Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Are you drinking?"

"If you have nothing to do, can you leave? If there are dirty things shaking in front of me, it will be an eyesore and affect my work."

Yan Ce squinted, took out another clay cup, made her a cup of old tea, and handed it to her, "I'm dirty in your eyes, here you are."

"On the case table."

"I'll let it cool down later, this tea won't taste good if it's cold... All right, you can figure it out yourself."

Attacked by Miss Lingshi's cold gaze, Yan Ce decisively took a step back. After all, she was the woman who took care of him all night, so he should be grateful no matter what.

The woman looked at Yan Ce with an infuriating look of "I am generous, even if you stare at me thousands of times, I will still treat you like the first time I saw you", her face was as cold as the ice that has not melted for thousands of years, she clenched her pen tightly , took a deep breath.

"You get me out!"

"This is my room, you idiot, you are taking the place out of the way."

"Tsk... can you get out?"

The nerves teased by Yan Ce finally reached the limit, the woman's eyes flashed through the anger, and the chill in her words could make shaved ice.

Seeing her ice-cold profile, Yan Ce was startled.

She actually used the attitude of the master to blast the real master Yan Ce out. This is too much. Although it is a wartime alliance, you don't give the slightest bit of good face to Comrade Yan Ce who is called an ally and writes a deadly enemy. Even if you pretend it's fine.

While sorting out the design drawings, Yan Ce tried hard to recall the memories that didn't exist at all, and he became more and more confused.

Did he do something to her after drinking with Uncle Mo Zhong last night?

Outside the window, the morning sun rises, the autumn wind flows, and a few residual clouds float over the plain sky.

Refer to the most unlikely scenario, he messes with something after drinking and then gives her... This probability is zero, first of all, that woman doesn't like boys, and second, her force value is comparable to the new generation of Gundam, the possibility of him being dismembered is very high big.

It is really sad that a boy actually loses to a woman who has been in the civil service for ten years in terms of force value.

"I am leaving."

When Yan Ce put on his shoes, yawned, and was about to go out, Miss Lingshi warned coldly: "If you drink any more, you will die a miserable death, you know?"

On the side, Yan Ce raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a while and nodded, as if his curiosity was being scratched by a cat.

What the hell happened last night!I suddenly care...

Chapter 210 The Teachings of the Elders

This Miss Lingshi is actually very beautiful, ignoring the terrifying look in the eyes of strangers, and then ignoring the superpower that gives you a one-way ticket to the underworld.

But for Yan Ce, everything is empty.

He didn't think about being able to open the harem at all. Of course, it's normal for a boy to fantasize occasionally, but Yan Ce never had any thoughts from the first time he met Ling Shi.

Yan Ce suppressed his curiosity, he didn't want the slightly balanced relationship to turn into a "friend of life and death" in a second.

And this kind of thing is not easy to ask.

How should I ask, did you take advantage of the darkness of the moon and the wind to secretly play tricks on me dozens of times last night?

After asking, Yan Ce Sauce, who was probably crying for the neighbor's child next door, was born, saving even the effort of burying it, so I directly informed Fusu Xiying to limit a can of meat sauce to her fiancé.

Looking back, the young man resolutely gave up his death-defying behavior, walked out of the dorm, squatted next to a bluestone slab near the window of his room, and spread the design drawing 2.0 on his knees.

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It has been more than half an hour since Mo Zhong was kicked out of the house. He was also dizzy from a hangover, but as an adult, he vaguely retained fragments of his drunken memories.

Then he told the secret that he should never tell in this life, the little sister of the Zeng family, just like the standard childhood sweetheart in the harem manga, lost to heaven.

In that year, Zeng Mei was magnificent and Yan Qing was unparalleled. The Mohist boy wandering among hundreds of schools of thought abducted the most beautiful Confucian boss Yan. Just like the clichéd classics, Qing Mei offered her blessings to the bamboo horse and then Dim exit.

A few years later, Zengmei said that she wanted to talk about her brother-sister relationship with him again. At first he refused, because the younger sister would not be misunderstood by outsiders, but as time went by, she got used to getting together from time to time and talking about dreams. talk about the past...

It was supposed to be a little secret that rarely rots in the stomach after marriage, but it was poured out by Yan Ce after a meal of wine, alas...

In order not to make Madam suspicious, Zeng Mei specially chose to come to Mo Zhong's house to recite poems and lectures when she was away. If Madam came back late, she would occasionally have a light meal.If Madam went home to visit her relatives and stayed away all night, Zeng Mei would go out of her way to be intimate with Xiao Yanzhi for a while.

Perhaps, Madam misunderstood Zeng Mei's kindness after all...

Back in the day, Zeng Mei told him the name of Boss Yan, it was really a memorable time.

After so many years, why can't everyone get along in harmony, obviously they were the best sisters back then...

The middle-aged man leaned on a wooden crutch and walked to Yan Ce Academy with a jug of good wine.

When he saw the young man who was kicked out, Mo Zhong thought of that bloody last night again.

"Uncle Mo, this head, this hand, and this leg... are you okay?"

Yan Ce's voice was a little uneasy, and the young man raised his eyes to see this Uncle Mo who had been absurd with him last night.

Putting down his crutches, Mo Zhong, who was wrapped into a "white rice dumpling", squatted decadently beside the young man, "I accidentally fell when I went out, and in two days...cough cough cough, I'll be fine."

You broke your hands and feet at the same time. Under this difficulty, you can still have bloody marks from being beaten on your chest. You are the mainstay of the flopping world. Uncle Mo, I believe everything you say now.

Previously, the high-spirited and handsome uncle exuded the mature charm of a middle-aged man who had gone through endless years of vicissitudes, but now, he looked bewildered, as if his eyes that could speak were bloodshot.

Like a homeless bum.