The next day at noon.
Qu Jian'er carried the backpack that Bai Wei had chosen for her; besides contraband, the bag contained everything else.
Specifically, these include: snacks, frying pans, and black gluten sticks.
Zuo Chen flipped through the business news headlines, sitting at the dining table with his back straight and shoulders upright.
No need for elaborate carving.
It's very pleasing to the eye at first glance.
When Uncle Fu saw Qu Jian'er, he didn't bother to relay a message to Zuo Chen and happily led her into the house.
Upon entering the house.
Qu Jian'er saw Zuo Chen rolling up his sleeves.
Seeing the other person's well-proportioned forearm muscles and smooth bone lines, one can't help but feel their sexiness.
Zuo Chen raised his eyelids: "Master Qu?"
After the two hung up the phone.
He paid special attention to the trends in the entertainment industry and learned a lot about Qu Jian'er.
That moment.
He began to wonder about the reason for Qu Jian'er's change.
After all, Qu Jian'er's personality changed completely before and after, and the change was caused by falling into the water.
Did Qu Jian'er's sudden change in personality and surge in strength result from utter despair for the world?
Just then, Qu Jian'er appeared.
But somehow, when they met again, he sensed a familiar scent in the other person that hadn't been properly concealed.
He guessed that Qu Jian'er must have gone through something.
Zuo Chen's voice was as cold and aloof as ever, sounding as monotonous and unwavering as a robot's.
But it unexpectedly captivated people.
It's as if the facade of a refined scoundrel will be torn away at any moment, revealing him as a beast in human clothing.
Qu Jian'er closed her eyes.
She waved away the red, yellow, and green text she was reading to pass the time on the way, and inadvertently put Zuo Chen into the picture.
It almost cost her her life.
She quickly explained the reason to divert attention.
Zuo Chen frowned slightly: "Exchange of fate and borrowing of luck... I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip, Master. I wonder if you've had lunch yet?"
Qu Jian'er said seriously, "I can go without eating!"
Zuo Chen pursed his lips: "..."
Silence is the Cambridge of tonight.
Zuo Chen rubbed his temples, straightened his glasses, and felt he needed to get used to Qu Jian'er's famous sayings.
Qu Jian'er hadn't even warmed her seat when the big black pillar in the bag couldn't resist the urge and poked its little head out.
Zuo Chen's heart skipped a beat. He tried his best not to reach out and touch it. He reminded Qu Jian'er, who was enjoying her meal, "Is this the master's cat? It seems rather unusual."
Qu Jian'er wiped her mouth as she handed over the large black pillar: "Holding it can ease the pain."
Hei Dazhu lived in Linguan for more than ten years.
It had long been accustomed to evil, and since it was a spirit, it could be considered to exorcise evil and bestow blessings to some extent.
Zuo Chen carefully caught the black pillar. He was just about to say that he was not liked by animals when...
The black cat in my arms blinked its heterochromatic vertical pupils and wagged its tiny tail happily.
After smelling the taint on Zuo Chen, it knew that he was the "delicious food" Qu Jian'er had mentioned.
It happily kneaded its milk in front of everyone.
Zuo Chen felt the softness of the cat's paws on his legs, and he felt as if he could see fireworks bursting in his heart.
So much so that even after Qu Jian'er called out twice, she couldn't bring him back from his excitement and surprise.
Qu Jian'er then put down her chopsticks.
Something seemed to be churning in Zuo Chen's deep, dark eyes, and his lips were pressed tightly together.
His face was full of tenderness.
The area below the earlobe, where the teeth are clenched, trembled slightly, as if enduring something.
Qu Jian'er rested her chin on her hand; she really hadn't realized that Zuo Chen had such a soft side.
So much so that her maternal love began to overflow, and she couldn't help but want to pat the little boy's head.
Zuo Chen was unaware that he had not only earned the title of princess but also the title of little girl from Qu Jian'er's side.
Qu Jian'er reached out his groping hand.
When you want to perform a "head pat".
A sharp sound interrupted her, leaving her small hand frozen in mid-air.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing!?"
Zuo Jing, leading a short, old Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, glared angrily at Qu Jian'er's hand, which was attempting to defy her authority.
Qu Jian'er slowly withdrew her hand, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, only regret.
Zuo Chen raised his head in displeasure.
His gaze slid from Qu Jian'er's right hand to the furious Zuo Jing.
Zuo Jing pointed at Qu Jian'er: "Brother, if I had come any later, her finger might have touched you!"
Zuo Chen leaned back against the chair.
He stroked the back of the docile kitten in his arms.
He did not explain that he would not let anyone get close to him easily.
Zuo Chen didn't reply, but said in a cold tone, "Who taught you to be so rude, to point at people when you speak? Was it your father, your brother, or me?"
Zuo Jing didn't dare to refute Zuo Chen's words. She felt wronged and angry, and stomped her foot on the spot.
She could only vent her anger on Qu Jian'er.
Zuo Jing recalled Gu Youyou's investigation and knew that Qu Jian'er was a low-class person: "How dare you, a mere second-rate citizen, appear here? You even dared to try to touch my brother. Are you judging my brother's temperament?"
She didn't have much hostility towards Qu Jian'er, but her first impression of Qu Jian'er wasn't very good.
In addition, Gu Youyou stirred things up.
She was filled with hostility towards Qu Jian'er.
They learned that the strange things Gu Youyou had recently been experiencing were stopped by the old Taoist priest behind her.
Zuo Jing immediately realized that the old Taoist priest could also suppress Zuo Chen's strange physique.
People were invited from the ancient family.
She rushed over.
Without giving Uncle Fu a chance to relay her message, she led the old Taoist priest into the house. She was eager to recommend the old Taoist priest's abilities, which conveniently interrupted Qu Jian'er's actions.
Zuo Chen frowned, his face full of displeasure: "You're becoming more and more unruly. It seems you've long forgotten the Zuo family's precepts and rules."
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