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Peilin happened to be in the bathroom as well. When she saw him, she snorted and turned away.

When Zhao Cheng saw her brushing her teeth and her cheeks bulging, he couldn't help but think of certain scenes and laughed.

Peilin turned her head and stared at him through the mirror. Thinking that he was laughing at her, she stomped hard on Zhao Cheng's instep.

"Ouch."

Zhao Cheng deliberately pretended to be in pain and jumped around holding his foot.

Peilin burst out laughing, and the white foam in her mouth splashed everywhere, especially at the corners of her mouth, where white liquid was flowing down.

Zhao Cheng pointed at her and smiled, showing an expression that showed he understood everything.

Peilin didn't react for a moment, until she saw herself in the mirror, then she glared at Zhao Cheng fiercely and reached out to wipe it off.

Zhao Cheng went over and hugged her, circulating the inner energy in his hands and pressing on her head.

Peilin felt a coolness in her head, and the morning grogginess disappeared.

Subconsciously, she leaned back on Zhao Cheng, thinking how nice it would be if Oppa was alone.

It’s all this bad guy’s fault. He reached back and grabbed the hard thing pressing against his buttocks and squeezed it hard.

Zhao Cheng shouted again in cooperation.

She then glared at him and said angrily, "Hmph! Bad boy!" Then she turned around and ran out.

Only then did Zhao Cheng leisurely squeeze out the toothpaste and brush his teeth, with his current physical condition and that rock-hard ability.

Not to mention Peilin's little hands, even if she was hit with a stick she wouldn't feel any pain.

In fact, there is no need to brush your teeth. Ever since I read Dimitri's report, I know that common germs can only survive for a very short time in my body.

Brushing your teeth has become a psychological activity.

After washing up, I went downstairs.

Peilin and Wan'en were sitting at the table eating bread.

Wan En saw that she blushed and lowered her head.

Peilin deliberately avoided looking at herself.

Zhao Cheng looked around and found Meijing collecting clothes that were drying in the yard.

Zhao Cheng sat at the table, picked up a piece of bread and ate it, but frowned as he looked at the coffee in the middle of the table.

The thing I am most uncomfortable with in Korea is probably drinking coffee in the morning.

This thing looks refreshing, but in fact it overdrafts your energy and is also somewhat addictive.

It’s better to let them not drink it if there is a chance in the future.

While eating the bread, his other hand shamelessly hugged Peilin's slender waist.

Peilin hesitated but finally did not object. Zhao Cheng felt relieved and started planning to put them together for the second time.

However, looking at Wan En who had an unnatural expression on her face, she felt that her sister-in-law could not be left out, and the family should be together.

Chapter 142 A Breeze Rising

There is a big church in the city where Meijing's family lives.

Zhao Cheng opened the passenger door and got out of the car, looking at the tall building.

The top of the church is a typical Gothic spire that reaches into the sky. The outer wall is made of simple bricks and stones, and the traces of time have left mottled marks on it.

Even though Zhao Cheng didn't have a good impression of the church, he still couldn't deny the vicissitudes and heaviness of the building before him.

There were many people coming to worship, and they came from all directions in an endless stream.

Zhao Cheng looked at the scene with emotion. It was no wonder that such influence could make it the second largest force in South Korea.

I just don’t know what the chaebols themselves think of these churches. I can ask Park Tae-yong in the future.

Next, Zhao Cheng and Meijing's family followed the crowd towards the church entrance, but the three girls' beautiful looks always attracted other people's attention.

The church door is wide enough to accommodate about 4 people.

On both sides stood two monks in gray-haired robes, who would say "Good morning" to the believers who came in one after another.

When they saw Meijing and the others, one of them's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Ms. Zhao, welcome. May God grant you peace."

Meijing smiled and nodded, then walked in with her family. The man just looked at Zhao Cheng in confusion, remembering that Ms. Zhao's son didn't look that energetic either.

As you step into the church, you will see rows of neatly arranged benches and stained glass windows that let in soft and mysterious light, making the interior look like a dream.

Under the dome, huge stone pillars support the top, and the tall dome seems to make the space more sacred.

The altar was decorated with exquisite crosses, candlesticks and flowers, and the air was filled with light incense, creating a peaceful and solemn atmosphere.

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but sigh as he watched the scene in front of him. Religious architecture is indeed very particular and its influence on people's hearts is subtle.

There were a few people sitting scattered in the two rows of seats in the front; those were the seats for the 'devout believers'.

Meijing and a few others walked over and sat down, looking at the altar with some confusion. Is today a special day? It feels much more grand.

Zhao Cheng didn't know this and looked around curiously.

The content of the worship service generally includes singing hymns, praying, reading scriptures, preaching, communion, dedication, confession and thanksgiving.

Zhao Cheng was already feeling bored when he started singing hymns. He was not a religious person and didn't even have a good impression of this sect.

I shouldn’t have come here earlier. I might as well practice Tai Chi instead.

I glanced at Peilin Wan'en next to me, and Meijing on the other side. They were both lip-syncing seriously. I listened carefully and realized that they were silent.

Peilin even had enough energy to glare at him. Zhao Cheng couldn't help but want to laugh. It was obvious that this family was just trying to get by.

What they didn't know was that at the side door in front of the church, several people were surrounding a person in the middle and watching the scene inside the church.

Looking at the magnificent scene in the church, the man in the middle praised: "Bishop Gao, your diocese is developing very well."

Bishop Gao is an old man with gray hair, a simple face and many wrinkles on his face, but he is in good spirits.

Hearing the archbishop's praise, he bowed slightly and said, "It is all the Lord's blessing and guidance. I only played a small role."

The Archbishop was a young man who looked young, with ginger hair and a handsome face.

At this time, he pointed to Meijing's seat in the front row and asked:

"The whole family looks very young, why are they sitting there?"

Bishop Gao looked in the direction of his finger, frowned slightly and then relaxed, and quickly introduced:

"The one on the far left is their mother, Zhao Meijing, who donates a lot to the church every year. If she wasn't so low-key, she could actually sit in the first row."

After Bishop Gao finished his introduction, he sighed in his heart. It seemed that his diocese would lose this donation.

After all, everyone is very clear about the style of the young man in front of them. Sure enough, they heard the young man say:

"Such devout believers need more love from the Lord. Let them attend the Grace Canon after some time."

Bishop Gao was stunned and asked tentatively:

"Although they have been making donations, they are not considered monks yet. Do we need to examine them further?"

The Canon of Grace is a special activity in the church. It is a ceremony held specifically for viewing a holy relic. Usually only bishops and above or devout monks who have practiced asceticism for many years can participate.

Although the person in front of him has a bad reputation, he would not dare to joke about the Holy Scripture of Grace and Honor.

The young man was a little impatient and pointed his finger upwards: "No, this is the Lord's will, we just need to obey."

I don't know what's wrong with the old man these days. He insists on making me choose a bunch of young and beautiful women to pray in front of the holy relics.

He also kept talking about some mysterious nonsense like divine revelation and the coming of a great era.

It is said that the thing has been there for thousands of years. How could it still be alive?

Because of this, my reputation has been ruined.

However, I don't want to refuse this bad reputation.

The young man stared at Meijing and the others and swallowed his saliva. This level was really rare.

After attending the Holy Ceremony of Grace and Glory, you can do whatever you want. The old man won’t care at all.

Bishop Gao observed his expression. Although he didn't know why they were able to attend the Holy Ceremony of Grace, it was obvious that this family was going to be in trouble.

She sighed in her heart. Even with the so-called protection of the church, her family's good luck had run out after so many years.

Bishop Gao knew in his heart that in front of these real big shots, a diocesan bishop was nothing.

Zhao Cheng didn't know any of this and was now participating in the prayer out of boredom.

But Peilin's whispered prayer almost made him laugh out loud:

"Lord, let Oppa have only me... No, count my mom, uh... and Haiyun... No, just these current girlfriends, don't add any more, especially my sister, let her fend for herself."

Wan En, who was sitting next to her, turned pale with anger and reached out to pinch her thigh hard.

Meijing on the other side didn't hear anything at all. She closed her eyes and moved her lips, but no one knew what she was praying for.

Peilin felt pain and stopped praying. She clasped her hands together, lowered her head and pretended to pray.

In fact, they were very bored every week, but today with Zhao Cheng around, they both seemed to be a little more lively.

The remaining Bible reading and sermons became increasingly boring.

The beauty technique in Zhao Cheng's body was spinning so fast that it was almost smoking. He used all his strength to operate it, and he only felt a slight soreness and itchiness all over his body. It was obvious that he was making subtle adjustments.

Finally, it was time for the donation. Several people stood up and walked to where the donations were to be made.

There was not only a donation box there, but also a QR code next to it.

Meijing scanned a QR code, and Zhao Cheng watched as she donated nearly 2 million won.

Zhao Cheng converted it in his mind and realized it was almost 100 million RMB. It was really worth spending money to ensure safety.

It is no wonder that Meijing's family only maintains superficial respect. Anyone would feel bad if they donated most of their income every year.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Xiao Wang for the reward.

Last update, it’s a bit late today.

This chapter was quite difficult to write, mainly because it was difficult to describe the feeling of activities within the church, and I looked up a lot of information.

Even so, I still feel that it is not good enough. I will slowly correct it in the future.

Chapter 143 Meeting

After donating the money, the four of them walked out of the church together.

In the square outside the church, some people left directly, while others gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

When Zhao Cheng and his group appeared at the church door, almost everyone looked over.

Meijing was wearing a loose beige knitted suspender dress with a narrow waist today, and a knitted sweater of the same style on top.

But even though the clothes are relatively loose, her chest is still pushed up high, and the full moon-shaped buttocks at the back make the dress look extremely full.

Even Zhao Cheng, who had seen her several times, would occasionally look at the waves that trembled with her steps.

Peilin was dressed like a young beauty, wearing black denim shorts and black over-the-knee stockings that were pulled up to her thighs, revealing only part of her fair skin, which was very suggestive.

She wore a white base shirt on her upper body, but after the Yijing marrow cleansing, the shirt obviously didn't fit her well and was stretched to the point of almost bursting.

She put on a white coat and walked beside Zhao Cheng, occasionally holding his hand and pressing her youthful and hot body against Zhao Cheng without any scruples.

As for Wan En, she was simply wearing a pair of light-colored jeans and a long-sleeved light blue T-shirt, but even so, her hot body inherited from her mother was still eye-catching.

Zhao Cheng didn't feel it obviously when he entered the church before, but now he felt it when he walked down the high steps in front of the church door.

He just felt like the center of attention, which made him, as he was used to keeping a low profile, extremely uncomfortable.

However, Zhao Cheng still underestimated his own appearance. Most of the women in the square looked at him.

After all, his handsome face as if carved by a knife and an axe, his height of more than 1 meters, his broad and thick chest, and his strong muscles inadvertently revealed by his shirt, almost made some young women's eyes light up.

Meijing and her family seemed to have long been accustomed to such gazes and walked down the stairs calmly.