I feel very uncomfortable when I see it.

In this way, my teacher will lie on your bed for a while.

You have sorted it out and call it a teacher.”

Ning Qingxue waved her hand and said softly.

Immediately walked towards Ling Qingchen's bed.

He took off his shoes and lay on Ling Qingchen's bed.

Ling Qingchen: "????"

This This This This...

Master is now the boss?

This is a messed house, Master!

Don't you help clean up?

"Master, why does the disciple look familiar to the book you have in your hand?"

I saw Ning Qingxue take out a novel about warm marriage addiction from her storage ring and start reading it.

A deep sense of confusion flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

That must look familiar!

How come it looks familiar when you turn it out of your drawer?

"This book is for your own teacher."

Ning Qingxue said softly.

All the things have come to my hands, so there is absolutely no reason to return them.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"But this book seems to be a handwritten manuscript?

Moreover, the handwriting of this book seems to be somewhat similar to the handwriting of the disciples who write on weekdays?"

Ling Qingchen looked at Ning Qingxue with some curiosity and asked.

He wanted to see how Ning Qingxue would answer his question.

After all, the handwriting of this novel is more than just similar?

It's exactly the same as his handwriting!

It was obvious that Ning Qingxue took it from his room.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

“Oh, is that?

Did you write this book Xiaochen?"

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, Ning Qingxue raised her eyebrows lightly, and a deep curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Could these novels be really written by their own traitors?

That's really a dog!

"yes!

This is the masterpiece of the disciple!

Written in your spare time.

If the disciple remembers correctly, this novel about warm marriage addiction seems to have not been finished.

Only two-thirds of the plot was written."

Ling Qingchen did not deny it, nodded gently and said affirmatively.

There is nothing to deny about such a thing.

This is not a bad thing to do.

In the novel, there is no shameful plot that slanders Ning Qingxue.

Ling Qingchen was not afraid that Ning Qingxue would know about this.

"Oh, this novel is really written by Xiao Chen?

What about these novels?

Did you write it all by Xiaochen?”

Ning Qingxue took out several other novels from the storage ring.
Chapter completed!