Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce rubbed his temples, leaned down on the table in a state of exhaustion, pointed to a pile of documents in front of him, and continued: "The left one is sent to the research institute, and the one on the right is sent to Piyong Academy. It's troublesome."

"No time, no matter."

She sat on the edge of the bed, tied a long ponytail sideways and threw it behind her back, from the corners of both temples to the height of the earlobe, threw off the open-toed sandals hanging on the toes, and stepped on the sheet with one foot.

Immediately, she noticed the gaze of the young man lying on the table, a few toes hooked down for no apparent reason, and a tiny wrinkle was accidentally pinched between her fingers, she took out a pair of brand new socks.

"May I ask if you have any last wishes before you fall into the arms of the prince? For example, how to wash the socks with your tongue and so on."

As he spoke, the thumbs of his left and right hands stretched open the socks, and the light and shadow folded into the bedroom fell on the insteps, revealing a hazy beauty. They stretched slightly and penetrated into the depths of the socks, not reaching the ankles. Shooting over, there was no smile on his face, it was completely covered with ice and snow indifference.

"If His Majesty passes it, and if the others don't object, do you want to think about meow?"

Yan Ce's thick face was a little hot, and he coughed lightly.

"...It's okay, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"..."

She raised her fingers and smoothed the hair on the pinna.

"..."

"Say what you just said again, and I'll pretend I didn't hear it."

The woman's expression was indifferent, she turned her head away slightly, her eyes were shining with a sparkle that she had never seen before, and a little blush was oozing from her delicate cheeks.

"The first half of the sentence?"

"..."

The murderous intent was so strong that it seemed like a real stab, she showed a smile without warmth, "What do you think?"

"I think the name Miaomiao sounds nice. It's not easy to have the same name as other people."

"It's still a while before the start..."

"……what?"

"Well……"

The mouth was pressed against him without a gap, the boy's back hit the bookshelf, and many letters on the edge of the upper floor fell to the floor.

The intense stimulation made both parties a little breathless, the light in the woman's eyes flickered slightly, and the flushed color rose and spread, but her expression still maintained a cold look.

Just like warm winter, pink snow.

At the moment before the wedding, it finally melted...

He responded warmly to the boy's concession under the theory of Emperor Shihuang's uniqueness.

Slightly standing on tiptoe to maintain a relatively strong overlooking view, clasping fingers together in the palm of his hand, pressing on the bookshelf.

Lip points.

The warm breath was damp with moisture.

In the last few moments, the tiptoe gradually lowered, and the line of sight changed to a level view, as if letting go of a little insignificant persistence.

When the breath falls on the white and soft earlobe, the blush at this moment is like a drop of red ink falling into the clear water with the tone of "nothing".

Then, the boy put his hand on her waist, and the transition from active to passive made Shangguan startled.

Long kisses.

……

……

Shangguan, who was punctual in the past, was nowhere to be seen. Shang Ji, the deputy who succeeded Shangguan, was in a dazed state. After finishing her work, she ran to the other side. The donkey attribute engraved in her bone marrow and rooted in her soul had reached 120. % overload state.

"Master Shang Ji, is Lord Shangguan still here?"

"I'm looking, I'm looking, hurry up, you're left... right, front... Anyway, you, you can do whatever you want."

"..."

The female officer was going crazy. After all, that lord has always been the backbone of the large-scale ceremony. No matter how unfavorable the situation is, as long as the backbone is there, the venue can be suppressed.

Although the manpower is abundant, the layout is perfect, and the time is sufficient, but I always feel that something is missing, and I feel very panicked.

It's true that Shang Ji is willing to work hard, and it's okay to be so popular with women that she explodes, but the most important point is that the executives of any family look like grandsons when they see everyone, and they even laugh.

Refer to the following scene: a high-level boss of a listed company has a rag on his shoulders and a broom in his hand. He bends like a shrimp at the door all day long.

One is a proud Tianshan snow leopard, and the other is a donkey in a poor mountain village...

Lord Shang Ji's expression at this moment was as if he had refilled two expired frozen radishes from a millstone.

The aura is really low.

It's okay to deal with the logistics, and if it's the presiding officer... the female officials are worried that the first emperor will impose a continuous responsibility system on the Shang Jun. The death of Lord Shang Ji is harmless, but they have no chance to climb up the official career.

Shang Ji can die, but her official career cannot be ruined.

Just when all the female officers had already prepared the worst idea of ​​"shrinking the responsibilities of a wolf to a donkey".

In the corridor, the long black hair was raised.