Without even thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the crystal clear earlobe in one mouthful. It was cool and exuded a refreshing fragrance, and it was hard to tell whether it was body fragrance or perfume.

It smells good.

Guan Ya was caught off guard, her delicate body suddenly tensed as if she had been electrocuted.

The roots of the ears were hot, and the fair neck was quickly stained with an intoxicating blush, and thin goose bumps protruded.

She sat there blankly, as if she didn't expect this kid to be so bold, he was flirtatious in the office, and he still ate her tofu.

Zhang Yuanqing accepted it as soon as he saw it, looked at Guan Ya whose cheeks were flushed, and said:

"It was thanks to you that my cousin was promoted last time. My grandma wanted to treat you to dinner a long time ago. I will pick you up tomorrow night."

Guan Ya got up in a hurry, grabbed the bag on the table, and said with a straight face, "I have something to do and I have to get off work first. Yuan Shi, I'm not free tomorrow night."

Carrying a bag and stepping on high heels, he walked away with a patter.

"You must come." Zhang Yuanqing shouted at her back.

When the sound of Guan Ya's fleeing footsteps disappeared, Wang Tai raised his head and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with dead fish eyes:

"Have you thought about the name of the child?

"If not, I can help you get one. Believe me, a bachelor is a professional."

Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Is it free? I'll find you for free."

In a good mood, he took out his cell phone, called Fu Qingyang's bunny girl, and asked her to bring Xue Qiangwei back.

After leaving Guan Ya's house that day, he sent Xue Qiangwei back to Fujiawan again.

Now he has to take it back. If Guan Ya is determined to refuse, he can't force it. He needs a "spare tire" to deal with grandma.

Four thirty in the afternoon.

Zhang Yuanqing led Xue Qiangwei back home secretly.

The living room is quiet. At this time, my grandfather likes to chat with his old buddies, drink tea and play chess, while my grandmother will go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Knowing the regularity of family activities, he deliberately chooses this time to go home.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the bedroom, hid the blood rose in the closet, and glanced at the scene in the room.

"Old Clapper can only last two days once he descends into reality, and he should be back by tomorrow morning."

"Fu Qingyang will return tomorrow. Well, he probably won't blame me. After all, no one should be able to get along with him because of his trash talk, so let's just say it, but Elder Dog will definitely blame me."

"Cousin hasn't caught the target yet"

While thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing took out the crouching pestle and put it in the desk drawer.

Fujia Bay.

In the spacious and luxurious master bedroom, a figure appeared out of nowhere, it was Fu Qingyang.

At this moment, he had short ponytails hanging down his shoulders, and the armor on his body was covered with sword marks and smoky marks.

Under the armor, there are faint bloodstains.

Even though he looked embarrassed, stained with the stains and blood after the war, Mr. Fu's knife-like face was still handsome and unstoppable. JrNovels.com