Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

Chapter 354 Secretly crossing Chencang

Can Zhang Wenling sit down?

Sitting down he couldn't block the sight of the two kids, which meant they were exchanging glances right under his nose, and he was left alone.

Then what's the point of him giving up the chance to hang out with his wife and running here to starve?

"Zhao Zhao, I've told you so many times to focus on what you do and not be distracted."

Zhang Wenling showed his fatherly manner, glancing sideways with his brows slightly raised, his eyes doting yet stern.

It must be beautiful, graceful, and moderately dignified.

I arrived early last night to check out the location, and practiced in front of the mirror until I was satisfied before going to bed. Because I kept asking my wife questions, I was kicked twice when I got into bed, which was really hard.

Zhang Wenling keenly caught the fleeting look of amazement on Zhang Xueming's face, and immediately felt as if he had taken a magic medicine, feeling refreshed.

Zhang Xueming secretly sighed that life is like a play and it all depends on acting skills, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled at him obediently and said, "But it's not my daughter's fault. I haven't seen you for a few years. Daddy is even more charming than before. He is cheerful and upright, like a jade tree in the wind. How can I not be impressed?"

Zhang Wenling tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and glanced at the boy in the pharmacy with pride. Seeing him looking at him in astonishment, he looked away reservedly: "Slippery tongue."

Zhang Xueming smiled even sweeter: "Dad, don't tease me. Everyone knows that I have always been outspoken and not good at pretense. I just speak my mind and tell the truth. If you don't believe me, go ask mom, what did I say wrong?"

It had been more than two years since I last heard such nice and pleasing words. Zhang Wenling was flattered and immediately forgot his original intention. He snorted and laughed, "Just ask," and walked away gracefully.

Gong Yuanzheng immediately turned his head and looked over, his eyes burning with a smile that seemed to be half a smile: [He is so bright and upright, as if a jade tree stood in the wind. How can one not be impressed? ]

Zhang Xueming pursed her lips calmly and smiled sweetly: [How can my young master be as bright as the stars in the sky and as brilliant as the leaves of China? ]

Her eyes moved, and there was a hint of charm in those clear pupils, like a small hook, catching his gaze and refusing to let go.

Gong Yuanzheng stared at her for a long time before turning away with a slightly red face: [You only know how to coax me.]

Zhang Xueming admired the beautiful scenery of red clouds dyeing white jade for a while, and heard a barely perceptible sound of footsteps coming this way. He raised his eyebrows and calmly opened the file on the case: [Quickly turn your back to the window, my father is back again. ]

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly turned around and continued grinding the herbs, no longer deliberately turning his face towards the window so that she could see clearly.

Zhang Wenling was halfway there when he realized he had been duped and hurried back, but he didn't catch the crime.

He looked here and there suspiciously, but found no flaws. He thought he was just overthinking it, and continued to stand on the brick with two small cracks in the pattern and pose.

I made up my mind not to talk to Zhang Xueming this time, so as not to be fooled again.

Zhang Xueming raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Do you think this can stump her?

Even when she couldn't be close to Gong Yuanzheng, she was not idle.

When her spiritual sense was not strong enough, she dared to condense it into thin threads, giving up width for length, and slipped into the Blade Hall to secretly watch the scene of Gong Shangjiao's succession.

Now that Gong Yuanzheng had broken through to the fifth level, her Qilin Soul Forging Technique had become more extensive and more stable. Since the two of them could not be together all the time, she naturally had to think about how to avoid the group of Zhang family members in the mansion who were sensitive to spiritual senses and how to "see" Gong Yuanzheng.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness was released, and it lightly bypassed Zhang Wenling and went into the pharmacy. It coiled around the roof beam like a snake, and silently watched Gong Yuanzheng.

Gong Yuanzheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the empty roof beams. He couldn't help but smile: [Zhao Zhao, you are looking at me.]

Zhang Xueming lowered his eyes and smiled: [Well, I will always watch you. ]

Gong Yuanzheng was very satisfied.

The clear feeling of being watched made him feel as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring, and all the pores in his body opened up.

He devoted himself to the research of new drugs.

Zhang Xueming once said that the border is heavily guarded and the people are warlike.

If he could develop an extremely effective medicine for wounds, he would soon become famous in the North.

He believed that even without using the unique medicinal herbs of the Old Dust Valley, he would be able to achieve his goal.

He would never let anyone say that Zhao Zhao chose the wrong person.

Zhang Xueming continued to bury his head in the pile of files, flipping through them, looking for omissions, and recording them.

In two days, the heads of various departments will come to report on their work, so she has to hurry.

For a moment, everyone in the study and the pharmacy turned on the immersive mode, ruthlessly leaving Zhang Wenling, who had returned, in the alley.

He looked left and right.

Neither of them was looking at each other, but their lips were slightly curved with affectionate smiles.

Is it really a matter of love and telepathy?

They have only known each other for less than half a year!

Zhang Wenling couldn't figure it out.

No father-in-law would be fond of the pig that eats his own cabbage, even though he knows that the pork is a tonic and good for the cabbage.

The cool spring breeze made the old father feel chilly in his heart.

It is impossible to admit defeat.

Wide sleeves can create a sense of elegance, but they can also conceal someone's action of quietly changing legs to support themselves.

This stand lasted the whole morning, and was comparable to the military posture his daughter had devised in her early years to enforce military discipline.

Zhang Wenling stood there stiffly, but was unable to find any evidence against the two young men.

Gong Yuanzheng came to the third room, which was equivalent to being on duty. He came and went on time and did not leave any food.

Zhang Xueming had already adjusted the copper ball-shaped timer he had given her half an hour in advance and placed it in a corner of the desk.

When the time is up, the mechanism is activated, and the purple spherical shell opens layer by layer like a flower, revealing the white kitten hidden inside, looking up and calling: "Meow~"

Both sides heard it clearly and smiled at the same time.

They walked in unison, packing up their things and going out at almost the same speed, and successfully met on the bluestone road near the gate of the courtyard.

The steps did not stop, but one looked up, then lowered his head, and their eyes met for a moment and then looked away.

But just that moment seemed to express a thousand words.

The maid following Zhang Xueming, the servant following Gong Yuanzheng, Jin Miao who was guarding the gate of the courtyard, and Zhang Wenling who was keeping a close eye on them, all seemed to see the pink bubbles constantly popping up around the two people.

The air was filled with a sweet scent, so sweet that people couldn't help but smile...

Nonsence!

Zhang Wenling came back to his senses and was about to quickly catch up and separate the two young men with the same stride and speed, but they had already walked out of the hospital side by side.

They stopped outside the gate at the same time.

"See you in the afternoon." Gong Yuanzheng took the opportunity to say goodbye and bowed, looking at her deeply.

"See you in the afternoon." Zhang Xueming bowed and looked back with a smile.

Three seconds later, the stalemate gazes parted.

One of them took Jin Miao and the servant back to the sixth room without looking back.

One of them led a maid to stop outside the courtyard gate. He did not look back, but turned to look at Zhang Wenling and called out in confusion, "Dad, there is no dish you like for lunch today?"

Zhang Wenling walked quickly to his daughter's side with a sullen face, stealing glances at her from time to time, but could not find any flaws.

He was even more confused.

They just glanced at each other and said something very ordinary, but there was no physical contact throughout the whole process.

Why did he feel that these two had already hugged, kissed and kissed each other, and that feeling of secret love was so strong?