Qin Huaichuan saw that what she said was clear and reasonable, and for a moment, he didn't know how to refute it.
A message suddenly popped into my mind.
Looking at her beautiful and delicate cheeks, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to become Mr. Qin as your teacher?"
Lu Jiuqi's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Is he my sister's master?"
I heard my sister say it once before.
She is looking for grandpa.
That grandfather is also her master.
Before that, she knew Mr. Qin.
She had never met him, but as a medical student, she had heard about him for a long time.
It would be great if I could become my teacher.
Qin Huaichuan nodded: "Yes."
Lu Jiuqi was a little excited: "Then you and sister, have you found him?"
"No."
Lu Jiuqi felt a little disappointed when he heard this: "Then...how can I worship him as my teacher?"
"Do you remember a question you took on an external website some time ago?"
Lu Jiuqi nodded: "Remember, the turmoil this time was also derived from that set of questions."
"That set of questions was created by my grandfather, Mr. Qin. He once said that if someone can solve all the questions, he can be accepted as his disciple. You just finished it."
Lu Jiuqi was shocked and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder, those questions are so meaningful and they were written by Mr. Qin."
Qin Huaichuan looked at her with a deeper look: "From today on, he will be your master."
Lu Jiuqi was a little dubious: "Really? Can I really do it?"
"certainly."
After Lu Jiuqi received the affirmation, he felt as if he was overwhelmed by happiness.
She unexpectedly became a disciple of Mr. Qin by mistake!
That's Mr. Qin!
"Uncle Qin, thank you so much!"
Qin Huaichuan deliberately kept a straight face and corrected: "Call me Senior Brother."
Lu Jiuqi hurriedly changed his words and shouted sweetly: "Brother!"
The corners of Qin Huaichuan's tense mouth suddenly rose.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "Good boy, when you are free, I will take you to your hometown to visit your ancestors. Come in."
Lu Jiuqi felt the temperature in his palm, which was very hot.
A heart beating wildly for no reason.
This is probably because she rarely has such close contact with the opposite sex.
But she didn't reject it.
Perhaps, it was because he knew that he was his senior brother.
He nodded slightly: "Okay."
After saying that, he turned around and trotted home.
Qin Huaichuan retracted his hand, put one hand in his pocket, and leaned half against the car door, watching her.
Grandpa will definitely like this little girl.
Make an exception for him and accept a young apprentice, it should be fine.
After all, Uncle Qin is really unpleasant.
He watched her get in safely, then opened the car door, started the engine and left.
Humming a tune in my mouth, my mood improved a lot.
Soon, he walked away.
…
South bank residence.
After Gu Beisheng took a good nap, he finally adjusted and felt less tired.
Because I have been running back and forth for the past two days, I am a little tired and my complexion looks a little pale.
She simply put on light makeup to make herself look energetic.
Then I opened the closet and started looking for clothes.
When Fu Xizhou came in, he saw that the bed was covered with all kinds of her clothes.
Neither seemed satisfied.
Keep searching in the closet.
He frowned slightly, strolled over, and hugged her from behind.
Gu Beisheng was stunned for a moment, and at the same time, he felt relieved.
His low and soothing voice came from behind: "Don't be nervous, she is your mother, she will like whatever you wear."
Very gentle.
His words revealed her current mood.
"I'm just worried..."
Fu Xizhou interrupted her in a low voice: "Believe me, she loves you very much. What happened back then has nothing to do with her."
Gu Beisheng's clear eyes were dancing with sparks: "Yeah."
Then, Fu Xizhou let go of her and picked up a set of clothes on the bed: "Wear this set. I'll wait for you downstairs. We'll leave in ten minutes."
Gu Beisheng nodded: "Okay!"
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I will leave the Tibetan area tomorrow, so I can write more. Good night!
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