After receiving Qin Changsheng's reply, Tang Ying breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called Luo Yuyan and agreed to meet at ten in the morning.
It was not yet 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was still early before 10 o'clock. Qin Changsheng said: "I'm going to take a shower. You can sit down wherever you want."
"OK."
Tang Ying smiled and nodded.
Qin Changsheng went to the bathroom in the bedroom to take a shower, while Tang Ying wandered around the room bored.
Soon, Tang Ying found Long Jing lying in the corner of the living room, sleeping soundly next to Lingshi.
"Hey, what is this, a figure?"
The little red dragon spirit is only as thick as a finger. It looks no different from the Chinese dragon, but it is too small.
At this moment, in Tao Ying's eyes, it looked lifelike and alive.
"Hey, it feels like it's still snoring and breathing. It's really interesting."
Tang Ying gently picked up the little dragon spirit and felt it was soft and warm to the touch, not like an artificial figure at all.
"It's really strange. The more you look at it, the more it looks like it's alive."
Tang Ying became more and more surprised. She looked back and forth with the dragon essence and stroked it gently.
"Ouch..."
Long Jing slept soundly for almost a day and night, and it was time to wake up. At this time, under Tang Ying's fiddle, she yawned, woke up leisurely, and met Tang Ying's shocked eyes with blank eyes!
"ah!"
"Ouch!"
Tang Ying and Long Jing were both startled. Tang Ying seemed to be electrocuted, and she let go of Long Jing and threw her out.
The dragon spirit spun its body in the air and landed lightly on the ground. Like a centipede, it quickly crawled away, hid under the cabinet, and disappeared from Tang Ying's sight.
"what happened?"
Qin Changsheng, who was taking a shower, heard the sound, pushed open the bathroom door, and shouted to Tang Ying in the living room across the bedroom.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, there is a monster in your house!"
Tang Ying turned pale with fright, and stumbled to the bedroom, where she caught a glimpse of Qin Changsheng, naked, standing at the door of the bathroom. There was also the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Qin Changsheng hurriedly shrank back, leaving only his upper body exposed, and asked doubtfully: "Monster?"
"Yes, monster!" Tang Ying patted her plump breasts and said with lingering fear: "It's a little red dragon, a little creature that looks exactly like a dragon. It's alive!"
Qin Changsheng understood instantly and said with a smile: "Oh, that's my pet. You didn't do anything to it, right?"
"Pet? What kind of pet is that?"
Tang Ying blinked in surprise at first, and then said: "I just saw it lying on the ground. I thought it was a figure. I thought it was exquisitely made, so I picked it up and looked at it. Unexpectedly, it suddenly woke up and shocked me.
, I threw it on the ground, and it seemed to be frightened and crawled under the cabinet."
Qin Changsheng nodded, not worried about breaking the dragon spirit. After all, the dragon spirit is not a vulgar object, and it is nourished by spiritual energy. Let alone throwing it on the ground, even hitting or tearing it hard may not hurt it.
He made it up casually: "This little dragon is a rare and exotic beast called Honglin. It looks like a dragon but is not a dragon. Don't worry, it is very well-behaved and will not hurt anyone."
"Red Lin?" Tang Ying was even more surprised. She had never heard of such an animal, but knowing that the red Lin would not hurt anyone, she felt relieved and glanced at Qin Changsheng's muscular upper body, which was still dripping with water.
, with a blushing face, he said: "I understand, then you take a shower first."
After saying that, she hurriedly retreated and came to the living room. She bravely went under the cabinet to look for the dragon spirit, but found that the dragon spirit had gone to someone else.
After a while, Qin Changsheng came out of the shower, wearing pajamas and his hair was still a little wet.
Tang Ying said: "I don't know where that Honglin went. He crawled under the cabinet before, but now he's gone."
Qin Changsheng said: "It's okay, don't worry about it. Let me make some breakfast. What do you want to eat?"
"Will Mr. Qin still make breakfast?"
Tang Ying said in surprise: "Why don't you go to my house to eat and let my cook cook it?"
"No need to bother, just eat whatever you want."
Qin Changsheng waved his hand and went straight to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took out some ingredients. He quickly made two bowls of simple but delicious chopped green onion noodles. He cooked a poached egg each and spread a few slices of sausage on the noodles. Please Tang Ying
Sit down and eat.
The appearance and color of this bowl of noodles made by Qin Changsheng cannot be said to be outstanding, but it is definitely not made by someone who does not know cooking skills. When you eat it, it is mellow and delicious. The soup and noodles are so delicious that it is indescribable.
After one bowl, her stomach felt warm and comfortable, and Tang Ying drank all the soup.
"Mr. Qin, you are so awesome. This bowl of noodles is the most comfortable bowl I have eaten in so many years."
Tang Ying praised it sincerely. In fact, she seldom eats noodles, but mostly rice, whole grains and high-quality carbohydrates.
"What's this? It's just a bowl of chopped green onion noodles."
Qin Changsheng waved his hand and said, "What's more, the ingredients in my refrigerator were all prepared by you in advance. I'm borrowing flowers to express my blessing."
Tang Ying smiled and wanted to help wash the dishes, but Qin Changsheng refused. He worked very quickly, washing the pots and dishes in a short time, and also used a cloth to wipe the stove clean with a little soup on it.
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Tang Ying saw it with great admiration.
A capable man like Qin Changsheng is meticulous when it comes to housework, even more meticulous than women.
After breakfast, he looked at the time and saw that it was not yet nine o'clock. Qin Changsheng suggested: "Let's go for a walk together. Wait until half past nine and drive to meet that Luo Yuyan."
"good."
Tang Ying agreed.
The two of them left the villa together and wandered around the community of the mountainside villa. Occasionally they met one or two people. Most of those people were familiar with Tang Ying. They greeted Tang Ying, and then looked at Qin Changsheng with curiosity, guessing
Qin Changsheng’s identity.
Tang Ying did not introduce Qin Changsheng to others casually. Although the people here were either rich or noble, not all of them were qualified for Tang Ying to take the initiative to introduce Qin Changsheng to them.
After walking for a while, Qin Changsheng suddenly raised his eyebrows, pointed to a villa No. 18 in front of him and said, "Do you know who lives here?"
Tang Ying said: "I know that a very famous director in China lives here, named Zhang Keshou. It's just that he is old now and hasn't made movies for many years. I live here to retire. Occasionally I will go to the fish in front of him."
I saw him fishing in the pond."
Qin Changsheng nodded slightly and said: "I look at this room, and there is an aura of death. I wonder if the great director is not far from death."
"Death anger?"
Tang Ying frowned and said regretfully: "That should be Director Zhang. As far as I know, Director Zhang's wife died young and the two daughters have their own careers. He has been living alone, and he has been in poor health recently.
not too good."
The two of them walked forward again and came to a fish pond. This was a self-built fish pond in the community. It was filled with running water. There were many swimming fish in it for viewing. Residents and owners here could also enjoy it.
Fishing here.
I saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting by the fish pond, wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, sitting on a folding fabric lounge chair, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and he was sitting there fishing leisurely.
Tang Ying whispered: "That old man is Director Zhang Keshou."
Qin Changsheng looked around and saw that the other party's body was wrapped in death energy. If this continued, he would pass away in less than a month.