"It's just that this major is not suitable."

Song Lingfeng: "If you think it's not good, I'll change the candidate immediately."

Young Master Yan's eyes were still on the information, and he casually raised his hand: "No need, this is pretty good."

Just a little stupid.

To commit suicide in order to break up?

Young Master Yan rubbed his chin and thought seriously: Should she make herself a little more haggard?

After all, Yiya looks the same, but this is really different.

Thoughts affect temperament.

Yi Ya is cynical. His eyes always look at others with alienation and indifference, and even three points of irony and grudge like a hedgehog.

Even though his appearance is good, his temperament makes people subconsciously want to alienate and stay away from him.

"Marson, the time is almost over."

Yan Tao put down the information with a smile and turned around and headed into the room.

Facing the mirror and putting on makeup.

It took about five minutes to touch her before she walked out of the room again.

The mask was pulled to the chin.

The eyes were still dark, and the peach blossom eyes were stretched three points longer, making them look narrower and deeper.

Song Lingfeng quickly stood up and compared Yan Tao with Yi Ya in the photo.

After repeated comparisons, we came to the conclusion: "It's exactly the same."

"That's good."

Yan Tao casually pulled up his mask, covering most of his face, and moved his long legs to the outsider: "Let's go."

Song Lingfeng followed her, and the two hurried out of the hotel.

As soon as I went out, I saw Song Qihai who was dragged over by Song Lingfeng's subordinates.

Young Master Song looked reluctant. When he saw his uncle, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Uncle! Why are you catching me here again?!"

He was having a good meal there, and before he could eat a few bites, he was directly criticized by someone!

Song Lingfeng reached out and grabbed Song Qihai's shoulder and buckled directly in front of Yan Tao. His chubby face turned into a flower: "It just so happens that my nephew is the same age as you. This time, the fleet selection is just right for him to accompany you."

Song Lingfeng naturally has his own little abacus.

A seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.

If Song Qihai could join Yan Tao into the fleet, would he still have to worry about his future future?!

"What??! Fleet Trials?"

Song Qihai struggled, madly trying to get rid of Song Qihai's right hand: "I don't want to go."

He is a good master, and he eats delicious food and drinks spicy food. He plays whatever he wants and goes wherever he wants.

Once you enter the fleet, you will have to be controlled by others.

My brain is sick!

What is the purpose of defending the country and making achievements? He does not have such lofty ideals.

Let him sit and eat and wait for death.

Song Lingfeng smiled and didn't smile. He used his right hand to force him, and actually mentioned the young man Song Qihai to mid-air: "Go... or not?"

Song Lingfeng is a truly veteran who has been on the battlefield and has experienced many battles.

Even though, he usually smiles like a Maitreya Buddha.

Once the terrifying cold aura is emitted, ordinary people cannot bear it at all.

Not to mention Song Qihai, the pampered eldest son who lives a luxurious life.

He became timid in an instant and barely showed his uncle a flattering smile: "Go, uncle said I'll go!"

However, whether he can choose or not is not up to him to decide...

Song Lingfeng said coldly: "If you are sent back and lose my face, I will send you to the border of the empire to be a border guard."

Song Qihai's hand shook.
Chapter completed!