Grandpa Gran looked at the people who were half-crowded in the room, frowned slightly, and tapped his cane lightly, "Get down!"
The entourage bowed their heads and walked out.
Berg lost the protective wall formed by his entourage, and took a few steps back cowardly, trying to get further away from the two men in front.
And as the followers left, Zhan Wuyou and the two who had been blocked by the human wall gradually revealed their figures.
Seeing that the matter was coming to an end, Zhan Wuyou squatted at Yan Qing's feet and whispered concern, "Is it better? The hypotension needs to be recuperated."
"It's much better, let's go." When Yan Qing got up, she took advantage of the opportunity to pull Zhan Wuyou up.
The two walked to the door hand in hand. An old hand grabbed Yan Qing's wrist with a bit of shock.
The old man's expression was a little excited, "What's your relationship with Yan Zhengming?"
Yan Qing was much taller than Master Gran. When she looked down at him, her eyes were downcast with a little sharpness, "That's my grandfather."
"... like... really like." He hadn't dreamed of such a gaze for a long time.
The old man's gaze was heavy on Yan Qing, his eyes were a little straight, as if he was looking at some old friend through him, and his solemn voice became erratic, "You are very similar to him."
Yan Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Leaning down a bit, staring at the old man's loose eyelids, he asked softly, "Do you look more like Uncle, or me?"
The old man looked nostalgic, "You look more like me."
Yan Qing smiled and took Master Gran away and took his hand, "Master's hand is too long. Or is it more fulfilling to take care of other people's housework?"
"Housework?" Mr. Gran was stunned, and then his face turned ugly, "Yan is not the only child."
"Oh?" Yan Qing raised her eyebrows, "You didn't check?"
The old man opened his mouth.
He really didn't verify that Yan's character couldn't teach a bad guy.
It never occurred to him that the kid could lie.
More importantly, the evidence given by the child is also very strong. His name is the only one on the only-child certificate. Yan Qing's existence is described by him as a little white-eyed wolf adopted by the old man in his later years. He inflated his ambition, and made an irresistible act of robbing the head of the Yan family and driving him out of the country.
The old man looked old, but his memory was good. When Yan Qing finished repeating what Uncle Yan said, Yan Qing sneered, "I'm not serious about things, my ears are too soft, and I like to meddle in other people's business. You are old, you should retire."
Berg swallowed while listening. How dare this handsome man talk to grandpa like that...
But the appearance of saying these words is so damn handsome, I want to sleep.
Zhan Wuyou's enemy radar instantly caught his obscene gaze.
In a corner where no one could see, Zhan Wuyou lowered his face and fisted at him.
Berg saw it, and tightened his neck in fear.
The villain in my heart also jumped vigorously at the same time, and then rubbed his hair hard!
Hold! This is it. One second he was obedient, harmless and weak, but the next second he can be so domineering and overbearing! He likes this kind of touch! sleepy! !
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The old man put both hands on the crutches, and he was not angry because of Yan Qing's rude words.
He looked nostalgic, "The temper is similar." Then he sighed deeply, and promised, "It seems that the child has done a lot of bad things by pulling the flag of the Gran family. Don't worry, I will give you a fair sentence." .”
Yan Qing took a look at him, and suddenly pointed out, "Does Grandpa know?"
The old man tightened his hand holding the cane, and then slowly shook his head.
Yan Qing sneered. Act as the last syllable for the two to end their chat.
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On the way home, Zhan Wuyou leaned into Yan Shen's ear and whispered, "You just said that the old man of the Gran's family, does it mean that he likes your grandpa?"
Yan Qing was not very interested, "Maybe?"
This sentence is obviously polite.
The appearance of Grandpa Grande is clearly a jpg dedicated to the classic white moonlight.
This melon really has a long history.
Zhan Wuyou tasted the product, and couldn't help stretching, "So your uncle is a substitute?"
Yan Qing pulled his brain back to normal, "Uncle looks like grandma."
Zhan Wuyou made a 'tsk' sound, and the melon in his hand suddenly tasted bad.
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The chat between the two of them stopped, and Wu Xinjing coughed in front, indicating that I was about to speak.
"Why did you get into a fight with little Berg?" Wu Xinjing put on the patriarch's questioning mode before speaking, but his opening turned into a gentle questioning.
Zhan Wuyou shook his neck from side to side a few times, making a crisp bone sound, "He invited us over. He wanted to sleep with us both at the first sentence."
Wu Xinjing's face darkened. In his class, all he met were elite monsters in gentleman's skin. Even if they get angry again, they still hold their demeanor very well, with a smile on their faces, and they will look for an opportunity to stab you again.
It's been a long time since he heard such a goddam style of falling asleep as soon as he opened his mouth.
So he murmured, and said to the driver, "Cut his middle leg off."
The driver said calmly, "Yes, master."
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The title 'Master' made Zhan Wuyou's eyes shine. He glanced at Yan Qing with a smile, and gently rubbed his left foot on his calf.
Yan Qing held down his restless left foot, breathing heavily.
The title 'Master' is already a special word for a certain exercise on the bed. It's just that before Zhan Wuyou went abroad, he was banned from going to bed for a certain amount of various sports.
On the first night after arriving in Country X, she began to flirt with him.
Yan Qing pushed the person aside.
Yan Qing pushed, and Zhan Wuyou squeezed in, and took off his hand that was pressing on his leg.
Seeing him looking over, he immediately gave him a sweet smile, and rubbed his feet up again.
As a young man with a normal physiology, Yan Qing can't afford to offend her, she can hide from her.
He moved to the left.
Zhan Wuyou moved along with Yan Qing like a piece of sticky candy, his little feet scraped lightly on his calf slowly.
After scraping it twice, I think it is really inconvenient to have shoes on my feet.
Relying on Wu Xinjing to sit in the co-pilot, he took off his shoes, climbed up nimbly with his left foot, tapped the back of Yan Qing's hand restlessly with his fingers, and set fires everywhere.
Yan Qing couldn't hold back this time, and held his hand a little smaller than her backhand.
Zhan Wuyou was still smiling at him, looking confident.
Yan Qing made a mouth shape, "You fit me." After finishing speaking, she lifted her foot and kicked the shoe that Wuyou took off a little farther away.
The car was covered with a layer of soft floor mats, and the shoes flew up slightly, landing on the floor mats without any sound.
Zhan Wuyou didn't expect that Yan Qing would dare to kick his shoe, before he could attack, Yan Qing leaned close to Zhan Wuyou's ear, and whispered in a voice that could be heard by both of them, "Keep making trouble, fuck you. "
Zhan Wuyou's ears went numb, and for a moment he wanted to say, don't just move your mouth but don't move your hands. But reason made him put his foot down obediently. Leaving him slowly, obediently went to take back the shoes kicked against the door and put them on.
Yan Qing watched him finally calm down, resting her head on the leather cushion.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced down at the place where he had already stood up, and sighed softly.
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The news that Wu Xinjing's little nephew beat up the king's future brother-in-law on the first day he came to Country X flew to the ears of all the competitors as if he had grown wings.
Dade, one of the candidates, chose one day to go to Joan's manor.
The two strike up a conversation in Joan's lovingly-tended rose garden.
Dade has golden-brown hair, a tall and strong body, and his body is extremely hairy. Even though he was wearing a shirt and trousers, there were unyielding light golden hairs protruding from the collar and cuffs.
"Cooperate?" Dade cut to the chase.
Joan swept across his exposed body hair in distaste, and looked at the rose garden out of sight. He took a sip of black tea and said with a smile, "Dear Dade, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Dade snorted and said, "Don't you want the throne?"
Joan sneered in her heart, with an unfathomable expression on her face.
Dade looked at his pretendingly calm face, thinking that he had hit on Joan's mind, he laughed loudly, and sent out the first flag, "No one in the world can refuse the throne."
Joan's sneer drew closer. When it escaped from the corner of his lips, it turned into a sarcastic smile.
Unfortunately, he really didn't want the throne.
But in the face of Dade, who has a one-third chance of being in the top position, he made a look of agreement, "You are right, so let's talk about the cooperation details?"
Dade's eyes lit up, and he issued a second flag, "Trust me, we'll have a good chat in a while."
[The author has something to say]: Joan: I just want to keep my wife in the top position. Are you a ball? Hairy monster!