The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1490 Wow, I Can Eat Meat
False Yantao gritted his teeth, and the three words almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

In the cold voice, there was endless hatred and malice.

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

"Who?"

Fake Yantao took a deep breath, restrained his expression, and slowly sat up straight.

"It's me, Marshal."

Yuan Jing's calm voice came from outside the door, "There are documents that need your signature."

"come in."

Yuan Jing responded, pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Jing saw the pinched and smashed tabletops in the room.

Yuan Jing's snake-like eyes moved slightly, but she passed the information in her arms to the fake Yantao as if she didn't see it.

"Here is the document you need to sign."

"It was passed down from the local lord's mansion, and part of it is the financial expenditure statement of the Sky Fleet this year."

"Bring it here, let me see."

Fake Yantao reached out to take it, casually opened a copy, lowered his eyes, and glanced over it.

Yuan Jing stood beside him, teasing him as if joking: "Master Marshal, you have really changed a lot when you come back this time."

"Is it possible that a man who is engaged will really start to have a sense of responsibility?"

"Master Marshal, in the past, he rarely went to the main control room."

Fake Yantao paused slightly with his fingers pinching the information, and calmly turned over another page: "Suddenly I feel that staying here is not bad."

He put down the information, looked at Yuan Jing, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Why, do you still have an opinion on where I stay?"

"How dare I have an opinion?"

Yuan Jing: "You are the marshal, you can do whatever you want."

He spread his hands, bent forward suddenly, pressed his elbows on the table, and leaned closer: "Master Marshal, you seem to be dark lately."

"It's not as white as before."

"...It seems to have a pimple."

Fake Yantao frowned slightly, expressionless: "What do you want to say?"

"...No, nothing."

Yuan Jing giggled, took the signed document from the fake Yan Tao, turned and left.

When he turned around, the fake Yantao raised his face, his eyes fell on the back of Yuan Jing's leaving, and the expression in his eyes flickered.

Yuan Jing took the stack of documents and walked out of the main control room.

When he stood outside the door, his footsteps paused slightly.

Lowering his eyebrows, he glanced at the word Yantao on the information, and shook his head silently.

That night.

Silent night enveloped the earth.

The entire Marshal's Mansion fell into silence.

Yan Tao stood in front of the door of his room, looking at the building in the center of the courtyard not far away.

In the next second, he propped his right hand in front of the window, and with a sudden force on his wrist, he jumped from the window to the lawn outside the room without a sound.

However, as soon as she stood on the grass, Yan Tao felt something furry at her feet scratching her.

Young Master Yan raised his eyes slightly, and turned to look over.

Right in front of Chuxue's eyes that were faintly shining in the darkness.

The big tiger was hitting her calf with his big head.

At the same time, it also stretched out two fleshy front paws, and hugged Yan Tao's stepping foot in a domineering manner.

Yan Tao squatted down.

The right index finger slightly bent, and tapped on Chuxue's hairy forehead: "Why are you here?"

Chuxue let out a low grunt from his throat.

It suddenly opened its mouth, and spit out a licked wet transparent medicine bottle into Yan Tao's hand.

Young Master Yan squeezed the potion bottle with two fingers in disgust.

With all his strength, he barely suppressed the urge to throw this thing out.

Chuxue spat out what was in her mouth, and stretched comfortably.

Wow!
I can finally eat meat!

(End of this chapter)