Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

That night, a teenager chatted and laughed and took away millions of gold.

The big families thought they had made money, but Yan Ce never lost money.

Because Yan Guo came here for nothing.

Received a huge amount of capital injection, not only filled the entire Eastward Journey plan, but also allowed Yan Ce to make a lot of money, making the whole plan more maneuverable. The only person who would lose money might be Comrade Yan Xuan who didn't know .

"Get out of here!"

As soon as the familiar indifferent voice fell, Yan Ce's eyelids began to twitch, and Yan Ce, who had not yet fallen asleep, squinted at Miss Lingshi in Tsing Yi.

The woman's cold gaze gave Yan Ce the idea of ​​hibernation.

Yan Ce turned over slowly, wrapped himself in the quilt, and asked with a tired face, "Why are you back?"

"Come back and get some necessary letters, and I'll be leaving later. So, please ask Young Master Ce's lower body to stop wriggling on my quilt, is that okay?"

After thinking for a while, Yan Ce had no intention of getting up at all, "To be honest, I just stretched my waist, and besides, your bedding is quite thin, make it thicker so you don't catch a cold."

"..."

Her complexion changed for a moment, and then her indifferent voice began to be a little impatient and irritable, as if she was about to perform a plot of killing ghosts the next moment: "Your highness, stupid and obscene wild dog, please put me by the pillow Take out the letter first, and then get out of my room quickly."

Yan Ce gave a hush, and slowly pulled the letter stuck in the armpit out of the quilt, then turned around and continued to sleep.

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep first, good boy."

Miss Lingshi's blood pressure began to soar, and it took a long time to regain her composure.

A terrifying aura spread in the room, and the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow almost made Yan Ce's back instinctively break out in cold sweat.

Miss Refrigeration Ji, you are really awesome, but it is winter, or the coldest deep winter, do you dare to heat it?

The woman said coldly and sarcastically: "Are you a child who still needs to be taken care of by others? If you really want to sleep, it would be more comfortable to sleep on the ground with your legs crossed. Besides, seeing you sleeping on my bed, I will There is an inexplicable nausea."

"Although the mouth is as sharp and ruthless as a knife, it's okay, I don't despise you." Yan Ce replied softly.

"Young Master Ce seems to have mistaken the relationship between primary and secondary."

"Oh?" Yan Ce squinted, retracted into the quilt and left only one head, knowingly asked: "Is it wrong? That's right."

From his point of view, the light pouring through the window was like a faded veil, hitting her slightly clenched fingers, making her look too fair, and her delicate and indifferent face seemed to contain a hint of anger.

It feels like Miss Refrigeration Ji will be able to heat soon.

The next moment, the indifferent woman stretched out two fingers to clamp the flesh of Yan Ce's cheek and pulled it upwards.

"Young Master Ce, please don't try to provoke me, can you?"

"It hurts..."

Yan Ce said calmly, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to doze off again. If Miss Ling Shi didn't increase his strength, he might close his eyes for a while.

Miss Lingshi didn't have much time to waste on the issue of her utensils being contaminated by Yan Ce. After a few seconds, seeing that Yan Ce was indeed a little tired, she let go of the slender fingers holding the boy, and said impatiently: "Wait for me When you come back from work, clean the bedding, sheets, and the whole room for me!"

"kindness."

……

Miss Bai Ren, who had just completed the counting of millions of gold, rubbed her sore shoulders, and brought a roll of registration slips to report to Yan Ce on the next work.

As soon as you walk outside the door, you can hear the fierce mutual confrontation between you and me.

She glanced at the follow-up work arrangement, as if she had sensed something bad, and was going to turn around and come back at another time.

However, just when she was about to retreat, she found that the eyes of Miss Lingshi and Yan Ce who were fighting beside the bed were all on her.

If you want to leave, you have a guilty conscience.

If you don't leave, will it cause trouble for Young Master Ce?But stretching the head and shrinking the head is a knife, so it shouldn't matter.

After hesitating for a while, the girl had no choice but to bite the bullet and asked, "Young Master Ce, how much do you plan to prepare for the marriage ceremony with Yu?"

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The air fell into silence.

Yan Ce remained silent for about a minute.

It took half a second to think about the huge proposition of marriage, and the remaining fifty-nine and a half seconds were spent thinking about whether or not to invite Princess Fusu to participate, and if Fusu was invited to participate, then whether to invite a few more doctors , if something happens, the probability of being rescued on the spot and waking up is quite high.

The cluttered thoughts in his mind were more and more bloody and obscene. Yan Ce shook his head, temporarily dispelling his drowsiness, and looked at Miss Ling who was silently holding a pile of letters.

If there is no accident, the lady in charge should be able to make arrangements for him clearly.

Generally speaking, the Master Lingshi who can actually perfectly coordinate the internal affairs of the royal court must have superb control over the current situation.

As for the details of the marriage, let her do it!

Seeing that she didn't show a single bit of joy or anger, Yan Ce looked at Mr. Lingshi with a kind and sunny smile, and decided to entrust the matter to her completely.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the woman turn her head, put the hair that slightly covered her eyes close to her ears, her plain eyes met Yan Ce's gaze, and immediately cast a cold and sharp gaze.

Simply sleeping on the bed, even a mildly cleanliness patient, wouldn't despise it for so long, right? Not at all.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Miss Bai Ren took a half step back, her clear and bright pupils were slightly vigilant, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and this is not an ordinary dangerous wall, but the Great Wall with [-]% sand mixed into the stone.