“Woo—”
Yu Xiang hummed and hummed like a train, and then burst into tears when it was over.
He had originally bought a plane ticket for Guagua to return home on the last day of his college entrance exam, but on the day of his departure, he was in such a hurry when he went downstairs from his residence that he didn't pay attention and fell all the way down. His forehead and face were bruised, but his foot was swollen and affected his ability to walk.
So he is still abroad now.
He wanted to contact Gua Gua on the day he fell, and the people here followed his brother's instructions and confiscated all his electronic products. Today, they returned his phone and tablet to him after his injuries improved.
Who knows…
Who knows!
His Gua Gua has a puppy!
What about his brother
My future sister-in-law has grown wings and flown away.
Yu Xiang felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. He held the tablet and screamed louder and louder, until the screen was covered with a puddle of water.
Jiaobai took off the other earphone as well.
I can't stand it. Li Jue is also a crybaby made of water. He sobs quietly, sobs escape his trembling lips, or simply sheds silent tears.
As for Yu Xiang, his voice was continuous, high-decibel, thin and sharp.
"Why is your brother crying suddenly?"
A questioning voice sounded above his head, Jiaobai turned his head unconsciously, and his head hurt. He covered the place where he was hit, and stared at the old pervert next to him speechlessly.
Just be in the camera, why are you getting so close
Qi Yilao's arms were still on the back of the chair. The young man was originally facing the screen of his mobile phone, but now he was face to face with him, with a little physiological redness at the corners of his eyes.
It's like a dot of red ink on a piece of white silk, a damp, light color.
"The action of force is mutual." Qi Yiliao said helplessly, "You are in pain, and uncle is in pain too."
Jiaobai rolled his eyes. His hand covering his head was taken away, and a palm was placed on him, which felt dry and warm, rubbing the painful part of his head.
Before Jiaobai could even think about feeling awkward, he was distracted by Qi Yiliao's question, "How many days will this rain last? Do you have any ideas for traveling?"
"No idea." Jiaobai looked at the friend list on the account.
At first glance, there was only a cat on the line. The bloodstains had completely disappeared at some point, not a drop could be seen, as if they had never appeared. The neck was still broken abruptly, and the arc of the crack was shrinking.
Its fur is all white, shiny and fluffy, and you'll want to rub it at first sight.
The cat's golden pupils were round, its ears were erect, and a purring sound came from its throat.
But its master's activity level did not change, as if it was solidified.
The wild rice stared at it coldly. Happy, right? How about activity? What does that mean
The cat wagged its tail at him.
Jiaobai couldn't figure it out, and he was so angry that he opened the cat's hand with a snap: "Alright, stop rubbing me."
The atmosphere suddenly changed from warm to solemn.
Jiao Bai didn't observe Qi Yilao's expression, he was looking at his activity. Cooperating with reading and chanting, being a good student who loves to study, didn't increase, and provoking and counterattacking, didn't increase either. It's really fucking weird.
It turned out that his rank was not high enough, and the timing for him to enter Lan Mo Mansion was not right. He should wait a little longer.
The corners of Jiaobai's mouth drooped, and he looked depressed.
"Meow"
The cat suddenly called out to him. The nobleman had a cold face and the call was quite soft.
Jiaobai snorted coldly with a heart of stone, "Do you think that just because you yell at me casually, I will... Damn it."
Activity increased.
2.
Damn, it’s just this little, not even enough to fill the gaps between teeth, but Jiaobai was so happy.
"Why do you look grim and angry one moment, and laugh with shaking legs the next?" Qi Yiliao frowned, his tone full of concern for an elder. "I'll call a doctor to come and check if you have any brain damage."
Wild rice: “…”
On the other side of the video, Yu Xiang, who had witnessed the whole process, stopped screaming. He drooped his eyelashes, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the keyboard vigorously under the table to send a message.
The force was so strong that the nail bent inward with every poke, and the phone vibrated.
-Yu Ling! Your chance to be a dog is gone!!! It’s completely gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dongcheng Cen Family
Yu Ling had just finished attending an internal meeting. He was kept by Cen Jingmo to listen to him and a few of his confidants discussing the situation in the two cities of Nanxi.
Yu Ling doesn't understand this aspect and he doesn't know how to do business.
Yu Ling removed the black bandage on his wrist and shook off the fine dust that had seeped in.
Wu Yue, who was standing next to him, leaned towards him, put her hands to her mouth, and whispered, "Brother Ling, you must have used this bandage for a long time."
Yu Ling's elbows were resting on his military pants, faintly revealing the lines of his muscles, which were strong and vigorous, full of pure and resolute masculine hormones.
"Isn't it time to change it? I have new ones." Wu Yue's eyes fell on the old scar on the man's left lower jaw. He was better at fighting and shooting than her, more manly, and his appearance also met her aesthetic standards. It was really rare. She showed the greatest friendliness, "How about I get you a few?"
Yu Ling's dry lips moved slightly: "No change."
Wu Yue, who was born with the delicate and sensitive advantage of women in certain aspects, asked tentatively: "A token of love?"
Yu Ling's thick Adam's apple rolled and he remained silent.
Wu Yue raised her heroic eyebrows. If a man like this had someone in his heart, he would have given his life and loyalty to her. She sat back tactfully.
Yu Ling re-bandaged the bandage, and he and Cen Jingmo were the only ones left in the study. He took out his silent cell phone and checked the message from his brother, with no emotion on his face.
He just held the phone a little harder.
"Captain Yu, you've been working hard recently." Cen Jingmo was wearing a blue silk shirt, his white hair stuck to his collar, his lips were rosy and his teeth were white. He looked like a pampered crown prince, or a new emperor who ascended to the throne by stepping on the corpses of his brothers and relatives.
Yu Ling put his cell phone back into his military pants pocket, leaned back on the chair with his broad shoulders and back, and did not respond politely.
The "request" that the prince originally put forward was that he should come to the Cen family for emergency assistance and stay for only one and a half months, and he could leave or stay after the new year as he pleased.
But after the New Year, one month passed, two months passed... and now it is June.
If Yu Ling really wanted to leave, he was sure he could leave alive. He was still in the Cen family and didn't want to leave for the time being.
Cen Jingmo has almost taken control of the Cen family recently, and the forces he has cultivated will begin to be exposed to the outside world. Newly appointed, young, even if he is a weakling, he can't hide his edge. He is more aggressive and ambitious than the rulers of other territories who have been in power for many years.
The young man is in West City.
Maybe he would be taken to South City by force.
With him here, he can get in touch with some of the Cen family's plans, and maybe he can be of some help.
If the young man wants to stay away from that group of people, he can...
A chuckle interrupted Yu Ling's thoughts. When he looked over, Cen Jingmo handed him a bag of information: "Mr. Jiao is really an amazing person."
The information bag fell into Yu Ling's hands, and he shook it out, revealing the papers and photos inside. He looked at the photos first.
Only one.
It was a tall and thin figure wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School. He had his hands in his pockets, his white sneakers stepping on the fallen leaves, and he strode forward lazily, with the setting sun behind him.
People who take photos pay attention to composition and color matching.
Although the expression in the person's eyes in the photo was not fully captured, it was about 50% accurate.
The young man's eyes were facing the camera. He knew someone was secretly photographing him, and he was very perceptive.
Yu Ling was not surprised, as he had seen it before in the old house.
After looking at the photos, Yu Ling began to look through the information.
There was a knock on the door outside the study, and two guards came in, pressing one of them. They used to be colleagues, but now they are enemies.
This is a very normal phenomenon in the Cen family. There are always people from other family forces among the followers around him. If you catch one, there are still some hidden ones.
"Hey, this is the third one this month."
Cen Jingmo took the black gloves handed to him by Wu Yue and put them on one by one, covering his even white fingers that were suitable for holding a pen. His elegant and noble temperament faded a little, and gained a few fresh smells of blood, making him look both gloomy and perverse.
Cen Jingmo held the gun in his gloved hands and closed his eyes.
I don't want to see the evil in the world.
The guards kept begging for mercy: "Prince, please spare my life. I was forced to do this. My wife is going to give birth in two months..."
"Bang"
A muffled sound exploded from his throat, splashing a ball of blood.
A sturdy body fell backwards, his eyes bulging and blood gushing out of the hole in his neck.
Stained the expensive carpet.
"Change the carpet." Cen Jingmo returned the gun to Wu Yue. He took off his gloves and walked over to Yu Ling. "Haven't you finished reading yet?"
Yu Ling's thoughts were immersed in the information.
The main part of "Tianxing" A was pressed against his collarbone, rising and falling slightly with his suppressed breathing.
"The wife of the former chairman of the Shen Corporation, the one whom President Qi wanted to kill as soon as possible, a classmate of Young Master Shen, the current half-master of the Qi family, a close friend and benefactor of Young Master Shen, and the enemy of the second young master of the Chu family who was so angry about his beloved that he risked his life for her." Cen Jingmo's phoenix eyes swayed slightly, "How interesting."
Yu Ling flipped through the documents carefully, his brows furrowed the whole time.
Cen Jingmo sat back in the upper seat, crossed his hands and placed them on his chin: "If I had time, I would have wanted to have some contact with Mr. Jiao."
Yu Ling held the documents and looked up, his eyes dark.
"Last year, after our conversation in the car, I became curious about Mr. Jiao. Now..." Cen Jingmo was halfway through his sentence when he smiled politely, "Captain Yu, I'll give you a few days off."
Yu Ling pursed his angular lips and said, "Holiday? At this time?"
"Yes, you are too tired and need to rest." Cen Jingmo's white hair was a little long, covering his eyebrows and eyes a little, "Go back and meet your brother."
"And Mr. Jiao." He added, "You two haven't seen each other for half a year. You must have a lot to talk about."
Yu Ling stood up, and the documents were placed on the table. He held them with his thick, hot palm. After a few seconds, he bent his fingers and nodded: "Don't touch him."
Cen Jingmo coughed a few times, and his thin and tall body trembled as he coughed: "Captain Yu, you are joking. I don't need to use him."
Yu Ling looked at it for a while, then turned and walked out.
Cen Jingmo said behind him: "Captain Yu, say hello to Mr. Jiao for me."
If my grandfather were still alive, I wonder what he would think when he saw that Captain Yu, whom he respected and called an invincible weapon, found a weakness for himself and nurtured him with iron, blood and tenderness.
Just after finishing the video call with Yu Xiang, Jiao Bai suddenly sneezed loudly. He glanced at the list, blinked, and looked closely.
Cen Jingmo's activity level suddenly soared by more than ten points. Is it over 35
What the hell…
Such a good thing should happen more often!
Jiaobai jumped up from his chair excitedly. He clenched his fists with a look of surprise on his face and was about to shout "OK" when a look full of interest came over from the left.
"Ahem." Jiaobai immediately adjusted his facial expression, stretched out his fists, retracted them, stretched them out, retracted them, "Third brother, do you think what I'm doing is good for my cervical spine? Is it okay?"
"You feel uncomfortable in your cervical spine?" Qi Yiliao waved his hand, "Come here, I'll give you a massage."
Jiaobai smiled and refused: "No need."
Who wants you to pinch me? I'm happy now and just want to have fun alone.
Qi Yiliao went to his side.
Jiaobai retreated again and again until he reached the table, with his lower back against Zhuo Yan. He supported himself on the table with both hands, tilted his head back and looked at Qi Yiliao.
This scene has a strong flavor of the 20th century's 8 o'clock idol dramas, it's simply amazing.
Jiaobai couldn't help but stand up, and Qi Yilao didn't retreat.
So, the two of them got close.
It doesn't matter if you stick it on.
What matters is that the water chestnut pushes the water out of reflex.
Really, he swore, he just wanted to push Qi Yiliao away. After all, it was summer, the clothes were thin, and they were so close to each other, their body temperature and body odor could basically be said to have melted together, hot.
but,
Jiaobai lowered his eyes and looked at the metal guardrail in his hand.
This happened very suddenly.
Qi Yilao closed his eyes, and no one could tell what was going on in his voice: "Are you curious again?"
"No, listen to my explanation." Jiaobai wanted to chop off his hand. Where's the knife? Chop it off. Why keep such a strong-willed hand
Qi Yiliao's breath was slightly deep, and he said, "Hmm?"
Jiaobai couldn't explain because his hands were still clasped on the metal cage and his fingertips wanted to drill into it.
His wrist was strangled, and he felt relieved but also a little reluctant.
Curiosity is so magical.
In fact, if he really saw it, it should be fine. The most frustrating thing is to have your appetite whetted and neither going up nor down.
Qi Yiliao patted the young man's sweaty cheeks twice and said, "Turn around."
Not only did Jiaobai not do as he was told, he even rolled his eyes downwards.
His shoulders were pressed, and then a force pulled him over, facing the heavy rain outside the window. His breath was filled with the strong scent of agarwood, mixed with the bitter smell of cigarettes.
Qi Yiliao came up from behind and spoke in his ear. His throat seemed to be very tight, and his voice was hoarse and heavy: "Count, count to ten, and then turn around."
Without counting the茭白, he moved back suspiciously.
Qi Yiliao stepped back at this moment, pinched his jaw with his hot palm, and opened his soft lips with his index finger: "Be good, listen to uncle."
"Then can I not study tonight?" Jiaobai took the opportunity to negotiate terms.
"Okay." Qi Yilao's voice was still as gentle as usual, but there were terrifying blue veins popping out on his forehead, his back muscles under his shirt were taut, his curves were restrained yet fierce, his abdominal muscles were stretched to the extreme, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
"One, two, three, four, ten." Jiaobai turned his head quickly and saw the bathroom door being closed. He smacked his lips and said, "I walked so fast."
There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom, it was turned to the maximum and was very loud.
The distance between the bedroom and the bathroom is still within five meters.
Friends online.
The cat struggled forward. The sound of the thin wire strangling its flesh and bones was terrifying. Its body twitched, its pupils constricted, and a painful roar came from its throat.
The fur around his neck began to bleed again.
Jiaobai looked at the cat and imagined something. He pinched his nose, opened the glass window, stuck his head out, and got soaked by the rain.
Okay, it's cool.
But at this moment, Qi Yiliao's voice came from the bathroom, hoarse and unclear.
"Xiaobai, give me the key."
Jiaobai was stunned. He felt his two pockets, but didn't find anything. Then he remembered that his cell phone was on the table.
When Jiao Bai grabbed the key and ran to the bathroom door, the voice came from inside again, very close to him, as if Qi Yilao was leaning against the door and talking to him.
Just two words.
"Forget it." Qi Yiliao said.
Jiaobai was dumbfounded. No way, old pervert, how can you let this go? Are you a man? Are you
It's no big deal, I just grabbed your hand...
It's so cruel to keep him locked up in a cage like that.
"Third brother, how about I go in and help you?" Jiaobai grabbed the small key and scratched the door twice.
The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.
Eerie silence.
Jiaobai quickly threw the small key under the door and turned around and ran away.
He didn't even notice that his activity level rose and then fell back.
Zhang Zhen came over more than an hour later. Before going upstairs, he changed into a black suit sprayed with perfume, took some painkillers, and injected a drug that would make his spirit in an excited state for a short period of time. He asked the brothers to check him several times to make sure all the signs of injury were covered up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his brother saw him, he asked him where he was injured.
Zhang Zhen was completely stunned.
"You spray perfume, and you spray so much of it. You are really trying to cover up your guilt." Jiaobai smiled with a hidden smile.
Zhang Zhen: “…”
You really can't count on that group of rough guys.
Jiaobai was about to touch Zhang Zhen when Qi Yilao, who was working at the desk, spoke up, "Zhen, show him."
Zhang Zhen had no choice but to take off his shirt.
Qi Yiliao spoke again: "You don't need to take it all off, just tease it a little."
Zhang Zhen turned his back, lifted the hem of his clothes, and exposed his waist and back wrapped in gauze in front of Jiao Bai.
His skin is not bronze, but very white, his waist is thin and his muscle lines are very sexy.
"Gunshot wound?" Jiaobai frowned.
"Knife wound." Zhang Zhen put down his clothes and rubbed his hair with a smile. "It's been stitched. It will heal soon. It's not a big deal."
Jiaobai slapped Zhang Zhen's hand and said, "Come in with me."
Zhang Zhen scratched the back of his hand that was slapped, and asked his third brother for tactics: "Bai Bai is angry with me, how should I comfort him?"
Qi Yiliao had just taken a cold shower for dozens of minutes, so his body was still cold and his hair was damp. He kept typing on the keyboard: "Whatever he wants from you, you should promise him."
Zhang Zhen seemed to understand: "Third brother, have you ever coaxed my brother?"
After asking this question, he was shocked and horrified.
How is that possible
"What are you still doing there? Come in." Jiaobai, who was standing at the bedroom door, urged with a cold face.
"I'll be right there." Zhang Zhen hurriedly chased after him.
After the bedroom door was closed, the typing sound in the living room stopped. Not long after, a wisp of smoke escaped from Qi Yiliao's lips. His tongue tip touched the cigarette butt wet with saliva and brushed it. It was as if he was tasting something other than nicotine.
Qi Yilao reached for the gray-black lighter, pulled down the cap, pressed the trigger to light a flame, let go, and pressed it again.
The crisp sound of metal comes one after another, with a lazy rhythm.
The documents opened on the computer screen are filled with dense words of "restraint".
In the bedroom, Zhang Zhen sat upright, answering his brother's questions. The Qi family was neither black nor white, but developed in the gray area, which was why the Qi family had exchanges and cooperation with the Cen family. Zhang Zhen did not hide anything except relatively confidential information.
Jiaobai didn't expect that Qi Yiliao asked Zhang Zhen to come to Beicheng to do business, and he came here in person in order to monopolize the real estate industry in Beicheng.
And the net is already closing in.
Jiao Bai was peeling an apple for Zhang Zhen, and he was thinking as he peeled it. The comics said that Qi Yilao was the leading tycoon in the real estate industry in Xicheng, but nothing else was revealed. He was rich enough, but he actually wanted to take over this city.
In "Broken Wings", isn't he very ambitious and able to take on and let go of power
How did you become so desperate
To support the family or something
Didn't he die young? Who would he spend all that money on
Shen Er'an's aura as a protagonist made him invincible in the business world. Once he stepped in, everything would be his. Then what Qi Yiliao was doing now was just to help others
The茭白 hissed and the blade of the fruit knife cut his finger.
Zhang Zhen found a tissue to cover his wound and said in a serious tone: "Since you are bleeding, I don't want to eat apples anymore."
Wild rice: “…”
"Bai Bai, I heard about what happened at Lan Mo Mansion." Zhang Zhen took away the fruit knife he was still holding, "Boss Shen won't give up easily."
He changed the subject and said ruthlessly: "But don't be afraid, I'll be there to block you. If he dares to use force, I won't be polite."
"Third brother will also protect you." Zhang Zhen said soothingly.
Jiaobai smiled and said, "I know."
He was afraid of nothing. Once he joined the group, he was already dead. There was no point in pretending to be dead. He didn't even want to give him a glance.
"Then you," Zhang Zhen observed his brother's expression, "what do you want from me?"
Jiaobai squints, you raise your activity level to over 50.
"No matter what you do, safety comes first." Jiaobai said.
Zhang Zhen's heart was burning: "I promise, I will never..."
"Stop it." Jiaobai stopped him and said, "Stop inserting the flag."
Zhang Zhen’s peach blossom eyes curved.
Jiaobai sighed for the umpteenth time, at least the comics he came across were all beauties, a feast of beauty. Even those who are not obsessed with beauty find it pleasing to the eye.
Zhang Zhen came back after washing the apple, took a few bites and said, "Bai Bai, there will be an auction here tomorrow night. I'll talk to my third brother and ask him to let you go with us."
The absent-minded茭白 suddenly became energetic. The auction house is also a place where dog blood is produced. How can the ancient style be without this
In the comics, Shen Er'an took Li Jue to several shows and deliberately let him watch slave performances.
Li Jue would start crying during the whole performance every time.
Then he was pressed to the ground in front of the chair by Shen Er'an and humiliated.
Zizania latifolia slapped his forehead.
"Why are you hitting yourself?" Zhang Zhen grabbed his hand and subconsciously weighed it. Fortunately, it was not that thin.
Zhang Zhen was about to let go, but she suddenly felt the green inside of one of his fingers and frowned, "How did this happen?"
"I knocked it." Jiaobai answered perfunctorily.
Zhang Zhen looked at his brother inquiringly. It was fake. He would check it himself when he got back to Xicheng.
On the night of the auction, Zhang Zhen received a call from Chen Yiming. He hung up and followed the procedure to enter the venue with Jiaobai.
Nan Shen and Xi Qi have a relationship that is envied by many families outside.
This has nothing to do with Zhang Zhen. In the past, he was always polite when he went to the Shen family, calling her "Old Madam Shen" and especially Shen Ji, an elder he had known for many years.
Now he is not friendly to the surname "Shen".
Jiaobai adjusted the mask on his face and said in a low voice: "Everyone who comes here covers their faces, and I don't know who is who. It's quite exciting."
When Zhang Zhen heard Jiao Bai say this, he paused and sent a message to Chen Yiming.
-What are you calling me for
Chen Yiming replied quickly: My master has a lot of things to deal with when he comes back, and he doesn’t have much time to spend on his private life.
Zhang Zhen: I left it to you, right
Chen Yiming: No. He was already on his way to the North City, carrying a gun. He wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and return home.
Chen Yiming: Please tell Jiao Bai to wake up my master. I will die suddenly or not, it depends on him.
Zhang Zhen confirmed that the master and servant of the Shen family were not at the scene at the moment. It was not close to Xicheng, so he put away his mobile phone and took Jiaobai to find his third brother.
Qi Yilao sat in the corner of the last row, with Jiao Bai and Zhang Zhen on his left and right.
Excluding the three of them, there were a few other people in this row, all wearing masks with different animal heads, and their sitting postures were more pretentious than the other.
Jiao Bai opened the mouth of the mountain cat mask that Qi Yilao had put on him and stuffed in a peach-flavored lollipop, which was one of the snacks at the auction.
Many wealthy people brought their pets with them, and snacks were provided to them. According to the phenomenon in previous years, pets would be busy during the trip, and energy supplement was very necessary.
The organizers of the auction don't want to see any casualties.
He was almost done with a lollipop of Jiaobai, but the dog blood still hadn't come, only some rare things. He looked at them all and they all looked the same, RMB.
"Third brother, isn't there anything you want to collect?" Jiaobai leaned close to Qi Yilao's ear, and his breath was sweet and fragrant.
Qi Yiliao pinched the back of his neck and said, "Sit still."
Jiaobai couldn't sit still and handed his cell phone outside. He had no one to kill time. He was just about to find Zhang Zhen to chat with him through Qi Yiliao.
The auctioneer's old voice came through the microphone, and the finale item appeared.
Jiaobai squinted his eyes and looked at it. He was so stunned that he forgot to bite the lollipop in his mouth.
The last lot to be auctioned was a person, a male, who, judging from his physique and appearance, looked like a minor, but his exact age was uncertain.
He stood on the platform, wearing a purple robe as thin as a cicada's wing. His entire body, from head to toe, was snow-white.
The auctioneer skillfully introduced this item, focusing on its genes, saying that it was a spirit born from drugs. It took so many kinds of drugs and went through so many painful or gorgeous transformations before it came to this world. How lucky would the person who owns it be
The atmosphere on the scene was heated up.
It's not for the purpose of getting luck, but because I'm inspired by the elves' appearance that doesn't belong to the mortal world.
When the auctioneer talked about how dreamy the voice of the item was, Jiaobai's eyelids twitched and he smelled a familiar smell of melodrama.
At the same time, Zhang Zhen also sat up. Bai Bai said that he had done well in the exam and was sure to be admitted to the Medical University. Medical students were too busy, and when he went to university, he would not have the energy to help his third brother study.
By that time, Baibai was absent from class while studying, which made his third brother angry. He was punished, and his third brother's situation did not improve.
so,
If you come across something suitable and usable, don’t miss it.
Zhang Zhen carefully suggested: "Third brother, you see..."
Before he could finish his words, he froze.
The eyes behind the Third Brother's cat mask were fixed on the elf on the stage with an indescribable deep heat, and it seemed as if something was surging rapidly in his eyes, about to burst out.
Baibai stared at the third brother with his cheeks clenched.
"Buy it."
"Do you really want to buy it?"
The two men spoke one after another.
Zhang Zhen: "Then..."
Qi Yilao stood up and left.
The wild rice also left.
Zhang Zhen: “…”
Why are you all so weird? At least let me finish what I'm saying.
The elf's bid was as high as 200 million.
Zhang Zhen followed his third brother's instructions, bought him and brought him back to the hotel.
It's over and this is the situation now.
The third brother and the elf were in the study and didn't come out for a long time. There was no big noise.
Zhang Zhen couldn't figure out what his third brother was thinking. He could only see that his brother was flapping his wings like a sparrow whose nest had been poked.
Jiao Bai had no time to manage his expression. In order to deal with the old pervert Qi Yilao, he stuffed his head with words and scriptures, and tried not to stay up late to protect his voice. Half a year had passed, and he had indeed broken Jiang Yan's record and obtained privileges.
But that old pervert Qi Yiliao is just that active.
What? You want him to give up his seat
"Baibai, I see that third brother is quite satisfied with the auction item. You can step down now." Zhang Zhen sat over, hooked his brother's legs that had kicked the corner of the table in front of him, and clamped them.
Unexpectedly, his brother's face changed drastically: "No!"
Zhang Zhen was unable to react: "No, wait a minute, let me stroke it."
Before he finished speaking, his brother went to the door of the study. He hurried to catch up with him.
Jiaobai's eyes stopped Zhang Zhen from speaking. He put his ear to the door and there seemed to be crying sounds in the study.
Why are you still crying
Jiaobai couldn't help knocking on the door.
After just two claps, a calculating look flashed in Jiaobai's eyes. He walked to the window, quickly took the small key off the keychain, and threw it onto the lawn outside the window.
This is the first floor, and the location where it was thrown is easy to see.
So when Qi Yiliao opened the door of the study, he saw Jiao Bai holding the phone, with the key ring dangling in the air. There was only a little white cat on it. The key was gone.
Qi Yiliao's face twitched slightly, he turned sideways, and pointed inside nonchalantly: "He is from my mother's side."
Wild Rice: “…Oh.”
Turn around and walk away.
Qi Yiliao pinched a piece of flesh on the back of his neck with two fingers and asked, "Where are you going?"
Jiaobai covered his face and said, "I'm going out to pick up the keys!"