Chapter 1720 - 1721: No Problem

In Yang Mao's bathroom, Lin Xian was letting the water run and shaking his head with a smile.

So why can a woman become his lover?

Thinking too much.

The reason he is willing to accept Zhuang Tong is not only because of her beauty and talent but because Zhuang Tong

has a personality and lifestyle he greatly admires.

As for Nie Qingqing, after spending some time together, Lin Xian found that her character did not pose any questions.

Besides, Hee Zhuang is my good friend,

and finally, she was accepted.

Even Bi Yi couldn't always be with them. Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing couldn't always be by their side

wrong.

The main part, Chapter 85, Shen Hao Style: I just want to quietly be a hero.

Yin Xiaolei has a great appearance and figure, but Lin Xian doesn't feel quite right about her.

Yes, she's a beauty, but that's all there is to it

for what Lin Xian is pursuing now.

As usual, after a half-hour of morning exercise, Lin Xian returned to his room, took a shower, and then went to the second-floor dining room to have breakfast.

Breakfast.

He didn't want to wake Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing

These two girls even when not drinking would sleep until around ten.

Even lazier than the salted fish at home.

When he arrived at the dining room, Lin Xian found Xuanxuan already there having breakfast.

Upon seeing this, he went up to greet her with a smile, "So early!"

"You're early too." Xuanxuan replied with her mouth full of bread. Her voice was a bit muffled, her eyes filled with guilt.

Although she comforted herself last night, deep down she still felt uneasy.

Lin Xian laughed and said, "I thought you would sleep till noon.

I'm used to opening my voice every morning. After breakfast, I'm prepared to go back to sleep." Xuanxuan explained.

This is what music learners do. The first thing in the morning after waking up is to open your voice.

After years, Jiping has become an instinct, just like brushing teeth.

I just want to quietly be a hero.

Just as a dancer must stretch before sleeping every night.

If you don't stretch, you can't sleep, it's a habit.

Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing are just like this. At first, Lin Xian was puzzled. Only after they explained, did he understand.

Lin Xian picked some snacks on a tray and then sat in front of Xuanxuan, quietly eating breakfast.

Xuanxuan obviously felt a bit guilty. After quickly finishing her breakfast, she stood up and said, "I'm done eating. I'll head back to my room now.

Bye."

Then she hurriedly left.

Seeing this, Lin Xian couldn't help but laugh.

Come on!

This kind of mental quality is not good!

After breakfast, Lin Xian returned to his room.

Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing were still sleeping. He went alone to the office area of the suite and turned on the computer to play.

Go for it.

Death, like the wind, is always with me.

What's the most important thing about playing games?

Fun!

Why does Lin Xian only love Ann Suo?

It's because this hero can draw him happiness.

As for whether his teammates are happy, he doesn't know.

Anyway, every time you enter a game, you'll cover all your teammates and opponents.

Jiangning District.

JINDA Faculty Community.

"Your dad has been talking about Xiao Lin. It's not the weekend these two days. Ask Xiao Lin to come over for

a meal. Xiao Lin is a good kid,

I've taught alongside your dad for so many years. It's rare to see such a young person.

In the kitchen, Ling's mom was peeling garlic, silently murmuring about the fruits at home.

Standing beside the fish.

Although she was lost in thought, her actions were skillful.

Scaling, gutting, cleaning the gills, the entire set of actions, her fair and lovely little hand surgically moved with silk beauty.

"Did you hear what I was saying to you?"

Seeing her daughter not responding, Ling's mom pursed her lips and turned around to look.

But upon seeing, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

A fresh carp, in Ling Yiyi's hands, had already been cleaned. Even on the fish, neat cuts were made.

No wonder she was so surprised because Ling Yi never handled fish before and didn't know how to cook.

"Hush!"

Ling's eyes were full of surprise.

Dear, if you say your daughter is in love, it's different!

Not only has her personality become more reliable, but now she's also learned how to cook, seeing the knife cuts on the fish.

I know, I must have put in a lot of work.

Ling's mom happily asked, "Yi, have you and Xiao Lin moved in together?"

In her view, her daughter learning to cook might be because of cohabitation. Otherwise, with her personality, obviously

it's impossible to cook by herself.

"What cohabitation?"

Ling Yiyi returned to the Heavenly God, somewhat confused.

Seeing this, Ling's mom laughed jokingly.

"This child can't help but tease people."

Watching the little girl's back, Ling Yiyi couldn't help but pout her lips.

At this moment, Ling Fu pushed open the door and walked in, saying, "Ling Yi, are you bullying

the fish again?"

"I can't bear to bully her!"

Ling Yiyi sighed and continued to appear sorrowful.

Seeing this, Ling Fu couldn't help but be puzzled: "Is there something going on at the company?"

To be honest, this is the first time in so many years he's seen his daughter show such an expression.

Speaking of Ling Yiyi, although she doesn't make them worry, her personality is cheerful, generous, and disciplined.

Her savings ability is strong.

Seeing Ling Yi not speaking, Ling's father frowned and continued to ask: "Did you have an argument with Xiao Lin?

Is it over?"

"No, everything's fine."

Ling Yiyi answered weakly.

Ling's father looked her up and down a few times and consoled, "Lovers arguing is normal.

If you don't fight, it's not normal. Relax, it will be fine in a few days."

After hearing her father's words, Ling Yiyi didn't protest.

If you misunderstood me, there's no need to worry. My parents have been calling Lin Xian over to eat these past two days.

Recalling Lin Xian, Ling Yiy can't help but think of the relationship between 167 Yi and Lin Xian.

Frame.

Suddenly she said, "Daddy, I want to ask you something!"

"What happened?"

Ling's father unscrewed the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and asked curiously.

Ling Yiyi eagerly said, "Daddy, how did you treat Zhou Zhuang Dreaming Butterfly with idealism?"

Philosophy is divided into two schools: one is materialism, and the other is idealism.

Idealism mainly explores mind and spirit, believing that spirit determines material, and material is essentially

a product of God.

The Spirit Mansion belongs to the idealism school.

Ling Yiyi thought perhaps she could get an answer from her father.

"Your question is too broad; it could even serve as a Ph.D. thesis.

Her father shook his head and laughed.

"Uh, I'll be more specific."

Ling Yiyi paused, organized some language in her head, and then said, "If someone.

Listening to your inner self—I just want to quietly be a hero—

people, had a very realistic dream. This dream is even equivalent to another life and

and when the person wakes up, it has already affected normal life, then how should one treat dreams.

reality?

After hearing this, Ling Fu replied with a smile, "A student asked me this before.

No matter the academic viewpoint, my answer is f o l l o w

h e a r t!"

Follow your heart!

Ling Yiyi softly repeated the words, lost in thought.

From the perspective of tea-related topics, Ling continued,

All material is the product of spirit. If one chooses dreams, then in his acknowledgment,

In fact, dreams and reality are no different. So dreams and now

In fact, it is just a matter of how you choose."

Seeing Ling Yiyi deep in thought, Ling took his teacup to the balcony to enjoy a drink

After a long time, Ling Yiyi exhaled a long breath and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

My father is right. Follow your heart.

No need to worry, no need to hesitate, let it be!

In a burst of laughter, Lin Xi knocked over g g, then he himself did not draw the crystal explosive machine.

Yes, forcibly shut down the computer.

Raised his hand to look at the watch, found the time unconsciously had reached 10:30.

Lin got up, stretched lazily, and strolled to the bedroom.

Listening to your inner self—I just want to quietly be a hero—

In the bedroom, Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing were cuddled up together, still sound asleep.

Lin Xian pulled back the curtains, and the bright and warm sunlight poured in at once.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pinched Zhuang Tong's little face. He smiled and said, "Two little pigs, wake up, wake up."

"Oh."

Zhuang Tong made a faint sound of protest.