Chapter 918
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Then, Shen Wanqing heard 748 say, "I just detected that Sugar Daddy is not far in front of us."
Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows and stood up straight. She smiled and said, "Of course we won't go back. Bastard, turn on the GPS. Let's go find Yan Fan. "
"Yes." Shen Wanqing's answer was within 748's expectation. After Shen Wanqing finished speaking, 748 had already turned on the GPS in front of Shen Wanqing.
Following the directions given by the GPS, Shen Wanqing took a detour and arrived at a small, secluded room.
There was a scroll of words hanging on the wall outside, and there was only one word written on it, 'Zen'.
Before Shen Wanqing walked in, she suddenly saw Yan Fan, who was lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed.
The area of the courtyard was neither big nor small. A rocking chair with the color of wood was placed in the center of the courtyard. The young man lying on the rocking chair had a slender body and was wearing a ginger monk robe that was loose and loose.
His beautiful eyes were closed, and he was lying on the rocking chair in a casual posture, lazily basking in the sun.
She slowly took a step forward, but she didn't expect to step on a withered branch on the ground. She stepped on it and a crisp 'kacha' sound was heard.
Shen Wanqing's footsteps paused. She looked down at the dead branch that she stepped on, and then looked up at the young man lying on the rocking chair with his fingertips slightly moving. She sighed in annoyance.
Yan Fan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the lazy beauty slowly opened his confused eyes. What entered his eyes was the dazzling sunlight. Yan Fan squinted his narrow and bewitching eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Then, he slowly sat up with his palms on the rocking chair.
His black hair slid down from his shoulders and fell on his chest. The beauty's monk robes were messy, and his long, narrow eyes were beautiful and seductive. He lazily glanced to the side. When he saw that it was Shen Wanqing, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Then, Yan Fan got up from the rocking chair, and his thin and beautiful lips casually curved into a smile.
Yan Fan came over, put his palms together, and said with a chuckle, "This little monk greets Your Highness."
Shen Wanqing blinked. "You know my identity?"
"Today, I heard a few novice monks mention it. After thinking about it carefully, I can guess Your Highness's identity." Yan Fan explained slowly.
Yan Fan turned around and invited Shen Wanqing. "Since Your Highness is here, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea with this little monk."
Shen Wanqing nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble Master Yan Fan."
Hearing Shen Wanqing's greeting, Yan Fan walked up to her side, a faint smile appearing in his dark blue eyes. "It seems that Your Highness already knows about this little monk's embarrassing past. I've really made Your Highness laugh."
Shen Wanqing sat down and shook her head. "How can you say that it's an embarrassing incident? Just like what you said, Master Yan Fan, if people learn from me, they will fall into the devil's path. Everyone has their own views on Buddha, and everyone has their own way of treating Buddha. "
Yan Fan slowly curved his lips into a smile. He poured a cup of tea for Shen Wanqing. His gentle fingertips pushed the cup of tea in front of Shen Wanqing. "It's just a coarse tea. Your Highness, please don't dislike it."
The girl in front of him shook her head. "I won't dislike it."
She picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one breath. She had just walked around, and the sun was so bright that she had been thirsty for a long time.
After drinking, Shen Wanqing blinked blankly, and then met the young man's charming peach blossom eyes. Shen Wanqing coughed softly. "Good tea, good tea!"
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