Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Chen Fangya had a lively personality, so he started shouting when he arrived downstairs: "Brother Lin, I have found the wood. ”

After all, it is Chen Fangya. Communication basically depends on shouting.

“Thank you, Chen.” The man who came down from the bamboo floor wore a silk embroidered green old-style casual shirt that combines modern with ancient clothing, as if he were a distant monk outside of the red dust, making him feel particularly comfortable.

“You're welcome, it should be.” Chen Fangya's face was a little red, and his eyes were full of small stars.

Lin Tianlang nodded politely: “Please go back first, I'm looking for Master Lin and other things. ”

“Oh.” Chen Fangya only remembered a few steps back. The treatment of beautiful women is different! She is Chen, to the trees there is Master Lin sister?

“No, Lin Tianlang seems particularly cold in the bones. Even if everyone calls his brother, he seldom calls his brother and sister by name. Do they know each other? But it doesn't look like it.” Chen Fangya tangled for a while before returning to the dormitory.

Lin Tianlang and the trees quietly stepped on the bamboo staircase to the second floor, to the far left room on the second floor, Lin Tianlang opened the door and did not open it, and made a gesture.

The trees are generous and come in and sit down.

Lin Tianlang politely made her tea, and the trees didn't refuse, so she sat quietly.

There is virtually no verbal communication between the two, but there is an indescribable tacit agreement.

The only disharmony is that the wooden phone rings and is the sound of a text message.

Nor did she say hello to Lin Tianlang. Open it and see.

“Little wood, what are you doing?” You don't even have to look at the name to know it's Yunting. At present, only Yunting knows her mobile number.

“See the handsome man. ”

The tip of the tree flies, and I don't even want to go back.

Driving to Huadu Hotel Yunting, his fingers moved a little and he almost dropped his phone.

“Am I handsome?” Yunting shook his head helplessly:

Am I spending too little time with her? In fact, he has a good face. At least he likes the trees, but he doesn't have much time to spend with her.

Wood is only eighteen years old, the girl's heart likes the snowflake, he may not really be able to give it. He wants to give, but there's no time.

But she's the only woman he wants, and he doesn't want to let go. Not at all.

……

Lin Tianlang was well maintained, the trees texted, he continued to boil water and tea beside him, the whole action flowed through the clouds, the room was quiet only text message tone and water burning gu.

This room should be Professor Lin's office, except that the professors are always cold and busy and are usually on duty with the help of graduate students.

Professor Lin is a professor of religious science, unlike the general professor, the office is more like the Dormitory living room.

“Introduce yourself, Lin Tianlang, Yan Jingren, 24 years old. Coincidentally, at the age of 17, he came to worship under the Long Gate of the Spiritual Enlightenment, and was fortunate enough to be accepted as a famous disciple by his master. I heard Master Lin is the only real disciple? ”

Chen Fangya's tangled problem is actually very simple, Lin Tianlang is really the brother of Lin Wood! Because they have the same master.

And in modern society, Taoists like Daoists of Enlightenment are almost as good as living fossils.

Lin Tianlang's greatest pride is to be able to worship Dao Ling as a teacher. Of course, he is also a little curious about the Master's handover disciples.

“Trees, eighteen years old, married.” As the same door, the trees also gave Lin Tianlang a brief introduction.

“Sister is so funny. Listen to Master, you just got off the mountain. How could you get married.” Lin Tianlang smiled like a spring breeze and added a small cup of tea to the trees.