The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Master Yan couldn't think of a way to deal with it, and Master Qin had already come to pick him up.

The young man had just taken a shower, and his skin was white and shiny. She was leaning against the table with her white shirt loosely wrapped around her body. When she looked back, the tails of her narrow eyes were twitching evilly, "Zong Zong~"

Yan Tao's voice was clear and pleasant, her androgynous voice was a bit nasal, and the tail was slightly raised, full of bewitching meaning.

Qin Zong stood straight at the door in simple casual clothes, his eyes fell on the young man's charming smile, and his brows furrowed.

The boy's messy black hair was dripping with water, and two drops of water splashed on the white shirt, and he quickly fainted.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes shone brightly, and she sat lazily on the chair, her beauty was shockingly gorgeous.

Qin Zong stepped forward with his legs wrapped in black trousers, and said in a very calm voice, "If you catch a cold again, don't soak in the hot spring."

Young Master Yan rubbed against the man, she clearly had a handsome face, and when she curled her lips into a smile, she could always reveal evil spirits and bewitching, making people itch.

"I haven't had time to close yet."

The young man put his hands on the man's waist, and didn't care about getting Qin Zong's clothes wet with his black hair.

The man's eyes as deep as the sea were full of irritability, he lifted the chaotic young man with one hand, and threw it onto the sofa with his backhand.

Be rude and merciless.

Yan Tao leaned on the edge of the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, and gave a look that you and I understand each other, "What's the point of soaking in hot springs, how about we do a set of health care?"

Qin Zong smiled.

very cold.

The man's bony fingers pressed on the young man's thin shoulders, he really wanted to strangle this little bastard to death.

No one dared to anger him.

Yan Tao pursed his lips and smiled, trying to sell himself with extravagant advertisements, "Sir, although my experience is small, I have a lot of experience and sophisticated techniques. I will definitely serve you, desire, immortality, desire, death... "

Qin Zong lowered his head, his dark phoenix eyes surged with hostility, raised his hand and slapped the young man down, and took 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 over."

?

Yan Tao: Yeah, my wife wants to blow my hair.

The young man stood up and walked leisurely, the whole process was reserved and indifferent, extremely noble.

However, when he was almost at the edge of the chair, Qin Zong pulled his long arm, hard - pull.

Just stuff the boy into the seat as a pillow.

"do not move."

He turned on the hair dryer, rubbed the boy's fluffy hair with his left hand, bent down slightly, and helped Yan Tao dry his hair.

The young man melted into the seat, and she moved her eyelids to see the man's dignified and delicate side face in the hot wind.

In Star Fields, plastic surgery technology has been developed to the most perfect point.

People with a little money don't want to look more beautiful.

It's pleasing to watch, isn't it?

Those who walk around in the noble circle basically follow perfect proportions and have an almost impeccable face.

However, Young Master Yan never looked at them more than once.

She feels sick.

With all the fake faces on her face, she felt tired just looking at it herself.

Still the best daughter-in-law.

Under the broken golden sunlight, the man's slender fingers were so white that they were almost transparent.

Every inch of joint is almost perfect.

He was so born that he would not give people a feeling of weakness. His snow-white cuffs were rolled up two or three inches, and in the eyes of the young man, he looked like a flawless jade.

It looks amazing.

The young man's eyes gradually deepened from admiration, and the color of his peach blossom eyes turned deep, and under the dark pupils, there was a naked possessive desire.