I thought I was a typical engineering man who was a nerd and nerd, but he was so handsome?!

Is it completely beyond expectations?!

Yan Tao saw that several students were looking at him, lazily raised his fingers and pulled open the broken hair scattered on his forehead, and smiled gently, "Goodbye."

The voices of male and female are undistinguished, with a gentle smile, accompanied by the faint mellow fragrance of plum blossoms boiling wine in the snow, slowly drifting into their ears, drunk with the spring breeze.

Drunk in my heart.

The girls felt their throats hoarse in an instant, and they were speechless by the nice voices.

He tried hard to maintain his reserve on his face, but his nervous voice and blushing face had completely betrayed them, "Goodbye."

The boys had no expression on their faces: Isn’t it just that they are more handsome or smarter?

snort!

It must have been plastic surgery.

The professors were still immersed in the sea of ​​learning at this moment. Yan Tao glanced at their backs, and his slender fingers stood in the center of his lips through the mask, and his eyes signaled to the students: Don't tell them.

She has to sneak away.

The girls were buried in their hearts with a little excitement, nodding wildly, paying attention to not making any sound, and stood silently at the original Yantao Station, blocking the professors.

When the boy saw him, he curled his mouth: Why didn’t you ever see me so friendly to me?

Young Master Yan smiled faintly and left.

Xiaoqi: Master, Dou Tinglao sent a woman to the construction site.

Young Master Yan's steps did not stop, and he continued to sway forward leisurely, laughing quietly.

[My obligation has been fulfilled. They want to die, so they can go there.]

Xiaoqi: But...that thing on the construction site?

[No need to worry about it.]

Yan Tao's handsome face was filled with a cold smile, and a little sarcastic look appeared in his eyes, but it flashed in just three seconds.

I returned to my old leisurely and luxurious life. My long legs were wrapped in black trousers, wandering leisurely through the streets, bought a few special snacks from the imperial capital, took photos - sent.

[drop……]

Qin Zong's cell phone rang.

In the interrogation room with bloody smell.

There were seven or eight bloody people hanging in front of the man. He stood in a dark circle, his military uniform as cold as ice, and the frost and coldness of early autumn.

The phone rang, Qin Zonghan glanced at the eyes, but did not pick it up, but just spoke lightly, "Continue with the question just now, and give you three numbers to answer."

The man gritted his teeth, and the pain and pain he was suffering made his muscles tremble uncontrollably, but he still bit his bloody mouth and did not open his mouth.

Qin Zong's emotions were cold and cold as the ice sea that had been covered with dust for thousands of years. The eyes that fell on their faces were so silent that they were not angry at all. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked!

The legs are so strong that they are like thunder!

The force of ten thousand pounds stepped on the man's chest. The huge pain caused him to shrink, curled up into the shape of shrimps, with his waist against the wall, and sneered with blood in his mouth, "It's better to meet him than to be famous. The cold king of Yan in China is indeed powerful enough!"

He could actually follow the destroyed Qing Gang master and peel off the cocoon and find them along the drug passage.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, "What you want to know will only rot in my stomach forever! You are waiting to feel the heartache and powerlessness of Chinese addicts everywhere! Hahahaha!"

Who told you to run so fast?
Chapter completed!