Chapter 1011

An Yin looks at the wound on his body, a heart up and down.

Qin Jian changes his clothes, looks at an Yin and leaves quickly.

Qin Jian left, and an Yin was not good either. He left Qin Jian's house listlessly and walked back slowly.

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Qin Jian arrived at the door of Meng Renqi's study

"Come in." From the study came Meng Renqi's serious voice.

Qin Jian pushed open the door of the study and stepped into the threshold.

Meng Renqi stood behind the desk, writing big characters. Qin Jian entered the study. He did not look up and hung Qin Jian aside.

Qin Jian stood in the middle of the study and waited patiently without saying a word.

Although Meng Renqi loves to write a few big characters, he is very impatient. Qin Jian doesn't hum a word. Instead, he can't bear it. His face collapses. He raises his head and points to Qin Jian with a big brush in his hand, "you You... "

Qin Jian has been in the Xuanmen for more than ten years, but he is familiar with these dignitaries. Seeing Meng Renqi jump his feet, he smiles and says in a voice: "the ink is dripping."

Meng Renqi is a man of one mind. When he gets angry, he has two kinds of expression. One is to ignore people with his neck, and the other is to be furious.

If it's ignoring people, it's really a stone in the pit. It's hard and smelly. It's hard to make sense of it. If he jumps on the spot, it's easy to deal with it.

"Pa" a big drop of ink, dripping on the fresh paper, destroyed a good set of words.

Meng Renqi looked at the tan ink, was stunned for a moment, angrily fell off the big brush, and then looked at Qin Jian. His anger had not disappeared unconsciously. He could not help but curse: "dead boy."

When Qin Jian went up the mountain, it was supposed to be a naughty boy. However, Qin Jian was so young that he kept a straight face all day. He was like the people in the world owed him. He never laughed or paid attention to anyone. Even when he saw them, although he was polite, he didn't even have a word.

Meng Renqi knew that Qin Jian had been taken away from his mother since he was born, and grew up in a very strict environment. However, he still could not see Qin Jian's cold appearance and tried to deal with him in various ways.

I didn't expect that the boy looked like a piece of wood ice. In fact, he was very strange and had bad water. He made fun of Qin Jian. On the contrary, he was calculated back by Qin Jian, which made him eat a lot of dumb losers and made him hate his teeth itch. So he came up with more tricky ways to trick Qin Jian. Naturally, while Qin Jian suffered a lot, he also ate more turtles.

Fighting around, he fell in love with the bad boy, who was not his own disciple, but taught him all the things at the bottom of his box.

Seeing that Meng Renqi's anger was gone, Qin Jian stepped forward, put the big brush on the pen holder, took away the spent calligraphy and painting, spread new paper again, and stood at the table to grind the ink. "Is it because of me and an Yin that the third martial uncle is looking for me?"

Meng Renqi snorted angrily. Qin Jian got to the point, so he didn't have to turn around and wipe his feet. "That girl made such a vulgar behavior. Even if it was a new student, she didn't know the rules, but she would climb up to your bed as soon as she came. It's really shameless. If you don't send her away, you still fool around with her. Are you crazy, or are you out of your mind? "

"She just came to see my injury. There's no idea."

"You want to tell me that she climbed on you, not to seduce you?" Meng Renqi, with a black face, glared at Qin Jian fiercely, as if Qin Jian could swallow him with a single word of "yes".

The dead boy has done a fool's job. Is it reasonable?

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