The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1162 Building a City 1
The boy, as handsome as a demon, sat lazily behind his desk, snapped his fingers, his eyes full of anticipation.

She looked at Adjutant Yuan Jing who had put down the official document on the opposite side.

The former adjutant is aware of his boss's mischievous psychology, and he probably has been waiting to see Yiyunke's jokes these days.

He raised his eyes slightly, looked at his nose, nose and heart, and reported sternly, "Our people stationed on Chenghua Star have sent news that Yiyunke has not appeared on the battlefield in the past three days to personally command. In recent days, the whole Cheng Huaxing's defenders are all huddled in the city. Evian Luge has appeared a few times, and he looks quite haggard. It must be your gift that has played a role. It is estimated that Evian Yege will die in a few days News. I just don’t know how Eyunke plans.”

After all, it was his own son who died.

Died for whatever reason.

When a soldier dies, his relatives will send his body back to his hometown.

But now Yiyunke is in his so-called glorious period of life, if he can go further, he can get the position of Marshal.

Will he give up the opportunity he had so hard to get for his dead son?

In Evian's heart, the talented Evian Yege is much more important than the honest and honest Evian Luger.

It's just which one is more important than his great cause...

This is what others don't know.

Young Master Yan propped his chin lazily with his fingers, his peach blossom eyes showed a half-smile, and his thin lips curled up slightly.

With that appearance, he was clearly waiting to see a good show.

Adjutant Yuan Jing took a breath, trying to make his tone serious and calm, "Master Marshal, what do you think?"

Young Master Yan raised his brows, "I think it's pretty good, but I'm not mad, the old guy is a bit regretful."

Yuan Jing pursed her lips slightly.

Don't be impulsive!

Never, he is the adjutant of the marshal.

You can't commit crimes above, and you can't beat the marshal.

That's not right.

He took a deep breath and tried to show a standard and professional smile, "Master Marshal, what this subordinate is asking about is the report just now. What's your opinion after listening to it?"

"Agree or disagree."

At least give him an answer.

Patriarch Yan blinked his eyes, his dark and beautiful peach eyes were full of confusion and doubts, and his tone was very innocent, "When did you say something else? Why didn't I hear it?"

Before Yuan Jing could answer, Young Master Yan lazily sat up straight and folded his hands on the desk.

He said solemnly, "It must be that your voice is too low. You also know that my mental strength is exhausted and I have difficulty concentrating. If you don't speak louder, how can I hear you?"

After master Yan beat him up very skillfully, he also comforted the former adjutant with a stiff expression in a gentle and soothing tone.

The handsome boy raised his eyebrows lightly, sighed, and said meaningfully, "Young man, you still have a lot to learn."

Lieutenant Yuan Jing looked at the handsome young man across the desk silently.

The man was silent for a long time, then said slowly, "Yes, Marshal."

He really wants to cultivate his own heart.

In order to deal with the more shameless and thick-skinned immediate boss.

Yan Tao smiled slightly, "Read the report again."

(End of this chapter)