Happy version:
It's another sunny morning, perfect for picking flowers.
Bah, steal the fragrance.
Phew, peeping.
Bah bah bah, appreciate it.
Ah... His wife is getting more and more beautiful~
Sure enough, only a man as beautiful as him is worthy of her~
Don't tell Young Master Shen about propriety, justice and shame. He doesn't want to know~(╯╰)~
Ah! My wife is heaven!
Ah! My wife is the earth!
Ah! My wife is the air that I can't live without!
Gu Lan looked at their master with a resentful look on her face: "Master, morning is not the time for reading, really!"
Sad version:
Master, are you looking for it or not? Qing Yi was so anxious that she almost cried. If you don't look for it, don't spread the air-conditioning. At this temperature, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner.
Qing Yi waited for a long time, but did not hear the master's order, so he had to take the initiative to ask for help.
"Master, how about... I go find the two girls?"
"Okay!" After Shen Qinggang finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and said dejectedly: "Forget it, let's wait until she is relieved."
Qing Yi was puzzled, "Master, doesn't he care about the two girls?"
"Care?" Shen Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, "But she doesn't care about me, I care about her..."
As he spoke, he smiled helplessly.
"What's the use?"
Qing Yi looked at such a master and felt sad. It had been a long time since he had seen such a fragile master.
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