Chapter 114 Lend your husband

[Ask for red tickets, ask for collection]

Song Xiyan followed the little dragon girl to the living room. Seeing that she sat silently on the sofa watching TV, she sat next to her and chatted with her when she had nothing to do. She was ready to take martial arts as an entry point to have an in-depth chat with the little dragon girl, waiting for the opportunity to ask Nie Pan to pretend to be her boyfriend. She estimated that as long as Xiaolong The woman nodded and agreed, and Nie Pan had nothing to refuse.

It just surprised Song Xiyan that the little dragon girl who was very possessed by martial arts a few days ago was completely uninterested at this moment. She just listened to Song Xiyan talk about how heroic Qiao Feng was and how unrestrained Ling Huchong was, but there was an ancient expression on her face, which really made Song Xiyan couldn't figure out Xiaolong. What was the woman thinking? She didn't understand at all why the little dragon girl who was so obsessed with martial arts a few days ago became so fast, but she couldn't guess which fortune teller's fake "Master Jin" made Long Meimei hate the fictional martial arts world...

"Miss Long, don't you like Mr. Jin Yong's other works besides The Return of the Condor Heroes?" Song Xiyan asked patiently with a smile.

The little dragon girl shook her head and said, "I don't even like The Return of the Condor Heroes now. It's completely fabricated. It's illogical. There's nothing to watch..."

Song Xiyan Giant Khan thought it was rare to meet a female martial arts fan. Who knew that this fan who shouted to visit Master Jin a few days ago has completely lost interest in martial arts novels in just a few days...

After listening to the words of the little dragon girl, Song Xiyan didn't know how to answer. She stammered and said perfunctorily, "Well... Well, that's what Miss Long said. In fact, martial arts novels, like today's online fantasy novels, are all fictional. The good ones are called Tianma Xingkong. The imagination is rich, and the bad ones are actually just like what you said. Make it up..."

"Reporter Song, I don't like the name Miss Long very much. You still..." The little dragon girl frowned slightly and suggested.

"Well, well, it's too raw to call it this, isn't it? Why don't I just call your name, Xiaoshan!"

The little dragon girl shook her head and said, "This name is even worse. Or you can call me Dragon..."

Song Xiyan couldn't help wiping her sweat again: Miss Dragon was intoxicated in the divine sculpture. She didn't really lose interest in martial arts, but fantasized about herself as a little dragon girl. Perhaps the reason why she lost interest in "God Sculpture" was that she completely replaced herself into the heroine, and for the little one in it. The description of the dragon girl was very unsatisfactory, which made her lose interest in the divine eagle and even aroused disgust. You see, even the name makes me call her "Dragon"...

"How can this work? I think we are about the same age. Why don't we call each other sisters? I'm 22 today. I don't know how old Miss Long is this year?" Song Xiyan asked with a smile on her face.

To talk about this age, it is really difficult to answer the little dragon girl who has a little understanding of time-travelling knowledge. The date of her birth was during the Kaiqing period of the Song Dynasty. According to the current Gregorian calendar, her age is close to 800 years old, but according to the actual age of the body and skeleton, small The actual age of the dragon girl is 21 years old, but the little dragon girl doesn't want to be called a sister. Her eyebrows are slightly raised and she said, "I'm 23 years old this year."

"Ha ha, then Xiyan will have to call you Sister Long..."

Song Xiyan stretched out her hand and held one of the little dragon girl's hands and called her sister affectionately. At the time of the tentacles, she felt that the little dragon girl's skin was cold, as if it was as cold as the bone marrow. She asked with some surprise, "Uh... Why is Sister Long's hand so cold? Are you caught a cold? Oh... This is amazing. I'll call Nie Pan to take you to the doctor immediately.

The little dragon girl was too lazy to explain to her, so as not to explain it more troublesome. She hurriedly grabbed Song Xiyan and said, "Don't worry to call Nie Pan. My skin is a little cold. Maybe I wear a little less clothes. It will be fine in a while."

"Oh, yes, the temperature is really low today. Doesn't the air conditioner in the house work well? Why doesn't Sister Long put on a cotton-padded jacket?

Song Xiyan got up with concern and took a piece of Nie Pan's clothes from the drying rack and put it on the back of the little dragon girl to show her concern. She had been reaching out and holding the little dragon girl's palm. The little dragon girl was a little sorry to see that Song Xiyan was so considerate to herself. She secretly concentrated on holding her palm slowly in Song Xiyan. After running, the palm of the hand will be warmed up soon.

"Okay, reporter Song, I'm gradually feeling warmer now. Thank you for your concern." After the palm of her hand became warm, the little dragon girl gently pulled out her palm from Song Xiyan's hand.

"Well, I also think my sister's hands are hot. It seems that the temperature is a little low today. In the future, Sister Long should wear more clothes... Which one... I have something... I want to ask Sister Long for a favor. I don't know... Does my sister agree?"

Song Xiyan stammered her request. A girl who was originally very bold also became hesitant at this time. After all, she asked another girl to borrow her husband to pretend to be her boyfriend. This kind of thing would be ridiculous enough to think about it with her toes!

The little dragon girl gently massaged her temple and wanted to get up and go back to her room to practice internal skills. She said without thinking, "Since reporter Song begged me, as long as I can help, I will definitely promise you. Just say it, I still have something to go back to the house..."

Seeing that the little dragon girl was about to go back to the house, Song Xiyan was in a hurry and said, "Which one... It's like this. I said, sister, don't be angry... I'm getting older and older day by day. My parents have been urging me to find a partner. I've been lying to them that I have a boyfriend in Donggang. Isn't it the festival tomorrow? My parents are going to come to Donggang from their hometown in Shandong to spend the holiday with me. By the way, they will meet my boyfriend. You said where can I find a boyfriend for a while... Therefore, I just want Nie Pan to pretend to be my boyfriend to deal with it for a day. Sister Long, don't worry. It only takes one day..."

Song Xiyan's words were really beyond the expectation of the little dragon girl. She subconsciously asked, "Isn't your boyfriend your boyfriend? You want Nie Pan to pretend to be your father-in-law. If it spreads, is it bad for your reputation?

"Hey, it's just pretending. It's not like ancient people. The reputation of girls is more important than anything else. It's just acting. Now it's very popular to rent a partner online for the Spring Festival. Who cares about this." Song Xiyan was afraid of being rejected by the little dragon girl and hurriedly danced to explain.

Although the little dragon girl had a faint feeling of sourness in her heart, she thought that she allowed Nie Pan and Meng Jue Xiaomei to come and go. Reporter Song shouted at him one by one, and begged for herself with thick skin. If she refused, it would be too unkind. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "In fact, you don't have to ask me about this matter at all, as long as my husband agrees. You are friends, and you should do me a favor. You'd better discuss this matter with him!" After saying that, he walked to his bedroom.

"Thank you, Sister Long. You are so great!" Looking at the back of the little dragon girl, Song Xiyan stood up gratefully and bent down to bow and thanked.

"Ne Pan!"

Song Xiyan rushed to the kitchen and shouted before entering the house. Fortunately, she shouted outside. If she pushed the door directly into the room, she could just see the ** play of Nie Pan and Meng Juexiao...

Hearing Song Xiyan's shout, Nie Pan and Meng Juexiao, who were kissing, jumped, and their sticky lips hurriedly separated. Nie Pan's hand also pulled out of Meng Meimei's bra in a panic. Although the scenery inside was infinite, it was not elegant to be bumped...

Meng Juexiao's face turned red. When Song Xiyan came in, she lowered her head and pretended to clean up the table. In any case, she was also a girl from the village, and she was still a little shy in front of the third party.

"Why is Jue Xiao's face red? Is he caught a cold?" Song Xiyan stretched out her hand to probe her forehead.

"Well, I was criticized. I taught her to ask the guests about the taste before cooking. How can they decide the food of the guests according to their own subjectivity?" Nie Pan crossed his legs and lied.

When Meng Juexiao heard the words, he glanced at Nie Pan with his back to Song Xiyan, squeezed his nose, gritted his teeth, and pretended, "Yes... I know... I'll wash the dishes!"

"N Nie Pan, this is your fault. Jue Xiaoming is well-intentioned. Besides, even if she is your secretary, you are only your superiors and subordinates in the company. When you return home, she is your cousin. How can you scold Chue Xiao like a maid..."

While defending Meng Juexiao, Song Xiyan reached out and took off a watch from her wrist. She took Meng Juexiao's hand and was ready to put it on for her: "Today, I'm really grateful to my sister Jue Xiao's hospitality. I have to say that my watch was given by him when interviewing the boss of a real estate company, although It's not expensive, but it's worth thousands of yuan, so I'll give it to my sister..."

"Ah?" Meng Juexiao was really unexpected. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

When Nie Pan heard this, his face changed slightly and said with a serious face, "Xiyan, I have to talk about you. It's not good for you to always accept other people's things. In case you are caught, you will suffer..."

Song Xiyan shook her fingers to Nie Pan with an unfathomable look and said, "NO, NO... You're wrong. Don't worry about this. I have my own measure. I don't want a lot of things. Let me tell you a truth. As long as the person who is dedicated to giving gifts and bribery, his money is probably not right, and I can treat it as robbing the rich and helping the poor, and there are no unspoken rules in that industry? Do doctors and nurses in the hospital not accept red envelopes? Traffic police and policemen don't enrich themselves? Do the employees of the unit not use their positions for personal gain? Didn't that reporter ask for it? Now even the teachers who teach and educate people in the school have sharpened their heads to earn students' money. If I don't accept it, I may be suspected by them that I have secretly made a bad for them, but treat me as an enemy. Now the society is like this. If people are close to the inspection, there will be no friends, and if the water is clear, there will be no fish. Besides, the benefits I received are only a few left. What I like is basically returned to the society. I'll show you something..."

Song Xiyan walked back to the living room to pick up her backpack as she spoke.