Chapter 1372

Ling Feng gently paused as he wiped the aircraft.

Respectfully and politely stood up, "marshal."

Master Yan smiled and nodded.

Incidentally, the housekeeper who followed him said, "this is Mr. Qin Zong. Clean up the room at the end of the second road. Mr. Qin wants to live."

The housekeeper paused, bowed and smiled on the surface, and looked calm: "OK, master."

Adhering to the principle of a conscientious and good housekeeper, I don't look at it at all.

After retreating, his eyes swept.

It's like being scratched by a cat's paw. It's itchy: fuck, the room at the end of the second road!

Isn't that the room next to the owner?!

The most important thing is

These two rooms are interlinked!!!

Although the door is made like a hair on the wall!

But!

That's not a real wall!

The owner knows this!

So, does the owner want to sneak in and cook the raw rice while Mr. Qin, who looks handsome and fried, is sleeping?

No, master!

You are so shameless, Mr. Qin. Does he know?!

Qin Zong slightly raised his eyes and looked at the young man's silver aircraft.

Turn quietly and walk away.

He sat on a chair next to him and frowned, "I'm hungry."

Chuxue followed to lie down, the brain bag supported on the meat claws, followed by a cry.

King Ben is hungry, too.

The housekeeper came up at the right time, "master, Mr. Qin, I'll order someone to prepare now."

Before Yan Tao nodded, Qin Zong moved his eyes slightly like snow and ice in the mountains, "I want to eat what you make."

The man's voice is cold, but it's deep and pleasant to hear.

The housekeeper was stunned.

What did Mr. Qin say?!

The owner made it?!

The housekeeper began to seriously think about a question: can their family sit and never stand, can they lie and never sit, and can they cook?

Although the owner of the house often steals the experimental products of Lord Yun Kuo, they are all hands by others, and they never do it themselves.

A few times, it may be baked directly.

But cooking doesn't seem to have anything to do with their Marshal?

Yantao gently raised her eyebrows, and the demon beauty's face approached. Her warm breath almost gushed on the man's skin. She smiled, "what do you want... To eat?"

"Whatever."

The slender, jade like fingers of the young man landed on Qin Zong's pale thin lips, and the evil spirit flowed between his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, "well, who told you to grow so beautiful."

Even beauty.

It's just right.

This makes Yan difficult to resist.

"I'll do it for you."

"Wait."

Then the boy got up.

Just about to step out, the trouser legs were hooked by chuxue's big claws.

"Roar!"

Don't forget, there's mine!

Ben Wang is hungry too!

Master Yan tilted his eyebrows and pinched the cat's claws twice.

Um.

So soft.

The housekeeper was shocked and said, "master, do you really want to... Do it yourself?!"

Shit!

He's not dreaming, is he?

Is it a red rain?

The Yan Family leader put one hand in his pocket and looked at him lightly. "I'll do it myself. Please get everything ready for me quickly."

Then he turned and left.

Immersed in the shock of the owner's cooking, the housekeeper turned back dizzy.

Qin Zong leaned against the table and was slowly drinking water.

The posture is lazy and loose, but the temperament is still cold and handsome.

The housekeeper tried to restrain his shock: the man who can instruct the master to do things!

Shit!

A bright gold thigh poked in front of him.

If you don't hold it now, when will you stay?!