Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

"What do you think?" Mo Zhenqi put down the red wine glass in his hand, "Where did you go? Why did you come back at this time?"

"I went to dinner with my classmates and didn't pay attention to the time." Mo Xi'er shrank her neck. After her mother married Mo Zhenqi's father, she had been traveling with Mo Zhenqi's father. Every time she came back, she would stay at home for a month or two at most. Usually, she and Mo Zhenqi were the only ones at home. Mo Zhenqi treats her very well, but she is also very strict. She is sometimes afraid of him.

"Male classmate?" Mo Zhenqi frowned. Xi'er is the person he likes. When she grows up, he will tell her what he thinks. As for the other boys, don't even think about hitting Xi'er.

Mo Xi'er pursed her lips, "Female classmate." She wanted to say back to Mo Zhenqi loudly, "It's none of your business", but she still didn't have the courage to speak. She didn't forget the last time she was taught by Mo Zhenqi.

Mo Zhenqi's brows widened, "Next time, bring your classmates to the house for dinner."

Mo Xi'er looked at Mo Zhenqi in surprise, "Okay."

Mo Zhenqi raised his lips slightly, "Go to sleep." He believed that Xi'er would not lie to him.

"Oh!" Mo Xi'er nodded and walked towards her room. She is so tired today that she just wants to go to bed now.

Mo Zhenqi looked at the figure of Mo Xier leaving, and his eyes were full of doting. On her eighteenth birthday, he will show her his heart.

The sky was slightly brighter, and the morning air was extraordinarily fresh.

Song Yanning exited her cultivation state refreshed, took a shower, and walked out of the room.

"Get up." Qin Yushen heard the voice and stuck his head out of the kitchen, a gentle and charming smile on his handsome face.

Song Yanning walked into the kitchen, "It's so fragrant! What are you doing?" Every day Qin Yushen would make breakfast for her, and breakfast was made according to her liking.

Qin Yushen picked up the spoon, took a sip of the soup and blew it, and put it to Song Yanning's mouth, "You'll know when you taste it."

Song Yanning opened her mouth and drank the soup handed by Qin Yushen, "This is the taste of white jade fruit."

Qin Yushen nodded, "I found a spiritual land in the Xiuling Immortal Mansion. There are a lot of spiritual fruits and spiritual rice. I will show you." Although Xiuling Immortal Mansion was refined by him Yes, but his strength is limited now, and it will take some time to fully refine the Xiu Ling Xianfu.

Song Yanning felt a flower in front of her, and the next moment, she entered the fairy mansion in the Xiuling Realm. The four seasons here are like spring, the birds and flowers are fragrant, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and every frame of scenery is as beautiful as a picture scroll, making people feel like being in a fairyland.

"It's that spiritual land." Qin Yushen pointed to a place not far away.

Song Yanning looked up and saw that all the mountains and plains were full of spirit fruits and spirit rice, and there was a spirit lake next to the spirit land, where fish jumped out of the water from time to time.

"The original owner of Xiuling Immortal Mansion must be a foodie." Song Yanning smiled. After fasting, cultivators are no longer so particular about food. There is not much difference between eating and not eating, and all the spiritual plants that can be used for cooking are grown here. It can be seen that the original owner of Xiuling Xianfu is very particular about eating. .

Qin Yushen stretched out his hand and took Song Yanning into his arms, lowered his head, and rubbed his nose lightly against Song Yanning's nose, "I will use the Lingzhi here to cook food for you every day." He hopes to pet her as a little princess , making her the happiest woman in the world.

"Yeah." Song Yanning raised her head and took the initiative to kiss him... How could she not love someone who loved her so much?

Qin Yushen was stunned for a moment, and there was a happy smile in his gentle and deep eyes. How fortunate he was to meet her in this life.