Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

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"How come you woke up without making any sound?" It was Jiang Qing's father who came over after hearing the voice. The two of them were a young and handsome couple at this time.

Jiang Qing also stared at them with his eyes moving back and forth. When he got tired, he glanced out the window beside him, looked up at the sky and thought.

"Honey, why is Qingqing so quiet?" Mother Jiang asked her husband softly.

Father Jiang then adjusted his glasses, as if he was studying a work of art, and said, "Maybe Qingqing has her own ideas?"

"She's only ten months old!"

"She stares out the window. Does she like the sky?"

"That makes sense, husband!"

It can be seen that there is a reason why the two people love each other.

The two smiled at each other, and Dad Jiang approached Jiang Qing first and picked up the soft little Jiang Qing from the crib.

"Show Dad."

Jiang Qing looked at Jiang's father from a baby's perspective. Jiang's father was an artist and looked very young. Of course, Jiang's mother was even younger.

Jiang Qing tried to grin and gave Jiang's father a cute smile.

Although Jiang Qing didn't know how to smile, the stiffness was weakened by the baby's chubby face, leaving only cuteness.

"Wife, look, Qingqing is smiling at me."

Mother Jiang came closer, reached out and gently tapped Father Jiang, who was as proud as the spring breeze.

In this world, there is magic that even Duan Zhuoyan cannot break. It is strange and rare.

"Master, are you okay?"

Jiang Qing knelt on the ground in front of him, moved closer to Duan Zhuoyan and asked softly, but he stepped back inaudibly.

He heard Jiang Qing's approaching footsteps and didn't expect that they were so close at this moment.

Duan Zhuoyan moved his hands away from his face. The blurry blood color almost covered his delicate face. Jiang Qing couldn't help but pursed her lips.

"I'm fine, but are you feeling unwell?" Duan Zhuoyan didn't seem to notice the blood and tears on his face, and asked again: "You are just transforming for the first time, your cultivation is unstable, and the magic elixir is poisonous. My magic power is incompatible with yours and can only heal external injuries. If you have time, you can practice the skills I taught you before to stabilize your cultivation and remove the remaining poison in your body."

Jiang Qing felt uncomfortable watching Duan Zhuoyan come to care about her even though his face was covered in blood.

"I know, Master."

"your eyes…"

As Jiang Qing spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch her, but Duan Zhuoyan turned his head away.

"This problem should be resolved after some time."

"Really? But the blood and tears on your face, Master..."

Duan Zhuoyan touched his wet face, and with his eyes closed, he looked a little flustered.

He originally thought that his face was covered with just beads of sweat, but unexpectedly it was blood. He quickly cast a spell to clean the blood off his face.

"Ahem... did it scare you?"

Jiang Qing answered the question irrelevantly: "Master, we in the Nine-tailed Fox Clan have always believed in repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude.

If you think about it carefully, Master has saved me twice and taught me martial arts. Now, because my eyes are injured, I, a demon, don’t know where to go. From now on, I will be the Master’s eyes.”

Although Duan Zhuoyan couldn't see it, he inexplicably felt that Jiang Qing, who said these words at this moment, must be looking at him with a gaze as full of love.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, he didn't refuse, but he didn't agree either.

After a long time, Jiang Qing finally heard his deep voice: "Little fox, the world is so big, you can go and see it all."

This means rejecting Jiang Qing.