Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2156

I have never seen such a handsome boy, male and female are hard to tell, and his gestures make people feel like a spring breeze. Although Nangong Jing is also very good-looking, his temperament is completely different.

"It turned out to be like this. We became monks at the Foyin Temple in the south. We need to travel all the way north. If we pass by a certain temple, we must go to the temple to worship. Thank you for the reminder." Jian Junxi's eyes showed gratitude.

In this way, the four of them chatted for more than an hour. Seeing that the heavy rain was still falling, the two of them had lunch here again.

The name of the old man is Zhang Dekai, and the name of the old woman is He Weifan. The couple are both locals. The old man was also an outstanding soldier when he was young.

There was a public office in the county, but he resigned because his character was too resolute. Later, the couple started to do business, selling shoes and socks, and also selling fruits.

After having a certain amount of funds, they bought a few pieces of land and founded a dairy company. The husband and wife worked extremely hard and laid the foundation for realizing financial freedom.

They have a son and a daughter under their knees. As soon as the retirement age is reached, the two live a life of seclusion. The children will visit them during the holidays.

Usually just the two of them are at home, growing fruits and vegetables, and their lives are very comfortable.

Because there are no neighbors around, the two old people will inevitably be lonely after a long time, so they are very enthusiastic when they see visitors.

Zhang Dekai's only hobby is playing chess, and He Weifan usually plays with him, but his chess skills are not very good, and the two of them often quarreled over this matter.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the two of them couldn't leave. In the afternoon, Nangong Jing played chess with Zhang Dekai.

He Weifan was interested in Buddhism, Jian Junxi explained to her very patiently, and spent a pleasant afternoon.

It was getting dark, and the heavy rain still didn't stop. Seeing this, the two old people stayed for the night.

Jian Junxi had no choice but to agree.

After dinner, the old lady went to tidy up the room and asked them, "Master Wu Xin, do you live in the same room or separate?"

Jian Junxi turned his head and glanced at Nangong Jing. It was too troublesome to ask the old man to clean up the two rooms. After two seconds of silence, he moved his lips and said, "One room is fine, please."

"No trouble, no trouble, you guys have a cup of tea first, and I'll clean it up right away." He Weifan said with a smile, and walked to the guest room.

"Okay." Jian Junxi nodded slightly, and the three chatted for another half an hour.

The elderly are used to going to bed early and getting up early, and they also need to hurry. After saying goodbye to each other, they went back to their rooms.

After Jian Junxi entered the room, he glanced at it. The decoration of the room is simple, and the furniture is all white. Only the blue sofa cushion is more conspicuous on the leather sofa.

The eye side is no more than [-] square meters, and there is a small door on the right, which should be the bathroom.

After turning around, his eyes fell on the white double bed, on which were placed two quilts, one red and one blue.

Her expression was very light, her eyes were neither wave nor ripple, and she walked to the sofa and began to meditate cross-legged, as if Nangong Jing was just a piece of air.

Nangong Jing put down her bag, glanced casually, and sat down opposite her, staring at her beautiful face, with seven parts of Buddha nature and three parts of indifference.

It's no longer the sensitive and suspicious Jian Junxi who was calculating every step of the way. He is close to her, but feels that she is far away...

The deep eyes are like falling meteors, after a brief period of brilliance, they are so dim that there is no color, and the whole body exudes a decadent atmosphere, and they no longer have the self-confidence of the past.

He stood up abruptly and walked to the French window, his long figure seemed extremely lonely and lonely at this moment.

(End of this chapter)