Chapter 27 Hidden Dragon Fuyuan

The man in Tsing Yi obviously did not expect Yun Qingyan's answer, but after a moment of surprise, he smiled lightly.

"Miss Yun is serious..." After a pause, she seemed to be thinking of an adjective, "different."

"Well." Yun Qingyan, who had packed up the herbs and was about to go out, turned around and brushed her hair, "I am me, a different kind of fireworks. Don't be jealous, boy, you can do it too."

Everyone: "..."

Holy shit! Where did this guy get his self-confidence?

Look at their son, who is beautiful, beautiful and unparalleled, and then look at her, who is ugly and withered, who wants to be jealous of her? !

Miss Yun Family, are you crazy?

"Miss Chengyun Ji Yan." The smile on his face was even more prosperous, and the man in Tsing Yi nodded and smiled.

"Kazha..." The shopkeeper seemed to hear the sound of his chin falling to the ground.

This... this person... is really their young master? It's not fake, is it?

Yun Qingyan ignored their gazes, but walked towards the door like the wind.

When passing by Su Ying, a deliberately low voice came——

"Yun Qingyan, wait for me."

This time, it was impossible to frame Yun Qingyan, but this guy, Yun Qingyan, had the upper hand. Next time, she won't have such good luck.

"Well, I'll wait." Yun Qingyan, who was passing by, nodded very calmly and leisurely, and the words that made Su Ying jump with anger popped out word by word from the pair of cherry lips, "I'll wait for you to kneel down and call Grandpa. ."

"You!" Su Ying jumped with anger.

However, he does have self-knowledge, knowing that his sister Su Linger has no power to fight back in Yun Qingyan's hands, and he, as a pharmacist, can't beat Yun Qingyan even more.

Su Ying's eyes secretly looked at the young man dressed as a servant beside him, with a bit of begging, anticipation, and awe in his eyes, wanting him to teach Yun Qingyan a lesson.

The young man didn't look at him, but looked at Yun Qingyan with interest.

Those eyes, with their inherent coldness, are like poisonous snakes lurking in the grass, giving the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

Yun Qingyan seemed to feel something, and looked up.

A little servant's face that can't be found when thrown in the crowd seems to be nothing special.

A dark purple light flashed in the boy's black eyes, like the most vicious poison, the one who touches it will die, full of malice.

Raising her eyebrows, Yun Qingyan smiled at the young servant boy.

The young servant boy was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows and eyes curved, and he also smiled.

In an instant, that ordinary face suddenly became overflowing with evil spirits, and the color was compelling.

Beautiful, beautiful, but extremely dangerous!

Not even a human skin mask could stop the beauty that came out of his bones.

"Yun Qingyan." Binghan's voice came from the door, and a tall and slender young man in black came from the door, standing in the sun, but it seemed like a building that did not melt ice.

This is Guanghan, who has been standing outside the door for more than half an hour and has been surrounded by people like monkeys and has long been unhappy!

"Let's go." Yun Qingyan walked to Guanghan in three and two steps.

"Gulu." The Wind Wing Blue Wolf King stretched his waist and stood up very wisely, ready to set off.

The long wings stretched out, and the hurricane that blew up instantly made the onlookers back three steps.

Guang Han didn't talk nonsense, he directly picked up Yun Qingyan and sat on the back of Fengyi Qing Wolf King.

"Eh? Isn't that Yun Qingyan, a waste of the Yun family?" As soon as the two of them left, the crowd instantly exploded.

Yun family waste Yun Qingyan, that is everyone who knows and everyone knows, even if you haven't seen her, you will definitely recognize her the moment you see her.

Because she—ugly, very ugly!

Looks like a ghost, ugly like no salt, in a word - ugly is very recognizable, ugly is very high!

"Waste?" On the third floor of the pavilion, the man in blue smirked, rubbing the record spar in his hand with his five slender fingers.

Qianlong Fuyuan, the ambition is thousands of miles, how can ordinary people understand?

Feiye: (Aojiao shakes his head) I am me, a different shotgun~ Little cuties, please use the recommendation ticket to send the Lord to heaven!