He staggered, put one hand on Tang Yi's shoulder, his eyes hooked, vague, and said.

"Wait..."

"You take Tao Tao and Ding Yiming to the woods to practice..."

"The Five Continents Conference is coming."

"As a senior brother, you have to take more responsibility."

"Help them improve their strength."

Tang Yi was full of complaints, blind lights and black fires, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he practiced in the dense forest?

You can figure it out!

It is said that the young sect master is unreliable, does not play cards according to routines, does things according to preferences, and does not go through his brain, he can be regarded as knowledgeable today.

For example, although the cultural movement of the training team was instructed by the sect, Chu Ming used chicken feathers as an arrow, publicized it in a big way, infinitely amplified it, rectified his thinking, corrected his work style, and enforced it. As a result, the team trained, learned to put the cart before the horse, wasted a lot of time and energy, and did useless work, and even he had to pick up books and study hard.

Tang Yi squeezed out a smile, diverted the topic, and hurriedly said.

"Young Sect Master, you drank too much."

"Look at me, there's no!"

Chu Ming's face turned red, grabbed Tang Yi's clothes, and said with a mouth full of wine.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu didn't drink too much."

"I'm not drunk!"

Tang Yi smiled and said.

"You're just drunk, you can't drink enough, don't force it..."

"Drinking too much hurts your body."

Chu Ming was not happy, and pushed Tang Yi away, the latter sarcastically mocked him in front of everyone.

As the young sect master, the chief coach of the training team, where to put face?

His brain was dizzy, the smell of alcohol was surging, and he pointed at Tang Yi, grinding his teeth and chiseling his teeth.

"Rolling mud horses..."

"Lao Tzu has a lot of wine!"

He grabbed a bottle of Erguotou, uncorked it, and gurgled as if drinking mineral water, without stopping.

Everyone was shocked, what did the young sect master do?

A whole bottle of two pots!

Chu Ming's face turned even redder, his eyes widened, he looked ahead, and a breeze blew, like a bamboo pole, and fell straight down.

Except for the sound of the fire beating, the scene was silent and silent.

Until Wang Lin's eyes were red and his eyes were bloodshot, he ran towards Chu Ming and shouted wildly.

"Young Sect Master!"

A group of people reacted, and a honeycomb surrounded Chu Ming.

Four or five people, like a dead pig, got Chu Ming into an abandoned villa.

Tang Yi took advantage of the chaos and secretly left the park.

He used a little trick to get Chu Ming drunk, so as not to let this guy be troublesome and affect him to go home to do things.

This bastard, every night to check the room, count the number of people, often not once or twice, even in the middle of the night three watches patrol, the whole team, just him, the best spirit, always tireless.

Even Tang Chaowen and Tang Yichuan stayed in the park honestly, not daring to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

As a senior brother, he didn't want to mess with the rules, for fear that Chu Ming would find trouble.

After a few days of getting along, he roughly figured out the character of the young sect master.

This guy can't stand the praise, and he doesn't go through the agitation, first raise and then suppress, come and go, and get him drunk, no problem.

He really couldn't figure it out, the young sect master's virtue? This IQ?

Can you lead a sect?

With his brain on his head, the young sect master's many behaviors puzzled him.

In the rules of the Tang Gate, there is a rule that it is strictly forbidden to eat and drink indiscriminately and gather to drink.

The young sect master doesn't take it seriously, and he doesn't want to do too much.

Now is not the time to think about that.

Under his abdomen, it was already burning and itching.

Forty minutes later, he returned home and stood up at the door.

Qin Yan has pink lips, white silk over her knees, transformed into a blue magic angel, holding a thick dark blue barrel in her hand, long sky-blue hair, hanging down to her round buttocks, under her long eyelashes, flashing smoke-blue contact lenses, slender earrings, and pointed nails, embellished with dreamy colors.

She looked arrogant, high up, and pointed the barrel of the gun at Tang Yi.

Tang Yi's heart was surging, his blood was boiling, and he almost messed up and threw himself headlong.

He pressed his excitement, took out his camera, and took a picture of her.

I'll make you beautiful for a while, and I'll be there later...

Qin Yan changed her posture and posed in various poses.

Sometimes sweet and lovely, pouting and cute, sometimes cold and noble, cold and frosty, sometimes charming, amorous, sometimes gentle and gentle like jade, and the blue heart, like a painting, a thousand postures, beautiful.

An hour later...

Tang Yi took more than 100 photos.

After Qin Yan watched it, she was partially dissatisfied and asked for a reshoot.

Tang Yi's soul is not reluctant, he is hungry and thirsty, and he can't taste the delicious food in his mouth, as if thousands of ants are biting, itching all over his body, and there is nowhere to vent.

He filmed for another half hour, panting and breathing heavily, and put down the camera.

This time my wife should be satisfied, right?

He was in a hurry, impatient, and driven by instinct, he put his hands on the crotch of his pants and released them slightly, revealing a gap.

Qin Yan looked at the photos, her expression was focused, she was comparing them one by one, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and some of the poses' demeanor and posture were not perfectly presented.

Her pursuit of art, excellence, sincerity, harshness and seriousness, drilling the horns of the cow, the slightest flaw, will become a grain of sand in the eyes, and obsessive-compulsive disorder is rampant.

"Yan'er, it's not too early."

"Can we..."

Tang Yi's face was red, his ears were hot, and he was panting and his chest was tight.

He has been holding back since he entered the door, and his whole body seems to be scorched, which is really uncomfortable.

Qin Yan looked at the time, it was half past ten.

Tomorrow morning, I will preside over the company's morning meeting.

As the administrative director of a foreign company, she is usually busy with work, and COS is just a hobby.

Of course, she understands what her husband is thinking.

This big villain, who has always had an unhealthy mind, always wants to wipe her dry and eat it all, and do whatever he wants.

"No, you can't!" Qin Yan said coldly.

"I'm tired..."

"We'll sleep in separate rooms tonight, and you can rest early."

His wife's words were like a scoop of cold water, poured on Tang Yi's head.

Co-authored Lao Tzu took a huge risk, ran all the way back, and took photos for you for more than an hour, with no benefits at all?

His face was flushed, his ears were ringing and he was dizzy, he walked over in a few steps, hugged Qin Yan's slender and soft waist, and breathed rapidly.

"Baby, I'm begging you."

"You're my wife."

"I love you so much..."

"You have pity on me, you can't be so cruel to me."

Qin Yan pushed him away and said in a tough tone.

She's determined tonight that she won't be cheap for this big villain.

"I've said it many times..."

"Cos is my interest, please respect the archetypal character."

"Can't let you do whatever you want."

With that, she turned and left.

Tang Yi's whole body was hot, and the fire in his abdomen had been ignited, spreading to all his limbs and bones, and his blood vessels were fine.

This fire must go!

Besides, my wife is so beautiful in dressing, just look at it, take pictures, what a pity, it's just burning the piano and cooking the crane, and destroying the heavens.

The soft ones can't work, they can only come to the hard ones.

In front of beauty, he will not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and the supremacy of enjoyment is happiness.

Obviously, he is a man who understands life.