The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 7

After being allowed to get out of bed, the first thing Tang Shanshan did was to find Qing Yi without telling Mrs. Tang, it seemed that Qing Yi's stubbornness made the handsome old man a little distressed, otherwise, she would not get close to high-risk humans, even if she was very Ha someone.

Walking in, the autumn wind blew, and the leaves fell. On the contrary, Qing Yi's body in Tsing Yi's body was even more outstanding, but with an inexplicable heaviness.

Is he really only 13 years old?What did you grow up eating?If he can get his cookbook back to the present, it will definitely sell for a good price.Facing the pleasing scene, Tang Shanshan didn't change her true nature as a money fan, thinking rather unsightly.

"Brother Qingyi, Shan'er has something to tell you." Putting away the delusions in her heart, under Qingge's nervous gaze, Tang Shanshan walked up to Qingyi, raised her head, looked at Qingyi's face and said.

"Say!" Still the same ruthless words, but the tone eased a lot.

Tang Shanshan smiled and waved her hand, Qing Yi was taken aback, then took a deep look at Tang Shanshan, squatted down to be level with Tang Shanshan.

"The reason why flaws are terrible is that you care about them; you care about them, so others can use them to hurt you; if you show your flaws openly, others will only admire you." In Qingyi's ear, after finishing the unpredictable and profound words, he ignored Qingyi who was standing there blankly, and walked away with the airs of a little lady.

Baa, Meiniang kisses you, she is also very ladylike, don't call her a crazy girl anymore.

Why do you dare to say these words?She was sure that even if Qing Yi was surprised, she would not tell her handsome father what she said, so she was very relieved, otherwise, she would not have dared to say such words that were far beyond the comprehension of a nine-year-old child .

Is that so?Qing Yi stood dumbfounded, the autumn wind blew up his hair at the temples, revealing a dark red flesh scar, Qing Yi subconsciously brushed his hair forward, trying to cover up the scar, but suddenly stopped, and still pinned his hair behind his ears, I really Can it be done?
Yes, I can.The clenched fist expresses the determination of the master, no matter what difficulties, I can overcome them.

Zhuoba's figure seemed to have added an inexplicable temperament, and the corners of his clothes were lifted by the autumn wind, like a butterfly flying briskly, no longer subject to a trace of fetters.

(End of this chapter)