The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1591 You can't pretend to be amnesia, you can pretend to be sick!

Why is it his turn to be on duty today?
It would be great if Song Lingfeng was on duty.

and many more……

Chibble's eyes lit up suddenly.

He has no money, but that old boy Song Lingfeng has money!
There is no family behind him, but Song Lingfeng is from a family.

There is a lot of money in the pocket.

The old guy's house is much more spacious than the one he bought.

It is appropriate to live with a dozen beauties.

Chibble finds a solution, and happily turns to leave.

What is the old saying?

A dead fellow is not a poor daoist.

Marshal Yan's idea is excellent.

As soon as Qin Zong came back, he sent people away.

However, man is not as good as God.

Chibble still hadn't turned to leave.

A soft and soft voice came from the lawn outside.

"Marshal, you haven't played with us for a long time, can you have dinner with us today?"

While speaking, there was a lightly figure, and he rushed to the window briskly.

Chibble stopped walking, and his body froze in place.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

At this moment, Chibble's reaction was extremely quick, and he immediately moved a step to the left, directly covering Ying'er's soft and slender body.

"Miss Ying'er, the Marshal has business to deal with, let's leave as soon as possible."

As Chibble said, he wanted to grab Yinger and leave.

Ying'er avoided his pull with light steps.

Leaning half of his body against the window, poking his head in, he looked at the slightly stiff Yan Tao with a smile on his face.

Yan Tao only took two steps at the moment, not far from the window.

Ying'er's delicate little face was full of anticipation, she stretched out her white and tender hands, grabbed the boy's wrist, and shook it coquettishly.

"marshal."

"Why don't you have dinner with Ying'er!"

"You haven't been in the Marshal's Mansion all these days, people are thinking too hard..."

"..."

Reflexively, Young Master Yan withdrew the wrist caught by Yinger, and retreated at the same time, walking out of reach of Yinger's arm.

Wink wildly at Chibble.

Chible understood, and quickly grabbed Ying'er's hand again: "Miss Ying'er, the Marshal really has—"

But at this moment, Qin Zong, who was standing by the table, turned around.

The man has a pair of phoenix eyes, sinking like the sea.

The incomparably handsome face looked a little cold at this moment.

He looked calm, but his whole body was faintly cold.

Cold, down to absolute zero.

Seeing Qin Zong, Ying'er opened her eyes wide in surprise, and after a while she said delicately, "Mr. Qin?"

"So you're there too!"

"Long time no see, shall we have dinner together?"

As Ying'er said, she pouted slightly and looked at Yan Tao.

The girl looks like peaches and plums.

At this moment, a pair of eyes are so soft that water drips out.

Looking at the young man's eyes is so pitiful, it makes people feel sorry for him.

Yan Tao blinked her eyes, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

Qin Zong had already stepped up to the boy's side.

His quiet phoenix eyes fell on Yan Tao's face with a half-smile.

Yan Tao was anxious.

It's over!It's over!
I was able to escape the amnesia last time, so what can I do this time?
It seems like it's too late to pretend to be amnesiac now...

She met Shang Qin Zong's cold eyes, and her heart jumped for no reason.

I just feel guilty and flustered.

The next moment, Young Master Yan reacted very quickly with his right hand resting his forehead, his body swayed, his handsome face faintly paled for a moment.

"...I feel dizzy..."

Yan Tao murmured, then limp and fell down.

(End of this chapter)