Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows nonchalantly.

There was a three-point surprise between the light eyebrows, and the thin red lips curled up to wipe the arc of a smile, "Yo, someone still sent me something?" ”

The butler leaned over respectfully and nodded, "Yes, the head of the house." ”

Young Master Yan's slender fingers gently brushed his chin: Hmm, so many years.

She never seemed to have ever received something from someone else.

There was a sense of novelty in my heart.

"I'll take a look."

As he spoke, he moved his long legs and went to the living room.

On the table in the living room, there is a square metal box.

The material of the box is very strange to look at.

The silver-black color is somber and stable, but there are some decorations that seem to be starlight.

Young Master Yan squatted down and looked left and right, but he didn't see where there was a switch in this box.

Because the box is all in one.

There are no gaps

She picked up the box with one hand, put it to her ear and shook it slightly.

"Smack."

"Smack."

There was a sound of things shaking and colliding in the box.

Yan Tao's thin lips pursed up, and her dark peach blossom eyes were sparkling, and the bottom of her eyes seemed to contain starlight.

Looking at this thing, it's kind of interesting.

Is it for him to pick the lock?

It's obviously a test of his IQ.

Young Master Yan frowned very unhappily, nesting in the small corner and shaking around with the big metal box.

From time to time, I lowered my head and studied it seriously.

The people who passed by the living room looked for a job - onlookers.

One by one, those who take a rag take a rag, those who wipe the kettle wipe the kettle, and those who sweep the floor.

But the eyes were sneaky, and they all drifted to the marshal's side.

His eyes lit up and his heart was excited.

- Oh, the marshal is so cute.

- Oh, how can it be so cute.

- Cute and handsome, do you want to beautify me?!

I saw the young man in white sitting on the ground, and the metal box was placed between his legs.

The soft black hair hung low, almost obscuring the side of the boy's face, but he could still feel his seriousness.

The melon-eating crowd whispered.

- What is that?

- I heard that it was a gift that the young master received this morning.

- Really fake

- I have worked in the Marshal's Mansion for so many years, and I have never seen anyone send anything to the Marshal (except for Lord Yunkuo).

- Nonsense, our marshal has everything, do you still need someone else to send it?!

The melon-eating masses scratched their chins.

- But this box - you say, can the marshal open it?

- It seems that they are all welded together, and there is not even a switch, how can it be turned on.

The young girl snorted coldly when she heard this: "Who is our marshal, nothing can stump him!"

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

The young maid looked at the handsome young man who was full of irritability, and silently retracted the words just now.

The crowd was watching.

Suddenly, Young Master Yan rose up angrily.

I saw that the handsome face of the head of the Yan family was full of black gas, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to contain endless anger.

Of course, it's not just anger.

And depression.

Young Master Yan dragged the metal box and ran outside into the courtyard.

The plain white slender index finger moved slightly, and the square box swirled around the white fingertips.

After I don't know how many times he turned, the boy suddenly tightened his fingers.

"Click"!

The entire metal box was under tremendous pressure in an instant.

The next second.

On one side of the box, a circular hole is exposed.

The hole is huge, occupying nearly 1/2 of the box surface.

Enough to make people see what's inside.

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