Yuan Jing's face turned pale.

No! No! No!

Those women are even more terrifying than insects and beasts.

Yuan Jing struggled on the edge of life and death: "Master Marshal, can I refuse?"

Young Master Yan shook his head ruthlessly without thinking, "How can this work? I don't want to go if I don't."

As he said that, the young man raised his eyebrows, patted Yuan Jing on the shoulder, and looked at him with confidence: "Original Adjutant, you and my brother are like one. If you go, I will go."

Yuan Jingsheng had no hope of loving face: "Oh."

Don't think that if you say such words, I will be deceived by your purely disguised face.

This adjutant has seen through you!

snort!

Marshal's Mansion.

The dark night enveloped the entire sky.

Yan Tao sat lazily on the chair, with a round little animal around her feet.

The guy with black and white flowers is so fat and cute.

He was holding his little claws and rolling around in a ball.

The Q version of Xiao Qi turned into a human form, stepped on the top of the rolling head, trying to chop it down one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Humph, a stupid fat dumpling who competed for favor with her.

The handsome young man was wearing his slender legs casually on one place, and his white right hand was shaking his wine glass.

The wine in the glass was dizzy with stars. The boy lowered his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the shaking cup, and his dark eyes looked inexplicably.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, and a piece of nearly transparent ice crystal appeared between her fingers.

"It seems that it is his."

The boy's picturesque eyebrows and eyes were filled with a three-point coldness. The next second, he used no warning and gently crushed the ice crystal.

He stood up and threw himself onto the soft bed.

I turned over and rubbed against my own bed, squinted my eyes comfortably.

Well, her bed is indeed the most comfortable.

No dreams all night.

The sunlight in the early morning sprinkles into the room along the window.

It reflected on the young man's handsome white cheeks, and the golden light shone on his face, making him look like a god.

Feeling the dazzling sunlight, Yan Tao raised his hand to cover his eyes slightly, and then covered himself in the quilt.

Continue to sleep soundly.

"drop--"

"Ding ding ding-"

Xiaoqi knelt on the back of the rolling neck, and his chubby little hands grabbed its soft hair, "Master, it's Lord Yunkuo."

The lump on the bed pretended to be dead motionless.

Xiao Qi looked at the nose and nose, and repeated again: "Sir Yunkuo, I'll send you a message."

As he said that, he beeped again.

The sound was messy and loud, making Yan Tao's ears hurt.

He reached out with a snap, bent his fingers and bounced away.

"Okay, okay, I know."

The people from the Marshal's Mansion have long been used to the behavior of their marshals often being fucked.

Such a luxury as waking up early is simply impossible for Marshal Yan to take a long vacation.

Unless he has something important, of course.

Yan Tao washed up and changed into a pair.

With one hand in your pocket, you slowly sway out of the room.

On the other side, the butler, who had already been waiting at the end of the corridor, quickly came up.

"Honor, this is your breakfast."

When talking about the word breakfast, the butler paused clearly.

This is almost the same as lunch.

Yan Tao opened his mouth and yawned, and a blurred mist was covered with the beautiful peach blossom eyes. He walked and said in a brisk tone, "Is there nothing wrong today?"

The butler said, "Yes."
Chapter completed!