Fu Yue intuited that what he said next would not be good.
as expected.
"Since she's so beautiful, what's wrong with An Anxin being a vase?! Find a stronger backer, domineering and domineering, how happy hehehehahahaha~"
The laughter gradually rampant.
Fu Yue: "..."
At this time, she stared at Yu Yan with a weird look, which made Yu Yan feel a little scared.
Yu Yan: "What are you doing?"
Fu Yue hesitated for a moment, glanced up and down at Yu Yan, and then asked, "You said that just now, I think you are doing well again, are you raised by some big boss outside? Lover?"
Yu Yan: "... Bah!"
She also realized that there was a slight ambiguity in her words.
"I'm dignified... Forget it, I want to keep it a secret first, lest my identity be revealed to scare you to death! My identity can only be revealed at a critical moment!"
Yu Yan is triumphant.
It's almost up to the sky.
Fu Yue poured cold water on her, and said coldly, "It's a pity, maybe we won't survive tonight, let alone in the future."
Metaphor: "..."
Sorry, your plastic sister refuses to talk to you and throws you a pot of rotten eggs.
But it stopped for a few minutes.
Yu Yan squatted next to Fu Yue and chattered again. The fairy's baggage had been completely thrown away. She reached out and took out a small notebook from her bosom, and handed it to Fu Yue as if offering a treasure. The mountains and rivers I have built over the years!"
Fu Yue: "...?"
She took the notebook in Yu Yan's hand, and took the woman's words as fart.
Take a look down.
This small book is full of names, all of which look like men's names, as well as their identities, ages, personalities...
Fu Yue: "???"
Seeing Fu Yue's surprised face, Yu Yan swelled up, her red lips curled up, and before she could say the next sentence, she was directly blocked by Fu Yue's words, holding her breath in her chest, unable to move up or down.
Fu Yue: "These are all your servants?"
Fu Yue's face was a little surprised.
That expression seemed to be saying.
Yo, girl, I can't see it, it's pretty amazing!
Yu Yan snatched the small notebook from Fu Yue's hand with a sullen face, and muttered, "Bah, if these are my servants, my mother would have dominated the world long ago, and she is still waiting here with you to die?"
Fu Yue lost interest in an instant.
"Oh, it turned out to be powerless—"
Her ah has a very long ending.
Metaphor: "..."
This dead woman is humiliating her!
She endured.
Yu Yan pulled Fu Yue over and pointed at the small book, "Let me tell you, I selected these carefully. There are young and handsome people in Jianghu!"
"They all meet the necessary conditions for being beautiful and rich! How about it, would you like me to give you two~"
Yu Yan's face instantly became a little wretched.
Fu Yue: "..."
Can not bear to look.
Such a nice girl, why does she have a mouth
Yu Yan's voice changed, and he said resentfully: "No, you already have Ji Qinglin, such a beautiful boy, I guess you don't like other people either."
Fu Yue said lightly: "He is not mine."
Yu Yan's eyes lit up.
There are melons!
"Tell me? Why?"
Fu Yue expressed his ugly refusal, saying: "It's nothing, the reason is very simple, he is not my type."
The voice just fell.
The surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a bit, the air has stagnated, and even the wind that was blowing over the grass and trees has stopped.