Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild - Chapter 312
Chapter 312 You are sick (26)
Talking about love storybook…It’s probably the story of a romantic scholar and a rich lady.
Qi Cong knows that those romantic scholars are very good at making women happy.
For example, at the beginning, his bluffing words led his mother to leave him, who was only five years old, and the talents who eloped with him.
Shouldn’t it be written in the script what exactly should be said and what to do?
Although Qi Cong didn’t have a good opinion of such a man who spoke and acted well, it wouldn’t be impossible if Rong Huang could forgive him for what he had done before.
Sooner or later, I must tell Rong Huang that he has a better chance of winning by studying earlier.
Looking at some old signs, Qi Cong glanced at Duke Peng blankly, his tone was cold, “knock on the door.”
As the great **** next to the tyrant, Peng Gonggong, of course, also bears the responsibility of playing the front line.
Peng Gonggong knocked on the door.
If it doesn’t work, it will be two times, if it is not two times, it will be three times, and three times will not work…
The door opened with a creak, and before Peng Gonggong had time to speak, he was smashed by the boss’s scolding.
“Who? What did you knock at night? Did you stop people from sleeping?!”
With a smile, Peng Gonggong took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the hands of the owner of the bookstore, “My master wants to buy some books at your house.”
The boss weighed the heavy silver in his hands, as if he had changed his face, the impatience on his face was immediately gone, and his face was flattering.
“Buy books? Good, please come in! Don’t look at my store, but you want to see it, it has it!” The boss laughed.
Qi Cong stepped into the bookstore and glanced at the enthusiastic boss behind him.
With a light cough, Qi Cong’s expression was a little unnatural, “I’ll do it myself.”
The boss was stunned, then he responded several times, and stood behind the counter.
The rich are the ancestors, let him do anything.
There are a lot of books in the bookshop, with various types, full of bookshelves with four stories high.
Each bookshelf was marked with a classification, and Qi Cong quickly found the row of bookshelves he wanted to buy.
The boss, who had been observing the guests in secret, twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw the labels on the bookshelf.
This man looked expensive, but he didn’t expect to buy books that only women can read.
Hey, the thinking of this rich man is really strange.
Qi Cong didn’t make a careful selection, but just took two textbooks that he thought might be useful.
After paying the money, Qi Cong rolled up the not-so-thick word book and took out the bookstore.
Peng Gonggong, who was guarding the door, quickly followed.
Back at the Heguan Temple, Qi Cong closed the door with his backhand, and walked into the inner hall with the script.
Half an hour later, the tip of the man who had always been the same as Taishan collapsed in front of him had strange red ears and his eyes were empty.
The words in front of me were back on the table.
The man’s amber eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to take the sandalwood beads and wrap them around his wrist.
The faint, almost inaudible scent of sandalwood dilutes the original turbulent mood.
Qi Cong closed the notebook, put it in the bottom drawer of the desk, and took a few useless books and pressed it on it.
The indifferent slaying tyrant sits in the vast and lonely Heguan Temple, with his eyes down not knowing what he is thinking.
The candle light extinguished, leaving a shadow on the Bogu shelf behind the man.
In a blink of an eye, it was the seventieth birthday of the old lady of Dingguohou.
Early in the morning, Qi Cong asked Peng Gonggong to send a token to leave the palace, and he picked something from his private library to give Rong Huang a birthday gift.