Just as he was about to walk into the alley, Yaochi turned and looked at Li Changzhou.

"I'll go take care of things and come back to you when I'm done."

"...It's okay not to look for me." Li Changzhou replied.

To say that I am not moved by Yaochi is full of nonsense, lies and lies.

Charming, charming face, perky breasts, slender waist, beautiful legs and fair skin, who doesn't like her?

The heartbeat is beyond the control of normal human beings. Who you like or dislike actually has little to do with a person's will. If your spirit makes you like it, you have to like it.

Action is possible.

If you like it, don't approach it; if you hate it, approach it deliberately.

That's why there is a saying that the farthest distance in the world is between heartbeat and action, although this is to advise people not to just talk without doing anything.

Not only did Li Changzhou fail to take action, he also acted "reversely."

He just wanted to see Miss Yang sitting on the bus, with the sun shining slantingly, wearing a baseball cap. Whenever he thought of this scene, he felt a kind of warmth like the sun in his heart.

Li Qianxia looked like she was watching a show again. If she hadn't been afraid of being beaten, she would have really wanted to take out her phone and record every minute and every second.

If Yaochi and her brother get together in the future, she will let them see it!

She turned her eyes and looked at Yang Qinglan. This was a show for three people!

Yang Qinglan seemed to be admiring the long-lost road along the river, but there was a smile on her lips, and the rhythm of Ruyi's thin shoulders became lighter.

Yaochi looked at Li Changzhou for two or three seconds and suddenly smiled.

"It is said that one can tell what kind of person a person is from his instinct. What kind of person do you think I am with a "favorite concubine"?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." As he said this, Li Changzhou couldn't help but think.

Yaochi suddenly stretched out his hand and picked Li Changzhou's chin off guard.

By the time Li Changzhou made a dodge move, her fingers had already touched his chin.

"What I want, I will definitely get it." Yaochi laughed twice, charming and charming, with a smile like a flower.

She suddenly came closer and pressed her lips on Li Changzhou's face: "Wait for me, little darling."

The figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind a heart-warming touch.

...

"In the romance novels you read, all the beloved concubines have this kind of character?" Li Changzhou rubbed his face and asked Li Qianxia - he didn't dare to look at Yang Qinglan.

"Now you've asked the right person!" Li Qianxia snapped her fingers, then folded her arms - not daring to look at Yang Qinglan, deliberately changing the topic and pretending to be pretentious.

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She doesn't understand why her sister would be frightened when her brother falls in love!

She pretended that nothing had happened and said: "Ming Xianzong Zhu Jianshen's concubine was the most beloved concubine. In order to make Ming Xianzong only like her, she had all the concubines and maids in the harem have abortions."

"What does this mean?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Extreme! Beloved concubines are very extreme! Brother, you have to be careful in the future. If I don't get you, Sister Yao might kill you."

Li Changzhou shivered, feeling that the winter in January was a bit cold.

He said to Yang Qinglan who was staring at him: "I will never see her again."

"Really?" Li Qianxia stopped pretending this time and was a little anxious.

Not to mention the first time they met Xingyuan in 1928, after Zheng Chenggong recovered the treasure island, killed the Holy Master in Songcheng, and attacked the Four Seasons Star, she and Yaochi have become true sisters.

"I can't see you, but you can see me." Li Changzhou said.

Li Qianxia snorted softly and whispered: "I didn't expect you to be quite heartless."

"Am I heartless?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.

"It's pretty good." Yang Qinglan smiled.

Li Changzhou was relieved.

After he made up his mind and expressed his position, the three of them walked onto the riverside road.

It is now two o'clock in the afternoon, January 14th, Saturday. There are many people on the street, and they often look at the three of them.

Good-looking is not only because of their clothes, but also because of their clothes.

The average daytime temperature in Mingcheng in January is 6℃. Although they are not short-sleeved or skirts, they are definitely not clothes that should be worn in this temperature.

However, there have been a lot of strange things recently. Not long ago, a courtyard was bombed. From time to time, there are rumors of monsters and attacks on alien planets. Wearing thin clothes in winter is not news.

On a sunny winter day, the glass of Qinglan Bookstore is so clean that it makes people feel comfortable. It is full of customers, and there are even people resting on the benches in front of the store.

Just like an ordinary Saturday afternoon.

"Boss, are you back?"

Yang Qinglan nodded and looked around the bookstore.

She has not been back since the yard where the two brothers and sisters rented was bombed. The two female clerks were curious, but as long as their wages were paid on time every month, there would be no problem.

On the day they received their wages, they would occasionally ask the fairy boss how he was doing, and Yang Qinglan would send them some travel photos and say that he was traveling.

The travel photos sent to them were all of places where they stayed briefly to avoid tracking, such as the Himalayas and Iceland.

There were customers in the store, so Yang Qinglan didn't stay long and walked directly into the backyard with her two brothers and sisters.

This is Li Changzhou's first time here.

While looking at the potted plants in the yard, he asked: "Do the clerks in your store pay taxes? The tax law stipulates that the balance after deducting 5,000 yuan of tax-free fees from the monthly income is the taxable income, which is 10,000 yuan per month."

I have to pay a monthly tax of 290 yuan.”

"No." Yang Qinglan replied, "There are no five insurances either."

When I walked into the room and looked around, I saw that this place was like a library, with so many books that they spilled onto the floor.

But it’s very neat, even if the thin dust falls on it, it looks delicate.

"Qian Xia, you enter the honeypot world, I will send what you still need in, and you can help me sort it out."

"good."

Li Qianxia entered the "honeypot world", and only Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan were left in the room.

Li Changzhou coughed lightly.

"Why are you coughing at such a young age?" Yang Qinglan flipped through "Conversations with God", the original English version.

"...The dust is choking me." Li Changzhou's tone was a little hesitant.

He looked at Yang Qinglan's profile with graceful lines and snow-like skin, and looked at her unblinking eyes as she read a book.

Yang Qinglan turned back a few pages of the book and blinked elegantly and charmingly. When she blinked, time seemed to be fascinated and moved slowly.

After a pause, Li Changzhou looked at her and said softly: "I only like you."

Yang Qinglan closed the book, handed it to him, and reached for another one.

Li Changzhou glanced at the book twice, then entered the "honeypot world" and scratched his forehead.

Yang Qinglan was amused by his embarrassed look. Her eyes turned from another book: "Why are you confessing suddenly?"

"Because I haven't confessed to you yet." Li Changzhou's mind was in a state of confusion. He thought of what to say. Only after he finished speaking did he realize that this was a confession?!

I confessed my love?!

Yang Qinglan thought for a while: "No."

She handed him the book in her hand and reached for another one.

Li Changzhou held the book in his hand and pretended to flip through it, peeking at her while breathing a little uneasily.

After two or three seconds, he read two or three lines - without reading a single word. He couldn't hold himself back and asked, "What didn't you say?"

"Do you need me to answer it?" Yang Qinglan seemed to realize.

"Of course...not." Li Changzhou felt timid and continued reading.

After reading a short sentence and forgetting another short sentence, he said: "But if you already have an answer, you can answer it."

Yang Qinglan looked at the book in her hand without turning the page. She suddenly looked at Li Changzhou, who was also looking at her.

"How do you want me to answer?" She felt her face getting a little hot.

"...Shall I think about it?"

"Try it."

"Of course I only like you."

"I only like you too."

"right."

"Yeah." Yang Qinglan nodded.
To be continued...