When Song Yun woke up, it was already bright. The sun shone lazily into the room from the window frame, and there was a charming little beauty lying next to her. This day was really... painful.

Looking at Lin Qianxue's exquisite and delicate little face, like Danyue's eyebrows, fan-like eyelashes, and cherry-like mouth, Song Yun suddenly felt hungry.

Maybe it was because he was too tired last night, so he was not awake yet. Song Yun smiled, stretched his head over, and prepared to kiss early in the morning.

One foot, half foot, one quarter foot, one eighth of something was pressed against Xiao Songyun.

Lin Qianxue suddenly opened her eyes and said coldly: "If you dare to lean forward, I will peel it."

"Shake it, you will be the one who will be a widow in the future." Song Yun said angrily, alas, he lost his power again.

Song Yun put on his clothes in a mess, opened the door of the room loudly, stood at the door, twisted his neck and moved his butt, yawned, and said happily: "I slept so well last night. Qianxue, I'm leaving."

Lin Qianxue was combing her hair on the dressing table, her face as cold as ice.

"Qianxue, you and the sect leader?" a middle-aged woman stood at the door and asked.

"We have nothing."

"But he left last night... just now," the middle-aged woman asked worriedly.

"I said we had nothing, but we had nothing." Lin Qianxue slapped the comb heavily on the table.

When Song Yun went to see the old man, he was standing in the yard wearing white clothes to practice Tai Chi. Seeing Song Yun coming, he didn't stop and asked lightly: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes. Old man, don't think of me." Song Yun said carelessly, but he felt a little reluctant.

"No. Take them both." The old man drew a semicircle cleanly and said expressionlessly.

Following the old man's words, a pair of twin brothers came over, with their heads slightly hanging down, and respectfully bowed to Song Yun: "Sect Master."

Song Yun nodded with a smile. He knew that the old man had many trump cards and they were all very powerful. Maybe if the twins went out to compete in the arena, they would all be able to enter the front row of the God of War List. Song Yun turned his face and asked the old man: "They will follow me this time?"

"Well, let them follow you. Although you are very powerful now, you can make some dark things for them. Xia Tian... Since you have already made the Song family's eldest house, don't touch those things you shouldn't touch."

"Okay, I just have a shortage of people around me. There are also many Dragon King and Dragon Envoys in Song Kunlun. It's always good if someone helps with them."

"Let's go." The old man waved his hand and said.

Xiao Qing carried a package and stood under the wintersweet tree in the distance and quietly waited for Song Yun. The wound on her face had completely healed, and she applied the magical potion of Yipintang, and her skin became whiter and tender. But if you look closely, the injured left face will be whiter than the right face, which is the reason for the fresh birth of pink meat. After the sunlight will be cured for a period of time.

"Old man. I'm leaving. Don't miss me too much. Eat and sleep well." I wanted to talk a few more, but my throat seemed to be choked and I couldn't speak. I waved to the old man, turned around and walked away with big strides.

Xiao Qing stood in the distance and bowed deeply to the old man, thanking him for his help. Then she walked out behind Song Yun. The twin brothers followed at the end.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, Song Yun was about to cross the high gate, he accidentally turned around and saw that the old man had stopped practicing Tai Chi and was quietly staring at his background. Seeing that he turned around, he immediately turned around and entered the house.

Song Yun was secretly happy. Seeing your cool look all day long, it turned out that there were times when you couldn't bear to leave me.

Under an ancient locust tree, a girl in white looked at the gate of the courtyard with confusion. Her delicate and pretty face had no expression, and her mind drifted to the distance.

"He's gone." A woman sighed softly,

Lin Qianxue turned sideways slightly and saw Lin Zhaoyun wearing a red flower-shaped little red elixir.

"Let's go." Lin Qianxue said coldly. Thinking of what happened last night, she wanted to kill him with one knife.

Lin Zhaoyun looked at Lin Qianxue's face and giggled. "Let's go? Then why are you standing here with a reluctant expression?"

"I...I just came out to see the scenery." Lin Qianxue retorted.

"Look at the scenery? I have been seeing the scenery of this yard for so many years, but I haven't seen it enough? Qianxue, why don't you go out with him?"

"Why should I go out with him?" Lin Qianxue snorted coldly and said.

"Oh, Qianxue, you have a bad personality. If you like someone, you have to work hard to win. Otherwise, it would be a bad life for regret. Unlike me... I don't have a chance." Lin Zhaoyun sighed heavily, and his delicate little face turned dark.

I like him? How could it be? I like that hooligan?

Lin Qianxue stood blankly, letting the cold wind blow up her long hair and the corners of her clothes.

When she returned to the airport again, Xiao Qing felt like she was reborn after Nirvana. When she came, she had thick gauze on her face and a black gauze scarf covered her head. Others looked strangely and were teased by others on the plane. Song Yun and Renda fought and were detained at the airport.

Now the situation is reversed. The gauze is gone, the exquisite pretty face is as beautiful as natural, and the scarf is taken off, so there is no need to cover it up. Self-confidence is back, and you can walk with your head and chest up and look so full of spirit. Along the way, it is like a beautiful landscape that has attracted many people's attention.

Thinking of the life he lived after his face was injured, Xiao Qing sighed thousands of times. One day it was hell, the other day it was heaven.

Experience all kinds of experiences, this is life.

Looking at Song Yun beside him, Xiao Qing was sincerely grateful. When he was the ugliest moment in his life, he stayed with him. Xiao Qing wanted to say thank you seriously, but she couldn't say it. She knew that no matter a hundred thanks or a thousand thanks, he could not repay what he did for him.

Song Yun turned his face and asked Xiao Qing who was walking beside him with a smile: "How do you feel?"

"What? No problem." Xiao Qing answered in confusion.

"You are fine, I have something. I have it. I have found hundreds of men looking at you. These people are really annoying. I should hang a sign around your neck and write: Private collections, no visits are allowed." Song Yun quipped with a smile. Although Xiao Qing is not good at expressing her feelings through expressions and words, Song Yun still sees her mood from the corners of her slightly raised mouth. She is well, so I am fine. Song Yun's mood also becomes happy.

Xiao Qing finally couldn't help it and covered her mouth and giggled, which attracted more perverts around her to watch.

It was a bit early to come to the airport, and Song Yun did not plan to tell some people that they had gone back this time, so the ordinary cabin he bought was not allowed to enter from the special passage. Song Yun and Xiao Qing decided to sit in the Houji Hall for a while. Unexpectedly, there were not many people in the Houji Hall. They could find empty seats.

The two of them had just sat down, one was wearing a suit and eyes, holding a black computer bag in his hand

The middle-aged man from paper walked over, looked around, and swept to Song Yun's free space, and walked towards this side.
Chapter completed!