My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"The deputy director is joking. You only look like you are in your thirties. How can you be old?"

While talking, Lu Zijia walked over slowly under the staring eyes of the deputy director.

After Lu Zijia stepped into the circle with both feet, the strange smile on the deputy director's face became brighter and brighter, making people look very strange and infiltrating.

"Hehe, little girl's mouth is so sweet."

The deputy director laughed happily, and once again stretched out the wrinkled and dry old hand to gesture to Lu Zijia, "Don't stand, sit down."

However, this time, Lu Zijia was no longer obedient, and still stood at a distance of about one meter.

"No, the floor is too dirty, so I won't sit."

Lu Zijia said it casually, but it had a different meaning in the ears of the deputy director, and a grimness flashed in her old eyes.

"Oh? It seems that the little girl is still clean."

The deputy director gradually restrained her smile. Her face that looked in her thirties seemed stiff and strange at the moment.

When Che Zhibing, who was standing at the door, saw this, he thought that Daoist Xuening was upset by Lu Zijia, and he was overjoyed. He took the opportunity to flatter and provoked, "Lu Zijia, you are too ignorant. Uncle Shi looks down on you. , is your blessing.

Uncle Shi is kind, but he was kind enough to let you sit down. You dare to refuse. I think you don't take my uncle in your eyes at all! "

The deputy director just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced in his behavior, which made Che Zhibing even more proud.

Lu Zijia saw the reaction of the two of them in his eyes, and only thought it was funny, and looked at Che Zhibing with a bit of drama.

"Since you think it's a blessing, then I'll give you my seat. Come, please take a seat!"

Lu Zijia turned slightly sideways, not at all angry, and smiled at him in a gesture of invitation.

Che Zhibing was naturally very happy about Lu Zijia's actions, but he couldn't show it, instead he pretended to be angry.

"Lu Zijia, don't think that your uncle is interested in you, and you are arrogant when you accept you as a disciple. Now that your uncle is letting you sit, you don't even listen to your uncle?"

Che Zhibing spoke righteously, as if he was angry with Taoist Xue Ning wholeheartedly.

Looking at Che Zhibing with greed and jealousy in his eyes, but with a righteous and awe-inspiring look on his face, Lu Zijia only felt that his acting skills were too clumsy.

Since it is going to be played, it should be real, at least the emotions in the eyes should be taken away, so that the hypocritical drama that can be seen through at a glance is really boring.

Lu Zijia shook his head and said helplessly, "I'm wrong, the deputy director is your uncle, not my uncle.

Moreover, I only promised to be a disciple, but I didn't say who's disciple.

So, why do I have to listen to your uncle? "

After speaking, Lu Zijia tilted her head, her innocent and beautiful face looked extremely innocent.

"you……!"

Che Zhibing was dumbfounded by what she said, and at the same time he was shocked and felt that Lu Zijia was too ignorant.

However, it would be good that Lu Zijia, this rubbish, did not agree to be the disciple of the uncle's room, so he could take the opportunity to provoke a few words and let the uncle continue to go according to the original plan.

After thinking about it like this, Che Zhibing was no longer annoyed.

Seeing that Che Zhibing was defeated and speechless, Lu Zijia ignored him and turned to look at the deputy director with a smile.