Tang Ziyan rescued a little boy, took him home to take a bath, gave him snacks, and dressed him up nicely.
Tang Ziyan did this kind of adoption of children almost every day, but this time, she only noticed the boy after seeing Chu Qing.
His name was Chen Lang. After cleaning, his little face was cuter than a girl's. Tang Ziyan looked into his eyes, which were spotlessly clean.
"When will my sister take me to find my master?"
Chen Lang already regarded himself as Chu Qing's disciple, although he himself didn't know about it at all and would probably refuse without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Tang Ziyan raised a sneer on his face. In a few days, it will be the wedding of the young master of the Tang family to Meng Zui. The woman did not know what means she used to make the Tang family insist on marrying her, so Meng Zui said that wind is like rain. , prepared the wedding vigorously and resolutely.
Land in the Empire State Building is precious, and Mengzui is so extravagant that he can occupy the entire twenty-fifth floor. At that time, all the prominent people in Jinmen City will be present. As long as Mengzui marries the young master of the Tang family, the news will spread throughout the whole country the next day. Jinmen City.
Tang Ziyan really didn't know what Mengzui was thinking. She might have lost the news about Chu Qing, but it was too much to bet on her happiness for the rest of her life.
Women can remarry multiple times, but men cannot. If they are divorced by Mengzui, the Tang family's face will be lost.
I don't know if Chu Qing will come on the wedding day, Tang Ziyan also wants to know.
She knelt down to comfort Chen Lang, revealing a seductive white patch of snow on her chest.
"You can see Master in a few more days, but then my sister would like to ask you something. Be the flower girl at the wedding. Are you willing?"
Chen Lang's nose bubbles immediately flowed out, and his big eyes were full of curiosity, "Is the bride beautiful? I heard that the bride will wear a skirt and a wig, and she will be more feminine than the groom."
Tang Ziyan thought of the Tang family relative whom he had met a few times. He was pretty good-looking, but he was a bit too honest.
"He is very good-looking, even more beautiful than my sister. He will definitely look beautiful in a wedding dress. Do you want to be his flower girl?"
Her tone of voice became gentle unconsciously, and she had a maternal glow about her. Chen Lang frowned, then pouted, and said sadly: "Sister, are you going to marry that person? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so interested." Seriously, if you marry him, I won’t be able to marry you in the future.”
Tang Ziyan didn't react for a while. When she understood that this was Chen Lang's indirect confession to her, his neck was already as red as a flamingo.
"Of course the person getting married is not my sister."
Tang Ziyan's smile froze, and Chu Qing's figure flashed untimely in her mind. The more she wanted to forget him, the more she couldn't forget him. She knew clearly that liking him was a kind of torture, but she was still attracted by his unique style. Attracted.
Tang Ziyan touched his beating heart and told Chen Lang how he and his master got to know each other.
The thrilling, twists and turns and bizarre experiences during this period kept Chen Lang's mouth from closing, his eyes were shining, and he admired the master even more in his heart.
When he was a gangster, he was bullied by other gangsters. He didn't have enough to eat or sleep every day. If Chu Qing hadn't "avenged" him, Chen Lang would never have known that there was someone as powerful as Chu Qing in the world. people.
In order not to be bullied, Chen Lang wanted to learn martial arts from Chu Qing, but Tang Ziyan took him away. On the eve of the wedding, Tang Ziyan brought a small skirt and a small garland. When Chen Lang put it on, his cuteness exploded surface.