Chapter 809 Is This the Rhythm of Meeting Parents? 1

Yan Tao held the dark black judge pen, his peach blossom eyes twinkling slightly.

His brows were raised slightly, and the slender judge pen moved beautifully in circles between the teenagers.

"The judge's pen," Wu Zhi nodded, and then motioned to Yan Tao to take out another item, "You have taken everything away, and it just makes me worry less."

Yan Tao: "Who left this here? You didn't give it to the wrong person, right?"

Wu Zhi smiled slightly: "Just let it happen."

It's none of his business to send it out anyway.

The old monk had solved a big problem and was going to rest.

He waved his hand towards Wuchen, "You can take Young Master Yan around as you please. If Young Master Yan is interested, he can stay in Tanjia Temple for a few days, it's up to you."

Wuchen was the only one left in the small courtyard. He glanced at the young man, walked out of the courtyard, called over a young novice monk, turned to Yan Tao and smiled, "San Ai, take this Young Master Yan to visit the temple. .”

Yan Tao... showed a faint smile, "Wuchen, you will save trouble."

"No, no," Wuchen clasped his hands together and nodded, "As the saying goes, make the best use of everything and make the best use of people's talents. Poor monk..."

"Don't be poor, I still like you more."

The boy lazily patted the dust on his arms, put away the things, walked over and put his arms around the handsome monk's shoulders, with a bright and picturesque smile, "In order to ensure that I don't cause any damage to Tanja Temple, it's better for you to lead the way for me."

"I haven't eaten the temple's vegetarian meal yet..."

Wuchen's eyelids twitched and he turned around stiffly, finally able to stop his urge to beat the boy to death.

Amitabha, indeed his concentration is still not enough.

It takes practice and practice.

Tanja Temple has a long history. Although it has undergone many renovations, it still retains a strong sense of history accumulated over the years.

While walking among them, ginkgo leaves fell down and landed on the young man's shoulders. She wiped them away with her hands casually. Her handsome face looked more and more serious against the mottled sunlight.

"Ding ding ding——"

The cell phone rang suddenly.

It was Lian Feng who came here.

It was almost four o'clock at this time. Yan Tao opened his phone and heard the laughter coming from the other side.

Lian Feng: "Shen Yan, are you free tonight?"

Yan Tao: "What?"

Lian Feng: "I'll give you a chance to have dinner with Mr. Qin, do you want to?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

Lian Feng subconsciously scrunched up his neck and turned away from the joke, "Yan Shen, let's not hurt each other. After all, you are also our savior. In order to repay your kindness, I will go and pick you up right away."

Young Master Yan stopped under the century-old ginkgo tree, leaning against it, holding the mobile phone in his left hand. His handsome face was slightly raised, and his thin lips were slightly raised, "Okay."

She also wanted to see what tricks Lian Feng was up to.

Lian Feng put down the phone, fearfully stood one meter away from Chu Xue and squatted down, holding his chin with both hands and feeling helpless: "Madam, what are you doing? It's okay to invite you to dinner, why do you have to bring Master Qin and Yan together?" God come together?"

There was a milk cat pressed under Chuxue's big fleshy paws. Its golden vertical pupils lazily scanned the stupid human opposite, and it hummed hot air from its nostrils.

"Meow~"

The baby's furry head was pressed down by the big paws. It tried hard to spread its limbs and crawl forward, but was easily pulled back to the original place by Chuxue.

Zongbaobao collapsed on the ground angrily, motionless.

"It's okay to ask them both to go, why do you have to let me get you there!"