Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 190 Qin Ying's Works

The car drove all the way, and finally at 04:30 in the morning, I saw a mountain peak that resembled a sail.

The former abbot, Master Puji, lived at the foot of the mountain. At the age of 81, he is still in good spirits.

You can't see his face from a distance, but you can see the huge watering can in his hand.

Pink and white, the heart of a girl is quite heavy, and she is watering the young seedlings in the field.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a convoy of three or four vehicles, which stopped at the gate of his small vegetable garden.

Puji watched someone get out of the car, wearing a long black suit and a gentleman hat of the same color.

Puji stared.

The Huo family.

.........

The deadline for submission of the Hualan Award was approaching, and Lian Yazhi's circle of friends forwarded this message, Wanwan clicked in to read it, and quit to reply to Lian Yazhi.

"Much better, the fever has subsided."

Lian Yazhi's end immediately showed that she was typing. Wanwan thought that her message would be replied soon, so she waited in front of the screen. Unexpectedly, her typing stopped for a long time, and no message came.

Wanwan recalled that Lian Yazhi said that she hurt her hand the day before yesterday, and she thought it was because of her hand injury that it was difficult for her to type, so she sent her a video.

The video picked up quickly.

"Sister Yazhi."

Wanwan waved at the screen.

Lian Yazhi quickly walked upstairs with her mobile phone, locked the door to block all the noise from outside, and then smiled at Wanwan and said, "I lost weight again."

Hearing this, Wanwan reached out and pinched her cheeks, only to feel that the skin was smooth and soft. As for whether she was thin or not, she really didn't know.

"Hmm...Maybe it's because of illness, Sister Yazhi, is your hand healed?"

Lian Yazhi was taken aback, she didn't expect Wanwan to remember such a trivial matter, the coldness in her heart was swept away, and she nodded.

"Okay, it's just a small injury." She watched Wanwan staring at the screen, knowing that Huo Yin was not by her side.

"Where's Mr. Huo?"

"He was talking to someone else."

As for what she was talking about, Wanwan didn't know, but only knew that it had something to do with the company, because when Huo Yin answered the phone in her room at the beginning, the other party was the Uncle Huo who came last time.

The conversation between the two was far away, and they didn't know where they were talking about. Lian Yazhi suddenly said, "Wanwan, I decided to go somewhere else."

somewhere else?

Wanwan didn't quite understand where Lian Yazhi was, so she asked, "Where are you going?"

Lian Yazhi's eyes filled with longing, "A place far away."

A place that has nothing to do with the Cen family.

"Then will you still come to see me?"

Lian Yazhi thought about it seriously: "It should not be possible in the past few years."

"Ah." Wanwan seemed a little disappointed, her brows and eyes fell, but before Lian Yazhi could comfort her, she adjusted herself again, and smiled innocently at the screen: "It's okay, Yaya Sister, we can call, like this."

Lian Yazhi felt a little heavy in her heart, not knowing how to answer her, so she nodded.

Before he could say what he wanted to say, there was a sudden sound outside the door. It was the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden planks of the stairs. It could be heard that the other party was very anxious.

Lian Yazhi said, "Wanwan, sister will call you later."

Wanwan nodded, and the moment Lian Yazhi hung up the phone, she seemed to hear a woman's voice.

It seemed that Lian Yazhi called out, very aggressively.

Wanwan put down her phone, took the coat beside the bed and covered her body, then peeped out and saw her plush slippers, her little feet protruded from the quilt, and stomped them in.

The door of the room was ajar, Wanwan went out wearing slippers, and seeing that the door of Huo Yin's room was not opened, she knew that his matter had not been dealt with properly, so she walked in another direction and went to the study.

Because of her, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all available in the study.

Wanwan unfolded a blank finger scroll, and the black pen and ink hung on the paper for a second, then raised her wrist to write, and in an instant, she scribbled a few strokes.

What I wrote was still the same word I wrote last time: Let the wind from east to west, north and south, I stand still.

The black ink meanders like a river, outlining an ink scene on the white paper.

When the tip of the pen fell to the end, Wan Wan only wrote one character as usual.

Qin.

Only one surname is written, not because of her personality, but a habit developed since childhood.

There is a rule in the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty that the children of the royal family must not give their full names. Usually, only one surname is written, and then a special private seal is affixed.

Wanwan didn't have a private seal at the moment, so she left that blank and put the pen back to its original place.

Originally, she really didn't want to participate in that kind of competition, but Lian Yazhi mentioned it many times, saying that she really should participate in this competition, if she goes, she will definitely be the first.

And there will be a bonus.

"If you get the money, you will earn it yourself. Wouldn't it be meaningful to buy a gift for Mr. Huo?"

I am ashamed to say that the little princess who used to regard gold leaves as dung now writes for five buckets of rice.

It's not that she lacks money to spend, she now has enough food, clothing, housing and transportation, but all she spends is Huo Yin's money.

Although they have a marriage contract, this era is different from Da Zhou, and she has not yet passed through the Huo family.

If you can make money by yourself, it would be great if you think about it.

Wanting to understand, Wanwan hugged the words and was about to go back to her room, and asked Huo Yin to post them for her later.

She doesn't know much about sending express delivery even Yazhi said, she only knows that the bodyguard bureau and messenger officer similar to Dazhou can deliver the things in your hand to the person you want to send.

But this word was finally sent by Sun Puying.

Because of Wanwan's illness, Huo Yin decided to go to the new project conference, but now he won't go. Sun Puying, a layman, is really flustered to sign a contract with Zheng's people.

When I came to ask for help, I actually wanted to see if things were turning around, but it turned out that things really weren't turning around.

He can only go alone.

Before leaving, he casually asked about the things Wan Wan was holding in her arms.

Wanwan said, "Sister Yazhi asked me to send a courier."

Send a courier.

Sun Puying understood and thought she was going to send the item to Lian Yazhi, so she said, "Let me help you."

Wanwan was worrying about how to send it, so she gave him the things when she heard the words, and then showed him the address that Lian Yazhi had sent her.

Sun Puying took a picture with her mobile phone, and said solemnly, "I'll send it right away."

Wanwan thanked him and gave him the things.

Sun Puying went downstairs and got into the car. Someone asked, "Where is this?"

Sun Puying said, "Go and send the courier."

But it happened that the road to the airport was being repaired, so we had to take another detour. The driver was worried that it would be too late to deliver the courier in person, so he said, "Why don't you let Ah Wen deliver it?"

also.

Sun Puying gave him the things, and by the way, sent the address that was photographed, and said, "Go and send it."

Awen asked: "Do you want to make a note?"

Sun Puying thought for a while, Wanwan sent it to Lian Yazhi, so there should be no need to make a note.

"You don't need to make a note, just send it over."

Awen nodded, got out of the car with his things in his arms, and looked for the nearest delivery station.

I sent the things in a few minutes, but when I was writing the list, I didn't find that there was a number five in a row on the phone number, which looked like eight.

……

Beijing.

Qin Ying swallowed a little nervously, and then the teacher said pleasantly: "Xiao Ying, you really wrote this?"

Qin Ying nodded, and said with some embarrassment: "I drank some wine last night and wrote it. Later, when I was thinking about writing, I found that the more I wrote it, the worse it became."

"No need, this pair is already very good, perfect, too perfect."

When the other party was speaking, he looked carefully at the signature at the end.

Qin, Ying.

(End of this chapter)