Chapter 1715 You Can’t Pretend to Have Amnesia, You Can Pretend to Be Sick!

Why is it his turn to be on duty today?

It would be great if Song Lingfeng was on duty.

etc……

Qi Buer's eyes suddenly lit up.

He has no money, but that old boy Song Lingfeng has money!

There is no aristocratic family behind him, but Song Lingfeng comes from a noble family.

There is plenty of money in my pocket.

The old guy's house was much more spacious than the one he bought.

It would be appropriate to house a dozen beauties.

Qi Buer found a solution and turned away happily.

What's the old saying?

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Marshal Yan's idea is excellent.

As soon as Qin Zong came back, he sent people away.

However, God's calculation is not as good as man's calculation.

Kibble hadn't turned around yet.

A soft and charming voice came from the lawn outside.

"Marshal, you haven't played with us for a long time. Can you have dinner with us today?"

While he was talking, there was a graceful figure running to the window with brisk steps.

Qi Buer's step forward was paused, and his body froze in place.

Big beads of sweat broke out from his forehead.

At this moment, Qi Buer reacted very quickly and immediately moved a step to the left, directly covering Ying'er's soft and slender body.

"Miss Ying'er, the Marshal has business to deal with. Let's leave as soon as possible."

Qi Buer said, grabbing Ying'er and leaving.

Yinger, however, avoided his pull with light steps.

He leaned half of his body against the window, put his little head in, and looked at Yan Tao, who was slightly stiff, with a smile.

Yan Tao had only taken two steps at this moment, not far from the window.

Ying'er's pretty little face was full of expectation, she stretched out her white and tender hands, grabbed the young man's wrist, and shook it coquettishly.

"marshal."

"You're going to have dinner with Ying'er!"

"You haven't been at the Marshal's Mansion these days. People are thinking too much..."

"..."

Master Yan reflexively pulled away the wrist held by Ying'er, and at the same time stepped back, reaching a distance beyond the reach of Ying'er's arms.

Winking crazily at Chibur.

Qi Buer understood and quickly grabbed Ying'er's hand again: "Miss Ying'er, the marshal really has——"

But at this moment, Qin Zong, who was standing by the table, turned around.

The man has a pair of phoenix eyes, as deep as the sea.

The extremely handsome face looked a little cold at this moment.

His expression was calm, but his whole body had a faint cold look.

Cold, down to absolute zero.

When Ying'er saw Qin Zong, she opened her eyes slightly in surprise. After a moment, she said delicately: "Mr. Qin.?"

"So you are here too!"

"It's been a long time, why don't we all have dinner together?"

Ying'er said, pouting slightly and looking at Yan Tao.

The girl's appearance is like a peach or plum.

At this moment, a pair of eyes were so soft that they could shed water.

The look in the boy's eyes was pitiful and pitiful.

Yan Tao blinked his eyes and tried to reduce his sense of presence.

Qin Zong had already walked up to the young man.

His calm eyes fell on Yan Tao's face with a smile but not a smile.

Yan Tao was anxious.

Done! Done!

I was able to avoid amnesia last time, but what should I do this time?

It seems it’s too late to pretend to have amnesia now…

She met Qin Zong's cold eyes, and her heart jumped inexplicably.

I just felt guilty and flustered.

The next moment, Master Yan reacted very quickly and put his right hand on his forehead, his body shook a little, and his handsome face turned pale for a moment.

"...I feel so dizzy..."

Yan Tao murmured and was about to fall down.