Chapter 397: The daughter-in-law is the most beautiful! There is no why!
Young Master Yan didn't come up with a way to deal with it, and Qin Ye had already come to mention someone.
The young man had just finished taking a shower, her skin was white and shiny, she leaned on the table, her white shirt was loosely put on her body, and when she looked back, her narrow eyes were evil and picky, "Zongzhong~"
Yan Tao's voice is clear and beautiful, the male and female voices are still a little nasal, and the tail note is slightly raised, which is full of bewitchment.
Qin Zong's simple casual clothes stood straight at the door, his eyes fell on the young man's glamorous smile, and his brows twisted.
The boy's messy black hair dripped water, and one or two droplets splashed on the white shirt, and he quickly fainted.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are shining, lazily leaning back on the chair, so gorgeous that it is thrilling.
Qin Zong's legs wrapped in black trousers stepped over, and he said in a very light voice, "If you catch a cold again, don't soak in the hot springs." ”
Young Master Yan rubbed against the man, it was clearly a handsome face, she hooked her lips and smiled, she could always reveal the evil spirit and bewitching, which tickled people's hearts.
"I haven't had time yet."
The young man put his hand on the man's waist, and he didn't care at all that his black hair wet Qin Zong's clothes.
The man's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he lifted the arched young man with one hand and threw it on the sofa with his backhand.
The action is rude and merciless.
Yan Tao took advantage of the situation to put on the edge of the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, and sent a look that you and I both understand, "What's the point of soaking in hot springs, how about we do a big set of health care?" ”
Qin Zong smiled.
It's cold.
The man's bony fingers pressed on the young man's thin shoulder, and he really wanted to strangle this little bastard.
No one dared to be angry with him.
Yan Tao hooked his lips and smiled, trying to sell himself with a sky-high advertisement, "Sir, although I have a small experience, I have a lot of experience and sophisticated methods. You who are absolutely serving, desire, immortal, desire, death......"
Qin Zong lowered his head and lowered his head, his dark phoenix eyes were full of anger, he raised his hand and slapped the young man, and pulled out a book from the table, "You should wash yourself well." ”
Yan Tao looked down.
The title of the book is "Guanyin Heart Sutra"
"Come here."
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Yan Tao: Ah, my daughter-in-law wants to blow my hair.
The young man got up and walked leisurely, the whole process was reserved and indifferent, and he was very extravagant.
However, when he was about to reach the chair, Qin Zong's long arm tugged and pulled hard.
Stuff the boy directly into the seat as a pillow.
"Don't move."
He turned on the hair dryer, rubbed the boy's hairy hair with his left hand, bent down slightly, and helped Yan Tao dry his hair.
The young man's whole body melted into the seat, her eyelids moved, and she looked at the man's noble and delicate side face in the hot air.
In Star Field, cosmetic surgery technology has been developed to the point of perfection.
People with a little money, who don't want to make themselves look more beautiful.
It's pleasing to the eye, isn't it?
Those who wander around the aristocratic circles basically follow perfect proportions and have an almost impeccable face.
However, Young Master Yan never looked at them much.
She felt sick.
With a mask on top, she was tired of looking at herself.
It's best to be a daughter-in-law.
In the golden sunlight, the man's slender fingers were so white that they were almost transparent.
Every inch of bone joints is almost perfect.
Partial and not giving people a feeling of weakness, his snow-white cuffs were pulled up two or three inches, and in the eyes of the young man, he was like a flawless jade.
Amazing looking.
The young man's gaze slowly deepened from appreciation, the color of his peach blossom eyes turned into a deep one, and under the inky pupils, there was naked possessiveness.