Chapter 1371

The man is tall and graceful, and his tall figure almost envelops the whole youth.

When he heard the speech, he gently raised his eyebrows and eyes, but he never opened his mouth.

Young master Yan's dark peach blossom eyes narrowed slowly and couldn't help getting closer.

As soon as she got close to the man, she couldn't help wanting to get closer.

She put her hands around the man's neck, her gorgeous peach eyes flowered, and her thin lips almost came to the man's lips.

Before waiting for an answer for a long time, Qin Zong stretched out his long arm and gently moved away the arm the boy put on himself. A light smile flashed on his handsome face.

That smile is obvious.

Silent refusal.

Young master Yan could not help but frown.

The eyes in the peach blossom eyes are slightly wronged.

Qin Zong's action was stiff for a moment and subconsciously held the young man's wrist.

Just as the hand touched the warm skin, it stopped again.

The beautiful and flirtatious young man's eyes turned around, and the bottom of his eyes, which seemed as pure black as ink stone, lit up.

The next moment, I didn't want to stretch out my hand directly. I held the man's thin waist violently, "you go back with me."

Qin Zong screwed up his eyebrows, sighed and looked down at Yantao, "No."

Yan Tao hugged the man and died.

If you don't go back with me, don't go.

He is as naughty as a baby of five or six years old.

A pair of upper eyes.

Look at the young man's bright eyes with expectation.

Those eyes, as if they could speak.

Qin Zong softened, "OK."

Young master Yan Zizi: sure enough, you're right.

Little seven drifted by: the field marshal who can be coquettish had better die

Tut.

Xiao Qi turned to Qin Zong and said, "dog, you have changed."

I still remember the ruthless major general Qin. Once gone... It's gone forever

Man, man.

Sure enough, they are all big pig hooves.

Qin Zong

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Marshal's house.

The soldier on duty stood at the door with an expressionless face and saw several figures from a distance.

Sergeant a blinked his eyes, let the sweat on his forehead slide down his nose, and moved his lips: shit, isn't this Marshal?

After confirming again and again, Sergeant B nodded: it's marshal.

The sergeant looked up at the sky: isn't he dreaming?

Their Marshal started to walk through the front door instead of the wall or the window?

The soldiers saw clearly when the figures approached.

Not just Yantao and the two generals.

And a new face.

A young man in black has a cold and dignified face.

The temperament is cold and indifferent, vaguely revealing the powerful aura of the superior.

Beside the man, a fierce beast of Shenjun followed, with slow and elegant steps.

However, the tiger's eyes gleamed, and the tusks belonging to the fierce beast under his lips appeared from time to time.

Momentum is not weak.

Flash God, people have come near.

The soldiers held their heads high: "Marshal!"

Young master Yan raised his eyebrows, smiled and looked at the man next to him. "Look, my house is big enough?"

Qin Zong nodded.

His expression was cold.

Nothing superfluous.

Yan Tao is a little frustrated.

Don't praise me!

Baby is not happy.

Young master Yan didn't give up. He took the man by the wrist with his right hand, pulled him and strode in, "I'll show you something else..."

He talked to him selfishly, ignoring the three followed behind him.

The design of Marshal's mansion naturally tends to be perfect, and several aircraft are parked in the courtyard.

A man is squatting in the front, wiping the outside of the aircraft carefully with detergent.

He heard the Marshal's voice from far and near, "look, how about this aircraft?"