My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Lou Ziling did not answer, and Jing Xi was a bit stuck for a while.

How can I guess she is a girl?

She said yesterday that she was a boy, and he also believed. How come she suddenly knew the truth today?

Many people guess that she is a girl, but as long as she denies, no one doubts.

After all, Dayun Temple is where monks live, and there will be no nuns.

"How did you know?"

Jingxi was lying on the window, staring at Lou Ziling curiously.

Lou Ziling ignored her at all and continued to busy herself.

His face was pale, and even if the whole person was sitting on the ground, it was like a sword with a sheath, sharp and hurting.

Usually, there are very few people who are willing to talk to him. Even his sister Lou Ruofei said to him that he was half angry and refused to say more.

Instead, Jingxi's heart seemed to be copper walls and iron walls, and he didn't care about his stabbing.

"How old are you? Where do you live? Where do you go to school? What do you like to eat? What color do you like?..."

Jingxi asked a lot of things, but Lou Ziling never looked up at her again.

She didn't care either. She stood alone outside the window and kept talking.

After a while, Lou Ziling couldn't stand it anymore, put down the computer and got up, raised his hand and pushed Jingxi's little head out, and then closed the window with a clatter.

Jingxi grunted and stomped his feet angrily, scolding him outside: "You are a bad guy!"

She had felt guilty because she had caught a cold, and she was not guilty at all.

Jing Zhi lay on a branch not far away, watching the little witch frustrated again, and said: "The boy is very promising!"

Jingxi walked angrily, went to the main hall in front of the temple, and met the tourists coming and going, and was quickly attracted by the handsome guys in the tourists. After a while, he forgot the building to the Pacific Ocean.

And a handsome monk like Jing Zhi, Dayun Temple is unique. In the past two days, because of his presence, tourists have increased a lot. Some people, especially girls, come again, especially to see Jing Zhi.

The three young girls who came to play together looked at Jing Zhi sitting cross-legged and muttered.

"Let's ask him for a phone number? WeChat will do!"

"Do monks also use WeChat?"

"Is the monk not allowed to fall in love! What if I want to fall in love with him?"

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They thought that Jing Zhi could not hear it. In fact, Jing Zhi heard it clearly.

He was a little proud, look, how he recruits girls like it!

Jing Zhi glanced at the people in the hall, but suddenly saw a figure.

The man stared at him staring blankly, and his thin body was hit by people, seemingly unaware.

Jing Zhi wanted to ignore her, but even if he turned his head, the shadow was still lingering in front of his eyes.

He got up angrily and went out, but within a minute he came back again, grabbed Zheng Yuluo's hand, and pulled her out.

A few girls who have been fooling with Jing Zhi just now, and when he saw him, he walked away without dragging a beautiful girl, and the girl did not have any resistance at all.

They are heartbroken!

Does this monk have a girlfriend?

God, how can even a monk have a girlfriend, but they are still single dogs!

Zheng Yuluo was pulled out by Jing Zhi, and her hand was wrapped in his big hand, making her feel a little unreal.

She just came here to try her luck today. I met Jing Zhi once in Dayun Temple. He shaved his head and might stay in Dayun Temple for a while.

Her thoughts were irresistible, and she came here without any control at all.

He really is here!

Zheng Yuluo almost wept with joy!

When Jing Zhi came over to pull her hand, she was a little ignorant.

They passed through the crowd, through the small square, through a pine forest, and came to a sparsely populated hall.

In the side hall stood a tall Buddha statue. Jing Zhi pulled Zheng Yuluo behind the Buddha statue, looked at her quietly, then grabbed her waist and bowed her head to kiss.

It's terrible!

This is a temple!

Behind her is a big Buddha. There are still people burning incense outside to worship the Buddha. Will the two of them do this kind of thing in front of the Buddha?

And Jing Zhi is now shaving his head and wearing a monk's robe, which makes Zheng Yuluo's psychological obstacle not so great!

"Jing Zhi, don't be like this, don't be here..."

Zheng Yuluo's resistance was a little bit fierce. Jing Zhi originally wished to swallow her heart, which could only be suppressed, and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"This is a temple, no way."

Zheng Yuluo's voice was rapid and panic, and his tone was full of begging.

Jing Zhi frowned: "I can't kiss you in the temple? Rest assured, the Buddha can't manage to be so wide. Seeing our affection, he will only open one eye and close one eye."

He is not a believer. Although he learned a little Dharma with the host in these two days, he grew up in the West after he was ten years old, and he really has no fear of Buddha.

Although Zheng Yuluo is not a devout Buddhist, she finally feels that she has three feet above her head and she is afraid to do such a thing behind such a majestic Buddha statue.

"No, no, I'm scared here!"

Zheng Yuluo refused to agree to let Jing Zhi kiss her again. If it were before, Jing Zhi could directly give Zheng Yu here no matter what happened.

But now looking at her panic, she would rather grieve himself than reluctantly grieve Zheng Yuluo.

His feelings for Zheng Yuluo are gradually deepening. He no longer only cares about his happiness and comfort, but more about taking care of Zheng Yuluo's emotions.

His voice was low: "Okay, not here, let's go somewhere else."

He held Zheng Yuluo's hand tightly and took her out of the back of the Buddha statue, but it surprised the tourist who had just come in to Shangxiang in front of the Buddha statue.

The tourist looked at Jing Zhi and Zheng Yuluo strangely, with a look of surprise and wonder.

The monk of Dayun Temple, shouldn't his private life be so chaotic? Just chaos behind the Buddha statue?

Zheng Yuluo was shy and hard to look up, but Jingzhi didn't care about it at all. He took Zheng Yuluo to the room he and Jing Xi took during the lunch break.

The rooms in the temple are extremely simple, with only two beds, a table and a chair, which is consistent with the traditionally pitiful style of Dayun Temple.

As soon as Jing Zhi entered the door, he pressed Zheng Yuluo against the door, and the kiss fell like rain, breaking Zheng Yuluo's last defense.

Zheng Yuluo tipped his toes, wrapped his arms around Jingzhi's neck, and kissed him while crying.

Between lips and teeth, Jing Zhi's familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere, his kisses are overbearing and rushed, hungry and unbearable, just like to eat her, not to give her a little breathing opportunity.

Zheng Yuluo felt that she had forgotten everything at the moment, and she wished to be integrated into Jing Zhi's body.