Tamer of the Beast

"If you step out of this door without giving me an answer, you will fall to the ground within three steps." Ye Yan put his arms around his shoulders. In other words, if the madam dares to go to Leng Yiming's place now, he will definitely die.

The old bustard winked at Lu Luo. Lu Luo was still quite smart and left immediately.

"Young master, I promise you, don't I?" The old madam felt a little bitter in her throat. She had been taking care of Zuijun Garden for ten years, and she gave it up because she was afraid of death. She was ridiculous!

Ye Yan sat down on the bed

"How do you expect me to trust you?"

The old madam was a smart man. He found the four treasures of the study from the cabinet and put them on the table: "If you don't believe me, you can sign the receipt."

Ye Yan glanced at the rice paper, then nodded with satisfaction and picked up the pen.

Before the last word was spoken, there was a noise outside the room, and a cold smile crossed Ye Yan's face. The Madam's reinforcements had arrived.

Several guards rushed in, holding sabers in their hands, pointing directly at Ye Yan. Ye Yan put down his pen and faced the man who walked in slowly after the guards without any panic.

Leng Yiming wore a crescent-colored robe. This color always seemed very inappropriate in a brothel, as if it insulted the nobility of the silver.

"Put it all down." He waved his hand without emotion and stood a few meters away from Ye Yan. These eyes looked very familiar.

Leng Yiming held a woman in his arms. She had smart phoenix eyes, thin willow-leaf eyebrows, and a cherry mouth so red that people couldn't help but want to grab her fragrance. This woman's facial features were neat, and she looked much more beautiful at first glance.

Her brows were slightly frowned due to dissatisfaction, but they relaxed completely when she saw Ye Yan.

What a handsome man. If Leng Yiming is the cruel, domineering, and cold type, then this man is the cold, bloody type.

"Are you the one Lu Luo is talking about?" Leng Yiming pursed her thin lips and asked.

Ye Yan did not flinch, but when facing Leng Yiming, she liked it. Special forces should deal with such an opponent to have a sense of challenge.

"Does it make any difference whether it is or not? Cats and mice are not as good as dogs."

The old bustard took the opportunity to ask for help from Leng Yiming: "Third Prince, this is the young master who forced me to give up Zuijun Garden to him."

When Zi Xi, the woman next to Leng Yiming heard this, she began to fight for her injustice.

"Your Majesty, look"

"Xi'er, don't interrupt"

Zi Xi was stunned for a moment. When had Leng Yiming ever told her to shut up?

"Woman, you look really good pretending to be a man, but it's a pity that Zuijunyuan is not a suitable place for you to show your face."

Leng Yiming finally remembered that the woman he met on the street that day had these eyes.