Tan Lang was slightly shorter than Qu Xiaojue, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, but for some reason, he stared at him as if he were facing an ignorant child making trouble for no reason, and his tone was very ordinary: "Donor Qu, you are full of three yangs."

, the auxiliary bone stabs the heaven, which means that the ancestral shadow is rich, and the destiny is to be a general or a good match. It is indeed a good match for Junior Sister Liu, but similarly, your cheekbones are high, indicating that your control and possessiveness are as sharp and difficult to control as your personality.

Maybe you can't feel it yourself, just like... right now."

The meaning of this is obvious...

It means that Qu Xiaojue is making useless and fictitious guesses.

But he is also a man, how could he not be familiar with the complicated look in Tan Lan's eyes when he fell on Liu Zhenying? Even if he tried hard to suppress it and pretended to be calm, he could not hide the emotion deep in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Qu Xiaojue's brows calmed down, his indifferent and deep eyes were locked on Tan Lan, he paused for a few seconds, and chuckled in an elegant and cold voice: "You know what Senior Brother Tan has on his mind.

I know, and Master naturally knows too, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered you to give me and my fiancée an engagement gift in the first place.”

After all, Tan Lan is the general manager of the entire temple, and he is responsible for all matters of all sizes on weekdays.

When the words fell, Tan Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, and Qu Xiaojue also acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and his voice had a low and frivolous mocking tone: "I heard from my fiancée that Senior Brother Tan is older than her, and he has spent more time under the master's knees.

She is older than her. Why do you think Master forced my fiancée to go down the mountain to look for me when he knew your thoughts? Senior Brother Tan?"

The last three words are almost an understatement in the mouth.

The straight suit trousers made Qu Xiaojue's slender figure even better under the moonlight. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he clearly had the posture of a noble man, but it gave him a sense of indifference and suppression.

Tan Lang paused while spinning the rosary beads in his hand, and then resumed: "Donor Qu is joking, Master's arrangements are not something we can meddle in at will."

Qu Xiaojue didn't mind Tan Lan's dodge of the topic at all: "Senior Brother Tan said yes, so... did master invite me over, or did you invite me over?"

"Of course it's Master."

Looking sideways, I saw that the lights in Master's wing were indeed not turned off.

"good."

With shiny leather shoes stepping on the dry grass, Qu Xiaojue slowly walked forward, with a calm smile on his lips: "Then senior brother Tan, please continue to lead me forward."

"Donor Qu, please."

Following his usual habit, Tan Lan led Qu Xiaojue to the door of his master's wing and then turned around and left.

When Qu Xiaojue pushed the door open and entered, he saw Master sitting in the carved wooden chair in the center of the room, just like Liu Zhenying in the incense room, twisting rosary beads and chanting sutras. There was an incense burner beside him, burning an unknown light.

The spices, in the quiet room, are lightly curling with blue and white smoke.

Qu Xiaojue did not disturb him rashly, nor did he sit casually. Instead, he waited aside politely, carefully going through the documents copied by Chai Zheng in his mind. It took a long time before he heard someone calling him: "Donor Qu."

"Master."

The rosary beads were still being twirled on the fingertips. Master narrowed his cloudy but still sharp eyes and looked at him. He looked gentle and gentle, but the arrogance in his heart was not concealed at all, especially when he called himself "Master" as a matter of course.

appearance.

The movement of turning the beads sped up without a trace. The master conjured a small wooden box from somewhere and placed it on the table. He pushed it in the direction of Qu Xiaojue: "The things inside are prepared for you."

Qu Xiaojue didn't ask what was inside, he just took it and looked at Wen Wenya with his hands and feet: "Thank you, Master."
Chapter completed!