One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Xu Lingqiong took good care of her. After three months, she went for a check-up and found that there was nothing wrong with her body.

Professor He was extremely pleased. One bite at a time was awesome, and he even stuffed them with snacks.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Why didn't I get credit for the person I raised?

It seems that it all depends on the cub's own efforts.

What's the use of praising him?

Dad is the one who contributes money and effort?

Shouldn't it be boasted?

Why is the old man so eccentric! !

Professor He didn't know what Lingqiong was thinking, so he praised Sikong Wu from beginning to end.

Ling Qiong left the laboratory angrily, and Sikong walked out slowly, still holding in his arms the snacks that Professor He had given him.

"Miss."

Sikong Wu caught up.

"Aren't you happy?"

Lingqiong almost had the word 'unhappy' written on her face, she poked Sikong Wu's chest with her finger: "You want everything from anyone, do you have any sense of crisis, what if those things are not clean?"

Sikong Wu lowered his brows, and said obediently, "But Professor He..." Treated him very well.

While Ling Qiong was 'staring' at him, Sikong Wu tactfully swallowed back the next few words.

Ling Qiong snorted softly, turned around and left.

Sikong Wu couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth, caught up with her, and coaxed her kindly, "Miss, I just don't want it from now on."

After getting along for such a long time, Sikong Wu has almost figured out this little girl's temper.

Temperament is sometimes cloudy or cloudy, but it is also easy to coax.

"Then do you want me?"

"..."

Why does the eldest miss always like to pop up some unexpected questions that make him hard to guard against.

And every time...

Sikong Wu felt that the beating heart in his chest gradually lost its frequency, and the surging throbbing almost overwhelmed him.

Lingqiong was obsessed with this answer, and asked again: "Do you want it?"

Sikong Wu tightened his grip on the things in his arms, and after a while, he said slowly: "Miss wants me... I will not leave Miss."

As long as she needs herself.

He will always be by her side.

No matter in what capacity.

"It can be answered in one word, why are you talking so long." Lingqiong reluctantly accepted the answer, "I will always want you."

Sikong Wu also said: "Then I will always be by Missy's side."

Ling Qiong glanced at him, and held his arm with a bright smile in the next second, "You can change your name."

Sikong Wu: "Huh?"

The little girl leaned over, her voice was soft, "You can shout more intimately."

Sikong Wu: "...how...what's the name?"

Lingqiong: "Think about it yourself."

Sikong Wu: "..."

…

Sikongwu really couldn't figure it out, and in the end, after Lingqiong made it clear that he was not allowed to be called the eldest lady, he could only follow Hua Yingying and call her Ahying.

Although Lingqiong was a little dissatisfied, she still reluctantly accepted it.

It's not that Sikong Wu doesn't know a more intimate address, but... what identity does he use to call him?

"Master Ah Wu, you've been reading materials since you got up in the morning. Take a break. You can't rush your studies. You're only in the first grade now, so you still have plenty of time." Butler Ke felt sorry for Si Kongwu, and rarely saw him go out. Children, at this age, are the time to play around.

Steward Ke watched the young man rubbing his sore eyes, and said obediently, "I'm fine."

Butler Ke can still recall the first time he met this man.

At that time, the young man was in a state of embarrassment, his eyes were full of defense, and his body was covered with thorns, like a puppy that had been abandoned and mistreated.

The last few times we met, he was more or less sharp, as if he was going to fight if he disagreed.

But now the young man is soft all over his body, he is so cute and sensible.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought it was the same person at all.

Butler Ke smiled again, "Miss is in the room, why don't you go and talk to Miss and have a rest?"

Without any hesitation, Sikong agreed to Butler Ke's proposal.

Butler Ke prepared some snacks and drinks and asked Sikong Wu to bring them in by the way.

When Sikong Wu entered the room, he saw Ling Qiong lying on the bed flipping through the books. Nowadays, paper books are used for collection, and few people read them.

Seeing that she was watching seriously, Sikong Wu didn't notice himself, put the things aside, and walked over quietly.

He carefully stretched out his hand, but before he touched anyone, his wrist was grabbed, and the scene in front of him was reversed.

The little girl pushed him down on the bed and looked at him with a half-smile, "Huh? What do you want to do?"

Sikong Wu avoided her gaze, "No..."

Lingqiong pressed her fingertips on the pulse of his wrist, "You want to scare me?"

Sikong Wu shook his head: "No."

Ling Qiong lowered her head, almost touching the tip of her nose, and said in a low tone, "I've become more courageous recently."

Sikong Wuxin gave a slight thud, probably because he had lived with her for a long time and was used to being pampered by her, he was indeed somewhat...

Before he had time to figure out the uneasiness in his heart, the little girl kissed her, "But I like it."

Sikong Wu looked at her blankly.

It turned out that she didn't feel that she was overbearing.

Ling Qiong let go of him, sat aside, closed the book, tilted her head and asked him, "What are you looking for me for?"

Sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whole room was shrouded in brilliant gold.

Sikong used his elbows to support his body, "Uncle Ke asked me to chat with you."

The little girl sitting in the sun suddenly said in a sly tone, "Oh. You only came when Uncle Ke asked you to come. You don't want to chat with me?"

Sikong Wu hurriedly shook his head, "I'm not..."

Lingqiong was determined: "You really don't want to chat with me?"

Sikong Wu blushed in a hurry: "I didn't mean that, I didn't want to chat with you, I..."

"If you don't want to, don't think about it." Ling Qiong didn't listen to his explanation, and snorted softly, then grabbed a corner of the quilt and flipped it over, covering them on top of their heads, and the little girl's crisp voice came out from under the quilt, "Let's do it."

Snapped--

The heavy book fell from the bed and was spread out on the floor. The wind from nowhere caused the pages to flip.

…

After making a fuss, Sikong Wu got out from under the quilt and pulled his clothes to breathe.

He glanced at the person with a small head protruding from under the quilt, then moved away, and choked out a sentence, "Ah Ying, don't do this to me."

Ling Qiong smiled badly, "We can have a deeper understanding."

Sikong Wu refused flatly, "No."

Ling Qiong sighed, thinking that the business of prostitutes is really difficult to carry out, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and efforts are still needed!

In the end Ling Qiong could only sit up slowly.

Sikong looked at her all the time, bent down to pick up the book on the ground, and handed it to her.

Ling Qiong held the book and flipped through it casually. It was meaningless, so she stretched out her hand to let Sikong Wu hug: "Go to the balcony."

Sikong Wu carried her over and put her on the deck chair on the terrace, and brought over the drinks and snacks that Butler Ke had prepared earlier.

Lingqiong would enjoy it, enjoying Sikongwu's feeding while drinking the drink.

"The weather is good today." Ling Qiong said suddenly.

Sikong Wu looked up to the sky, the sun was just right, and he could still see the blue sky and white clouds. It was indeed a rare weather.

Then Ling Qiong's faint voice rang in his ears, "It's a pity that we can't communicate in depth in such a fine weather."