Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"What about Mr. Fei?"

"like."

"What do you think about that order?" She will carefully consider the answer and choose the method of death penalty for Yan Ce.

"Um……"

Yan Ce showed a distressed expression, beyond the scope of logical thinking, the CPU was severely overloaded, and he couldn't give an answer without thinking.

Miss Ling Shi's expression returned to normal, and she continued to ask, "Did you write the love letter?"

"Yes! I wrote it myself, Shangxie...love..."

Faced with simple questions, the brain of a teenager who has been soaked in wine can still understand.

"Purpose."

The boy who straddled the woman's crossed legs dawdled for a while, his vague memory could not allow him to retell the complete answer to Miss Ling Shi, and as for the intermittent memory fragments, he spit out a few fragments uncertainly.

"Having a baby, with a big belly, I like it?"

The nerves were fiddled again and again, and Miss Ling's face was ugly, and she couldn't help but want to strangle him, but her palms covered his neck several times and wanted to crush his neck bones, but seeing his disgusted face With a gentle expression, he finally turned his head away and let go slowly.

"You owe me your life."

The woman's face changed several times, and finally she returned to indifference. She pushed the boy away mercilessly, and threw him heavily on the bed. What would he know if he was drunk, even if he was killed, he didn't know who did it.

There was an angry expression on the cold face, she should be the one who had the upper hand, but she didn't feel happy at all.

"If you want to die in the future, you can drink as much as you want. Quit it for me, understand?"

"call……"

Then, without knowing whether he heard it or not, he fell asleep, curled up and rubbed his face against Miss Ling Shi's thigh, and even the made bed sheet was rubbed into a mess.

The boy's confused little movements, he was just instinctively getting close to Ying Zheng in his memory, indulging in his own dreams, even Yan Ce himself didn't realize what he was doing.

Standing beside Yan Ce with a cold face, the woman spread the letter on her lap again, glanced at Yan Ce, and pushed him aside.

"I help you, and I help myself. Don't make trouble for me."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ce opened his eyes, nodded slightly, moved his body forward a little bit, and leaned against her waist without any rubbing movements.

……

……

Turn around.

Mo Zhong, who was wrapped in gauze from head to toe, sat kneeling in the bedroom, with one arm wrapped in a bamboo tube and hung around his neck.

To be precise, he knelt at the lady's feet.

His face was pale, and his intact right hand covered his chest, which was about to be beaten out of internal organs, and said with a faint smile: "Madam, you are always so naughty, and I... cough, cough, just, just like you."

"The wine is good, huh. The acquaintance of the eight worshippers, huh, it's embarrassing, huh?" Yan Qing sat on the case table, looking at her husband like a prisoner, "Your daughter is still autistic, I'll let you find the young master. Asking about Ce, you actually made obeisance to that child in front of a group of students, Mo Zhong is promising, you really look good on me!"

"Wine talk, how can it be counted?"

"What happened to the little sister of the Zeng family?"

Yan Qing raised her little feet and swayed, with a sneer on her face.

"She and I are just friends. When you are not around, I occasionally recite the Book of Songs and reminisce about the glorious years in the past. If it wasn't for her help that year, how could I, a Mohist boy, have entered the gate of the Yan Mansion? It's just that I was only thinking about it at that time. Boss Yan, you didn't expect her intentions at all. You missed her for many years, and although she is not married now, I don't have the slightest intention of taking a concubine. I just apologize."

It's just a few words.

That little bitch has such a kind heart, how could she almost miss?

Not in vain when she almost murdered her husband last night, she finally dragged the prodigal son back. The little sister of the Zeng family... has a haunting spirit. Back then, she said she was helping Mo Zhong. Who knows if she took the opportunity to cheat with the mentality of stealing chickens? She flirts.

But after all, it's all the past years, so let it go if it's time to let it go, after all, the crystallization of her and Mo Zhong is about to grow up.

"Ma'am, my sincerity can be learned from all over the world, and there is nothing false about it."

"You and that little bitch...cousin are always talking about poetry while I'm not around."

"Guanju, Jianjia, Taoyao..."

"Get out!!! Get as far away as possible, never come back!"

Yan Qing rushed and kicked Mo Zhong out of the house.

Then, Mo Zhong, who was kicked out of the house, thought carefully, and finally limped to the gate of the school.

pS: The next update will be in the middle of the night.

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Xueshe, Yan Ce's room.

Waking up like a dream.

The young man looked at the woman next to the bookshelf flipping through the letters for a long time, the pain after drinking came to his mind, as if he had been shot in the head with a hammer, and he was dizzy.

The memory after drinking dazed seems to be there, but I can't remember it clearly.

As for why he was in the same room with this dangerous woman when he woke up, Yan Ce had a headache, he really didn't remember clearly.