Chapter 106 The Goddess Is Also a Man

"There are some things at home." Yan Huan stood up and walked to his room. "This is a private matter. I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, for wasting your kindness."

Yan Lixiong bumped into a nail that was neither soft nor hard, and almost dropped the phone. He really got something soft and hard that he didn't want to eat. Okay, he sneered, let's just watch carefully, you are the devil who is one foot taller. , I am still one step ahead.

"Yan Huan, one day you will kneel down to save me. I don't believe that you will give up such a good opportunity to become famous. You still want to become famous on your own. If you don't take such a shortcut, I don't think you will do anything. Become your name and play your role?”

Yan Huan pulled up the quilt and put her hands behind her head. Sure enough, the road was filled with thorns every step of the way, and she was careful every step of the way. If she didn't pay attention, she might have died without knowing.

There are wolves ahead, be careful.

Waves of pain came from her head, and her frowning eyebrows showed visible pain. She didn't know how long it had been like this, until she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

She touched her forehead and it seemed that it was no longer hot. Is this okay?

She took out the medicine again and took two pills.

When she came out, she found that Yi Ling was wearing a dress, with her feet dangling on the table, and the scenery under the dress was clearly visible.

When Yi Ling saw Yan Huan, she quickly put her feet down and pressed her skirt up. She seemed embarrassed, as if she was afraid that Yan Huan would laugh at her.

Yan Huan walked into the kitchen, made herself a glass of milk, and then sat on the sofa, drinking milk in sips. As for what Yi Ling was wearing today, she seemed not to have seen it.

There is no big difference between the Ealing of today and the Ealing of the past, that’s just it.

Yi Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yan Huan didn't laugh. Otherwise, she would have torn off her lousy clothes. I really don't know why these women like to wear skirts so much. What if they can't do it right? I’ve seen it all.

She squinted her eyes and stared straight at Yan Huan. Yan Huan was only wearing a simple pajamas at this time, but her years of pampering gave her an indescribable temperament in every move she made.

Every move he makes is full of elegance and nobility. Even if he just sits there, his legs are naturally close together, leaving no gaps, of course it will not be exposed. How come this person is so different from other people? We are all women.

Why did Yan Huan look like a woman inside and out, and no matter how she looked at her, she still looked like a piece of Chinese paper.

"Do you want to drink it?" Yan Huan pushed his milk forward, "I haven't had a few sips."

"Don't drink," Yi Ling stood up with a cry and went back to her room. When she came out, she put on her old clothes again. She thought that hers must have been beaten by that stupid big man. It's exciting.

She also wore a fur skirt. She was not a prince when she wore a dragon robe. It was better to try it randomly to avoid being laughed at. Otherwise, even if she wanted to wear it, she would have to wear an extra pair of trousers underneath. Because she really couldn't learn Yan Huan's sitting posture.

She sat down and crossed her legs. Look, how good it felt. She could sit however she wanted without fear of being seen by others.

By the way, this is what she thought of, then she took a stack of information and placed it in front of Yan Huan.