Seeing the checkbook pushed in front of him, Master Bo's eyes narrowed, and when he raised his head, he saw that Yan Yanqi had already turned around and was about to leave the pavilion.
"You don't think I'm a good talker, do you?"
Hearing this, Yan Yanqi's right foot paused slightly, and then she turned around and smiled at Master Bo: "You are free, Xiao Qi retreated first."
"Ignoring you is my arrogance Turning around neatly, the black tuxedo made a graceful arc in the air, and then fell.
Yan Yanqi restrained his smile the moment he turned around.
I'm embarrassed to buy her, and it depends on whether she is willing or not.
Forced to buy and sell something, she doesn't eat this set.
"Stop" had just taken two steps, and five or six black-clothed people poured out around them, they were wearing black uniform zhifu, and the embroidery pattern of golden silk thread on the lower side of the shoulder was dazzling under the illumination of the light.
A number "7", the last stroke, that one vertically, pulled straight from the shoulder position to the waist.
Not bad, the clothes are very stylish Sighing secretly, Yan Yanqi looked at the burly few people and smiled, "Have you lost a few of you, where do you want to go, Mansion No. 7 is indeed very big, and it is normal to get lost."
Do you want to go to the door, I'll take you there. ” Yan Yanqi talked to himself, and then walked in the front, with a harmless female duck on his face, as if he really didn't know what the purpose of these people was.
As soon as she walked in front of a few people, Yan Yanqi narrowed her eyes, and a fist hit behind her, she hooked her lips and smiled, and a guy in her sleeve seemed to be about to move With a "snap", a long throwing stick hit the wrist of a man in black behind him mercilessly.
On the picture in the living room, everyone was stunned, and all of them were Yan Yanqi's smile in their minds, and then they turned around, and their movements were smooth, and they only saw the hem of the clothes lift up and fall.
But when did she have a weapon in her hand?
There was a faint smile on the corner of Bo Qichen's mouth, one hand against his mouth, and a smile slipped under his eyes.
He was right The few people behind him looked at the figure on the screen, and also laughed proudly, looking at their mother and father opposite, their eyes were all provocative, as if to say: Look, this is the housekeeper we picked ourselves, handsome or not Yan Yanqi raised his eyebrows, "Several, do you want to ask my opinion when you do it in Mansion No. 7?"
” Old Man Bo stood not far away, put away his surprised expression, and said coldly: "Who do you think you are?"
"The Seventh Master said that except for a few heirs, I have the final say in Mansion No. 7. àishēn deed's personal butler.
Retracting the slinger on the wrist of the man in black, Yan Yanqi stood up straight, gently stroked the burgundy bangs with one hand, and slowly spoke: "What is intimate means that I am fully responsible for the affairs of the young masters, which means that here, my words still have some weight."
As soon as the words fell, she looked at Master Bo and smiled harmlessly: "Actually, Master Bo, these bodyguards of yours may not be able to beat me."
She turned her shrunken stick with one hand and smiled wickedly.
There was a provocation in his eyes.
"Don't talk too much, otherwise it will hurt to slap your face."
Old Man Bo snorted, and there were faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Yan Yanqi stood there, her back to the light, the white light behind her surrounding her, gilding her surroundings with a circle of light
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