Chapter 339 Qinglin's comfort

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In Qinglin's eyes, or in the eyes of most people, Ning Fan always looks spotless, with a fluttering blue shirt, like a jade prince.

This is also the first time Qinglin has seen Ning Fan's "messy" appearance.

"Young Master, sit on the chair, I'll serve you."

Qinglin took the grabbed towel in his hand and walked over.

"No need, I'll just wash it myself." Ning Fan naturally knew Qinglin's unnecessary "worry" at this time, and immediately whispered to Qinglin.

"No, Master, sit down. I have to wash you today!"

After hearing Ning Fan's refusal, the rare Qinglin faced Ning Fan and mustered up the courage to "tough" for a while, and said angrily.

At this moment, looking at Qinglin's bulging little face, he smiled bitterly and continued.

"Qinglin, you don't have to worry. I'm not a big deal now, it's actually okay."

Ning Fan said, and at the same time he showed a gentle smile as usual, as before, and seemed to be completely invisible.

After hearing Ning Fan's explanation, Qing Lin looked at Ning Fan's appearance as if he was fine, and the worry on his face was very strong.

He held the towel on Yu's hand tightly in his hand, and put his hands directly on his waist and came to Ning Fan.

"Young master, don't think I don't know. The books are all told! People who say it's okay will definitely have something to do in their hearts! Don't lie to me!"

Qinglin's little face was bulging and seemed a little stubborn. At the same time, his two little hands pushed towards Ning Fan's waist, exerting a little force, trying to push Ning Fan to the chair behind him and sit down.

Seeing this, Ning Fan had no choice but to take two steps back as Qinglin wanted and sat on the chair behind him.

At the same time, I was quite helpless about Qinglin's sudden comeback.

"And, this girl! How can I just tell some fallacies!" Ning Fan complained helplessly.

During this period, he discovered that Qinglin had a characteristic, that is, he liked when he was fine.

This is something Ning Fan didn't know before.

Not only do I understand Qinglin's characteristics of liking reading, but I also don't understand what kind of liking reading books Qinglin likes to read.

After seeing Ning Fan "compromising", Qinglin smiled happily, then took the towel back in his hand, came to Ning Fan, bent down and said softly.

"Young Master, don't move around!"

As he said that, his little hand gently covered Ning Fan's face with a towel soaked in his hand. He moved his little hand and carefully rubbed Ning Fan's sweat-covered cheeks.

Her green eyes stared at Ning Fan's cheeks intently and carefully cleaned them up. Her little face was full of meticulous and serious expressions.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and enjoyed the green scales' clothing.

The tender and tender hands of the green scales washed his face for a long time, and a faint direction unique to the girl lingered on the tip of Ning Fan's nose. From time to time, the girl's hair slid off her temples, gently teasing Ning Fan's cheeks.

Itchy!

Not only did Ning Fan's cheeks make him itchy, but his heart was inexplicably itchy.

I don't know how long it took, but Ning Fan felt that the green scales in front of him seemed to have left him, so he opened his eyes.

At first glance, I saw Qinglin running outside the door with a basin of water, and left a sentence to Ning Fan.

"Young Master, I'll be back later! Don't close the door!"

Ning Fan looked at the girl's petite figure in a hurry, and couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh.

"What are you going to do later?"

Ning Fan had a helpless look on his face. Not long after, he heard the sound of thin and rapid footsteps outside the door.

Soon Qinglin's figure appeared at the door, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"So hot! So hot!"

Qinglin trotted into the room, panting, and blushing.

At the same time, put a plate of freshly baked pastries in your hand on the table, and put two little hot and red hands at your mouth to blow the air conditioner.

Ning Fan looked at the aroma on the table, the white osmanthus-shaped pastries, which looked very small and delicate, with a faint pattern on the side of the pastries, and it was obvious that they were the kind of dessert that girls like very much.

When Ning Fan saw this thing, he knew what Qinglin was going to do next.

Sure enough, before Ning Fan could speak, Qinglin said.

"Master, you didn't eat anything today. This is my favorite snack. I made some today. Master, please come and try it too."

After Qinglin finished speaking, he gently rolled up his cuffs, revealing his white white wrists, and picked up a slightly hot snack with his jade hand.

Immediately, he pouted his mouth, blew a few breaths on his lips, and felt that the dessert had cooled down, so he handed it to Ning Fan with both hands.

Although Ning Fan had already understood Qinglin's "intention", there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. The accident and the stupid girl like Qinglin, who was in his eyes, could also make such exquisite snacks.

I took the snack handed over by Qinglin and took a bite. It felt very delicious, so I looked at Qinglin beside me.

At this time, Qinglin sat next to him, holding the snacks in his hands and feeding them to his mouth, chewing them with his small mouth, his face filled with simple excitement, and his eyes were squinted happily, like a little squirrel stealing from food.

"Little girl, I didn't expect you to make dim sum, and it tasted pretty good!" Ning Fan praised to Qinglin beside him.

After hearing this, Qinglin smiled sweetly, then put down the half of the unfinished snack in his hand and continued.

"Well, actually, I didn't know how to make this before. The reason why I made snacks was because of the young master."

"For my reasons?" Ning Fan was a little confused.

"Yes, I used to like this snack very much, but because it was very expensive, I rarely had the chance to taste it. And at that time, people hated me very much. Even if I wanted to learn to make snacks, no one would be willing to teach me."

Qinglin said slowly, as if he was thinking about his past experience, his voice gradually became lowered.

Seeing Qinglin's appearance, Ning Fan wanted to comfort him, but just when he wanted to speak, Qinglin's voice suddenly rose.

"But! Fortunately, I met the young master. The young master was the only person who was so good to Qinglin. It was because of the young master that they were willing to teach me to make snacks!"

"Since I met the young master, everything has improved. My bloodline that I had been vaguely disgusted before has become less important and more confident!"

"So, the young master is the most, most important person in my life!"

The green-scaled green eyes gradually shone with a glimmer of light. I looked at Ning Fan deeply, and I mustered up the courage to say all these words!

After Ning Fan heard this, he felt inexplicably touched him.

"I didn't expect that I was so important in this girl's heart..."

Ning Fan was very moved and even wanted to speak, he said something encouraging to Qinglin.

However, the next moment, Qinglin suddenly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and expressed his excitement, and suddenly shouted at Ning Fan.

"So! If the young master feels sad, I want Qinglin to tell you without any scruples. I will do my best to help the young master share all this!!"
Chapter completed!