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Chapter 47 Sir, do you have someone you like?

Chen An bent down and picked up the book on the ground.

A small voice came.

"Sir, do you have someone you like?"

Chen An put the book back in Luo Cong'an's hand and smiled.

"Don't think too much, I have already refused."

After getting the answer she wanted, the girl visibly regained her strength.

She took her husband's hand in both hands, put it on her face and rubbed it.

"Sir, if this happens again in the future, can you discuss it with An An first?"

Chen An was startled, then nodded.

"Of course, I have no family in this world, and Cong'an is my only family. If I don't discuss it with you, who should I discuss it with?"

Hearing this, Luo Congan's eyebrows curled up, and he felt in his heart that it was a bit sweeter than eating the sweetest candied fruit in the world.

There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Then it's agreed, but you can't hide it from me."

"Sir's future wife must pass my test."

Chen An responded slightly perfunctorily because he had never thought about getting married.

If nothing happens, he won't live long in this world, so there is no need to delay others.

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Spring passed and autumn came, and three years passed in a flash.

This year, Luo Congan turned eleven.

Her hair is getting longer and longer, almost falling to her waist. It is very difficult for one person to take care of it.

"So, is this why you let me comb your hair every day?"

Sitting in the girl's room, Chen An held a wooden comb and gently helped her take care of her frizzy hair.

In front of them was a dark red dressing table with a bronze mirror placed on it, reflecting the girl's increasingly delicate and lovely appearance.

Her skin is so delicate and smooth that it can be broken by blowing without any flaws.

The corners of Luo Cong'an's mouth raised slightly, and she hummed, her slender calves swaying in the air.

"No matter what, it's all of your own free will, sir."

In the past three years of getting along with Chen An, Luo Cong'an has completely let go of himself. Not only has his personality become more lively and cute, but he can even act like a spoiled child as easily as eating and drinking.

She is completely different from the stinky little beggar hiding in a dark corner now.

Chen An smiled and didn't argue with her.

After taking care of the girl's long hair, he couldn't help but twist a handful with his fingertips and rub it carefully.

"Don't tell me, your hair quality is the only one I've ever seen in my life."

Chen An did not hesitate to praise him.

Luo Cong'an's eyebrows curled up, and she leaned back, her whole body sinking into her husband's arms.

This is her favorite position when she is with her husband.

The tip of my nose is lingering, full of the smell of Mr.

Clean and clear, refreshing and refreshing, it exudes a pleasant smell from the inside out, like the rain on an autumn night, which makes people want to get closer and take a deep breath.

After waiting for a while, Luo Cong'an seemed to suddenly think of something. She straightened up and rummaged through the cabinet to find a stack of yellowed rice paper.

She laid the rice paper flat on the dressing table, spread it out carefully, then pointed to the words written on it, tilted her head and asked, "Sir, is this a poem you wrote?"

Chen Anben was staring out the window in a daze. When he heard the inquiry, he turned his head.

When he saw the rice paper on the stage, he looked stunned, and then said: "I wrote it, but I didn't create it."

Poetry is a good thing. Often when he is quiet, Chen An will pick up his pen and write something casually.

He pinched the girl's cheek and said with a smile: "Okay, luckily I was looking for it in the study for a long time. I thought it was blown away by the wind, but I didn't expect it to be here with you."

Luo Cong'an chuckled, picked up the rice paper, and leaned into her husband's arms in the same posture as before.

"Sir, please tell me..."

Over the years, under Chen An's tireless teaching, Luo Cong'an has basically escaped from the category of illiteracy, and can also feel the charm of writing.

<divclass="contentadv">Therefore, she was particularly interested in the poems written by her husband.

In other words, she is very interested in anything related to her husband.

Chen An did everything she wanted.

"Don't tell me, I also have this idea, but I keep forgetting it recently."

"This man is old and forgets things easily."

When Luo Cong'an heard this, he pouted unhappily, "Sir, you are not old."

Chen An smiled and did not refute.

He stretched out his fingers and started reading with Luo Cong'an.

"The first song..."

"Who thinks that the west wind is alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting off the setting sun..."

Chen An's reciting of poems was quickly interrupted by Luo Cong'an. She hurriedly changed the position of the rice paper and took out the bottom one.

"Okay, okay, sir, I want to hear this, shall we read this?"

She pointed to the words on the rice paper with a smile on her face.

Compared to the first poem, she liked the simple and straightforward meaning of this one better.

Even though he was interrupted, Chen An remained calm.

His patience has always been good.

He followed the girl's fingers and muttered softly: "The car is far away and the horse is looking forward to it. You travel from east to west and back to the east, and you fly hard to chase the west wind."

Thinking of this, Luo Cong'an, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly opened his mouth to answer.

"May I be like the star king like the moon, and the night and night flow bright and clean."

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The morning passed quickly. Chen An and Luo Cong'an had lunch. He thought about it and said, "Do you want to go to a private school?"

This idea was not something Chen An suddenly thought of, but he had already considered it many times.

Mainly because Luo Congan usually stayed with him and didn't have contact with his peers for too long. He was a little worried about Luo Congan's physical and mental health.

So after thinking about it again and again, I asked this question.

The private school was organized under the leadership of the city lord's palace. Most of the people inside were children of the big families in the city. It was heavily guarded and nothing could happen.

Of course, the most important thing is that Chen An works in the private school. Even if something happens to Luo Cong'an, he can arrive as soon as possible.

"Is it really possible?"

Luo Congan's eyes lit up. She didn't want to go to private school, she just wanted to stay with her husband for as long as possible.

But when Chen An saw her, he obviously misunderstood her meaning and thought that she had been depressed for a long time and was eager to go out and make new friends.

So Chen An nodded, "Of course, I should have told you earlier..."

He felt a little guilty, feeling that he had not fulfilled the responsibilities of a guardian.

That afternoon, Chen An came to the city lord's mansion.

The city lord's surname is Ma. He is a slightly fat middle-aged man with a plump figure.

When Chen An found him, City Master Ma was playing chess with others in the study.

What surprised Chen An was that the person playing chess with City Master Ma was actually his classmate Li Ye who had come to visit him before.

There were black and white on the chessboard, and two big dragons were entangled together. Chen An took a casual look and saw that the white chess piece was very difficult to work with and would probably have to be sent.

The person holding the white chess piece is none other than the Lord of Horse.

He suddenly looked up and saw Chen An walking in, looking a little surprised.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

His fat belly pushed up, and the entire chessboard was tipped over "accidentally".