The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiu'an's nose was a little sour, "It's me, Jiu'an."

She opened her mouth and walked over quickly.

The senior brother also saw it and hurried over, "What's wrong? Why didn't you say a word when you came back? Are you wronged? Did that kid Mu Qing not take good care of you?"

The appearance of the big brother is obviously the image of a gentle and elegant man, even if he wears simple clothes, he can see it well.

But now this nagging and nervous appearance is like an elder who sees his child being wronged, and wants to stand up for his child every minute.

"I just want to go home and have a look. Senior Brother Mu Qing is very kind to me." Her voice was a little hoarse and slightly nasal.

The senior brother complained again, "I didn't say come early when I came home, or I would wear more clothes. Is it cold? Have you caught a cold?"

As he spoke, he took off his coat and put it on Xing Jiu'an, and took her home.

Although it is on the mountain, the place they call home is really not small.

Otherwise, Master has so many disciples, and sometimes if they come together, there will be no place to live.

It's like a manor, and it's like an old mansion with a huge area.

As soon as you walk in, you will be greeted by an ancient promenade, a rockery, and a small fountain.

The long row of houses is where these disciples usually come to live, and each has his own room.

Xing Jiu'an's house was at the very center, because she was young, everyone wanted to protect her and be next to her, and then Xing Jiu'an went next to her master.

This is fairer.

"Master, let's see who is coming." The senior brother took Xing Jiu'an in and said happily.

At this time, there are not many disciples staying here, and there are only three people with the senior brother, and one is the young apprentice that the master accepted not long ago.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was very delicate.

Seeing the two come in, he called out to the big brother obediently, but he didn't know Xing Jiu'an.

When he was apprentice, Xing Jiu'an was not here yet.

"This is your little senior sister." The senior brother said.

The young man called out obediently.

Xing Jiu'an is the twenty-first among these disciples, and I don't know how the master has accepted so many disciples. This little boy is twenty-five.

In other words, after Xing Jiu'an, the master received very few disciples.

For more than ten years, with the young man who has just accepted apprentices in front of him, he has only accepted four.

It seems that many people want to become master's disciples.

With so many apprentices, this young man is the youngest one, and the second one is Xing Jiu'an.

There's nothing wrong with saying it's a little sister.

Xing Jiu'an responded and went to see the master again.

"Master." She whispered.

"What are you doing standing, sit down quickly and come to my side." Master pretended to be dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of happiness.

should be happy too.

Although there are so many apprentices, only Xing Jiu'an is the one who really watched him grow up.

When the little girl was three years old, she became his disciple.

He was the youngest of his disciples when he was a teacher.

Although the little girl's brothers and sisters were enough to take care of her, they still grew up by his side.

Xing Jiu'an walked over and sat down beside the master.

The master sits in a high position with a slightly shorter chair next to it, which is exclusive to Xing Jiu'an.

It's been that way since childhood.

This is her only preference.

The only senior sister who stayed here went to make ginger soup for Xing Jiu'an.

It's cold, so you should warm yourself up.