342. VIP From now on, your surname will be Yao

"You are wrong, now we are no longer from the Great Chu, and it can be said that our Yao family does not belong to the Four Kingdoms." For these things, Yao Qingqing has no need to hide them.

The man's eyes moved: "You bought this Mobei, because you want the Yao family to settle here?" ”

"Well, so you'll have to help me do what you promised."

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "The entire Mobei has to be rebuilt?" ”

"yes, otherwise I wouldn't have used you." Yao Qingqing smiled like a fox.

People like him are generally very knowledgeable, and if you want to build a strong home, you need to use such people.

"Okay." The man thought for a moment and nodded heavily.

Now that he agreed, no matter how big the project is, he has no chance to regret it.

"I also told you before, hide your blood feast and identity, you are now my person, before you help me do those three things, I hope you forget your previous identity."

The man pondered, a strange thing flashing in his eyes.

"Don't you want to?" Yao Qingqing asked softly.

"No, I do." The man looked up and replied earnestly.

"That's good, in the future, your surname will be Yao, and it will be my Yao family's nursing home."

"Yes."

"Young master, his surname is Yao, what is it called." Yingcui tilted her head and asked.

Yao Qingqing didn't care: "It's good for him to decide for himself." ”

Yingcui glanced at the man with a smile: "Why don't I give you a name." ”

The man was silent.

"Yao Dazhuang?" Yingcui has been named since ancient times: "Da Zhuang, listen to the strength ......"

The corners of Yao Qingqing's mouth twitched, and he couldn't get any better at the man again, his eyes were full of rejection.

"Not satisfied? That Yao ......"

"Sister Yingcui, don't get involved, go, follow me to the village to have a look." Interrupting Ying Cui's words, Yao Qingqing said to the man again: "You have a good rest, I will have someone bring you medicine at night." ”

After saying that, he led Yingcui out.

"Yao Feng."

The two low words came out of the room and fell into Yao Qingqing's ears.

Yao Feng, the corners of Yao Qingqing's mouth hooked, this name is good.

"Cut, obviously a stupid big guy who still chews words, Yao Feng Yao Feng is not going crazy." Yingcui pouted dissatisfied, there was a nice name she gave there.

"What you choose is the best, Sister Yingcui, are you too idle these two days." Yao Qingqing smiled and looked at her, the more she looked at her, the more she felt that Yingcui had changed.

"Idle? Young master, you saw that I was idle that day. ”

"No, I'm not idle, why do I think you're fat." Looking up and down, no matter how you look at Yingcui, she is a little fatter than when she came.

"Really?" Yingcui tugged at her skirt and spun around: "Why don't I feel it." ”

"If you can see it yourself, then you will not be fat as a pig."

"It's just as good as when the young master was a child, chubby and cute."

"It's good to be fat when you were a child, if you are fat like Sister Yingcui at that age, you probably don't have to marry in your life."

Yingcui didn't think about it when she arrived: "It's good that I can't get married, anyway, I don't want to marry, how good it is to accompany the young master like this." ”

"Where is there a woman who does not marry." Yao Qingqing smiled and shook her head, she didn't understand love, Yingcui was even more confused than her.

"Don't marry, don't marry." Yingcui waved her hand.

Yao Qingqing was helpless, Yingcui was twenty-three years old, and according to the customs here, she should have married a long time ago, and now she didn't even have any plans.