My imagination has come true

Chapter 32 Little Ancestor

Zhou Yuan bit his pen and worked hard to do his homework, the last few questions were really helpless.

Hearing the sound of her biting the nib of the pen, Mu Qingyun glanced at it, got up and walked over to look at the topic carefully, um, it was the cookie she ate recently, two cars set off one after the other , one goes up the slope, the other walks on a flat road, when will they meet.

There are also related variants of this question, and she has only eaten more than 20 questions, and she is very happy.

Write down detailed steps easily.

"understand?"

Zhou Yuan's small ears were red, and he kept nodding.

Mu Qingyun came back and sat down all over the floor, and saw a faint smile in Jia Junhao's eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jia Junhao smiled.

"It's nothing."

He just suddenly felt that classmate Mu, Mr. Qiao, and Mr. Fang looked alike for a certain moment.

I was in a trance for a while, and my thoughts raced inexplicably, as if I had heard Mr. Qiao and Mr. Fang say that Mr. Mu is a beauty.

When the two talked a little casually, they appeared extremely objective and did not mix any of their own emotions.

The more so, the more surprising.

To say that there are many good-looking people in this world, there are cool ones, handsome ones, charming ones, cute ones, there are countless.

Classmate Mu, her facial features are not bad, she has plasticity, but even if she has not been abandoned for more than ten years, she was born in Jinxiu and raised up, her facial features are about average, and she may become beautiful in the eyes of ordinary people .

At the best level, it wouldn't make people like Mr. Qiao pay attention, let alone sigh.

Jia Junhao used to think that Mr. Qiao and the others meant that classmate Mu had beautiful bones.

Jia Junhao's own bones are fine. His master said that a person like him was born in the wrong era. If he was born in the early stage of the catastrophe, he could become a saint.

Learning literature can rule the world.

Learning martial arts can disrupt the world.

Learning mysteries can confuse the world.

It's a pity that in this world, there is no place for saints in the world.

Classmate Mu's bone appearance also tended to be perfect. Jia Junhao felt that he was even better than himself, calling him beautiful and worthy of the name.

But recently, Jia Junhao actually saw some familiar shadows from Mu's ordinary appearance.

He remembered the day when he first met Mr. Qiao and Xiao Fang. It was New Year's Eve, when the old people from several families got together, and so did the young people.

Speaking of which, the businesses they do are a bit out of the ordinary, and in people's eyes, they may not be unusual, but when he first saw Mr. Qiao and Mr. Fang, he felt that the two of them were in these unusual places. The crowd is still out of place.

They have their own world, separated from the outside world by the abyss, which is difficult to cross.

Jia Junhao suddenly closed his eyes, put his hands on his forehead, and sighed.

Mu Qingyun: "Pfft."

In fact, Wang Mengmeng's eyes were quite dark, her eyes were light and evasive.

But in fact, if she looked at it openly, Jia Junhao's feeling would be much better. Now that she looked at it like this, it was hard on her back, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

Usually, when Jia Junhao met such a look, he would directly draw his sword.

Unfortunately not here.

Wang Mengmeng came over and whispered, "Ah Qing, do you like this?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Recently, she still has a little trouble in school. It seems that all the students are about to move around, thinking that everyone has grown up and should start dating.

Now a small number of people think that she still likes Zhao Yang.

Some people said that Zhang Lan from No. [-] Middle School liked her.

Not to mention Wang Mengmeng, even Fang Mo, who was somewhat aloof, was quite concerned about this.

Mu Qingyun thought for a while: "I don't like it, it's too old."

Wang Mengmeng also thought about it: "Then what kind of boy do you like?"

Mu Qingyun suddenly discovered that in the hearts of these children, this is actually a very important matter.

After thinking about it, she fooled her: "Three righteous men are like that."

Wang Mengmeng: "Wow!"

In fact, there are not only three righteous men, but there are three most important figures.

His Royal Highness, the last prince of the Ming Dynasty a hundred years ago, the sword god Mu Changfeng, the historian Lou Ying, and the legendary gatekeeper of the Kunlun Secret Realm Qiao Han.

During the time of the great disaster, these three men were once called the Three Magi. As for how they became the San Magi later, there are different opinions, and there are many versions.

But when these three people became famous, they were all handsome young men. Just talking about their appearance, many literati wrote articles and praised them at that time.

Wang Mengmeng was amazed, and she really didn't mention introducing a boyfriend to Mu Qingyun.

He wanted to find someone who was comparable to the three righteous men among the people he knew around him, even if Wang Mengmeng looked through a filter, he really couldn't find one, Zhao Yang was not qualified.

After school, Wang Mengmeng called Zhou Yuan and Fang Mo and said with a smile, "Ah Qing, are you going to kill a game?"

Before Mu Qingyun could speak, Qiao Qing's official car arrived.

The 'black suit' has changed into a 'little white dress' today, and the makeup has changed, and the black-rimmed glasses have also changed into gold-rimmed glasses. From mature professional elite models, she has transformed into a much younger and more intelligent person.

Mu Qingyun spread her hands.

Wang Mengmeng understood: "Don't keep working part-time. I don't think it's a problem for you to win a scholarship, Ah Qing. If you can't, let Uncle Mu bleed. After all, studying is more important."

Mu Qingyun agreed with a smile, got into the car, turned a corner, and then picked up Jia Junhao.

The 'black suit' glanced at Jia, and couldn't help but smile, the young master was quite cooperative.

The car drove directly to the 22nd floor of Qiao's Building. After getting off the special elevator, Mu Qingyun overlooked from the glass corridor, and saw that the entire Qiao's Building was a honeycomb-like structure. Countless employees walked through each floor. Looks busy.

Qiao Qing also looked very busy.

Mu Qingyun walked through the glass corridor, and saw the outside of Mr. Qiao's office at a glance. Besides Mr. Qiao, there were four people sitting beside the round table.

One of them, she remembered was surnamed Lou, when Mu Qingyun was saving Lou Fang in Shenmao City, this Miss Lou once took a gentleman surnamed Jin there once.

At the beginning, there was a little unhappiness, but later on, he had never dealt with Miss Lou. That old Mr. Jin was really interesting, as if he was 'recruited' by Mr. Qiao to be a member of the think tank of 'Mu Qingyun Makeover'.

Jia Junhao said that when he was preparing the lesson plans, it was Mr. Jin who was the most active, and he was willing to work hard without getting paid.

As soon as Mu Qingyun walked to the door, Miss Lou saw her at a glance, and smiled suddenly, her face bright.

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Mu Qingyun felt a little absurd for a while.

Between her and Miss Lou, it's not worth laughing at.

"That's her?"

There was another person sitting next to Miss Lou, a man, but he was wearing a very special pink and white floral gown, from the collar to the cuffs to the hem, there were at least hundreds of flowers inlaid with it, and he was still holding it in his hand. A golden abacus.

At this time, the man stared at Mu Qingyun, looked up and down, with a little surprise in his eyes.

"This child returns to his soul to borrow his breath... that's not right."

Before the man could finish his sentence, he suddenly closed his mouth and pondered for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but suddenly got up in shock, looked around blankly, shivered and said: "Our little ancestor Where did it go?"

Mr. Qiao had always walked to the door to meet Mu Qingyun, but now he made a wrong step, turned his head and looked around, his eyes wandered on the antique shelf, the sofa, and the tall bookcase.

"Notice, close doors and windows, all floors are closed."

The assistants around him rushed to do it.

He looked calm after all, but the other people present were all pale. Miss Lou lay on the ground and stretched her neck to look under the sofa. Her little black dress was dragging on the snow-white carpet like a blooming flower. put black roses.

The flowery robe fell motionless on the sofa, his face was innocent, and his hands were tightly clutching the lapel of his chest.

At this time, no one paid attention.

Mu Qingyun's eyes turned around in the chaotic conference room, and suddenly turned to stare at the flower robe.

Others may not be able to hear it, but after she gained absolute pitch, her ear strength also improved a lot.

The breathing sounds of these people intertwined in her ears, forming a natural movement.

Now the movement suddenly became chaotic by an inch.

From top to bottom in the office, Mu Qingyun had no choice but to walk in front of Hua Paozi. Seeing that his face was blue and his neck was red, his mouth was half-open, his eyes were protruding, and his eyes were filled with tears, so he went around behind his back and pinched him with one hand. On his shoulder, he pointed his back with one hand——

Bang bang bang!
He punched him three times in a row.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Hua Paozi spewed out several pieces of finely crushed peanuts and coughed violently.

Everyone: "..."

Hua Paozi gestured hoarsely: "Little ancestor!"

Everyone quickly turned around and continued to look for it.

Seeing that they were in such a mess, Mu Qingyun blinked and hesitated: "Is it a cat you are looking for?"

Qiao Qing turned his head suddenly.

Huapaozi and others also looked over.

Mu Qingyun smiled mischievously, raised his arms behind his back, and stretched his hands through the loose collar of his school uniform. Not long after, he took out a blue and gold Napoleon.

This kitten is small in size, but it is round and round, with its limbs spread out, and it hangs in Mu Qingyun's hand like a cake, softly—"Meow!"

Hua Paozi suddenly trembled as if he had Parkinson's, and rushed over to pick it up.

When the kitten was hanging in Mu Qingyun's hand, it was obedient and obedient. As soon as Hua Paozi got in his hands, it immediately raised its short calf and slapped it over.

Hua Paozi: "..."

The faces of several guests present were faintly green.

It was Qiao Qing who came over to pick up the kitten and handed it to Hua Paozi to hug, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)