, what's your name? Hehe."
Changqing: "......"
His face was so dark that water was almost dripping from his face.
Even Jiang Li on the other end of the phone seemed to notice it.
But she burst out laughing.
Changqing, Changqing.
You also have today.
What a turn of events!
Thinking of this, Jiang Li let out a long yawn.
"I'm about to take the exam. I've been busy reviewing these days and I don't have time. Wen Jiaojiao will ask you to take care of me. Good night."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without mercy.