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

Fake Yantao gritted his teeth, and those three words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

In the cold voice, there was endless hatred and malice.

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

"who?"

Fake Yantao took a deep breath, calmed down the expression on his face, and slowly sat up straight.

"It's me, Marshal."

Yuan Jing's calm voice came from outside the door, "There are documents that need you to sign."

"come in."

Yuan Jing responded and pushed the door open.

As soon as she entered the door, Yuan Jing saw the smashed table in the room.

Yuan Jing's snake-like eyes moved slightly, but she handed the information in her arms to fake Yan Tao as if she didn't see it.

"Here are the documents you need to sign."

"Some of them came from the local lord's palace, and some of them are Yunxiao Fleet's financial expenditure report for this year."

"Bring it over and let me take a look."

Fake Yantao reached out to take it, opened a copy casually, lowered his eyes, and scanned it at a glance.

Yuan Jing stood nearby and teased him as if he was joking: "Marshal, you have really changed a lot this time you came back."

"Is it possible that an engaged man will really start to feel responsible?"

"Marshal, I rarely ran to the main control room before."

Fake Yantao's fingers holding the information paused slightly, and he turned another page calmly: "Suddenly I felt that it would be good to stay here."

He put down the information, looked at Yuan Jing, and said with a half-smile: "What, you still have an opinion on where I stay?"

"How dare I have an opinion?"

Yuan Jing: "You are the marshal, you can do whatever you want."

He spread his hands, suddenly bent forward, pressed his elbows on the table, and leaned closer: "Marshal, you seem to be dark recently."

"Not as white as before."

"...It seems like I have a pimple."

Fake Yantao frowned slightly, his face expressionless: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Yuan Jing chuckled, took the signed document from fake Yan Tao, and turned around to leave.

When he turned around, Fake Yan Tao raised his face, and his eyes fell on Yuan Jing's leaving back, with an uncertain look in his eyes.

Yuan Jing took the stack of information and walked out of the main control room.

When he stood outside the door, his steps paused slightly.

Lowering his eyebrows, he glanced at the flamboyant words "Yantao" on the information, and shook his head silently.

That night.

Silent night enveloped the earth.

The entire Marshal's Mansion fell into calm.

Yan Tao stood in front of his room, looking far away at the building in the center of the courtyard not far away.

The next second, he put his right hand on the window, his wrist suddenly exerted force, and he silently jumped from the window to the lawn outside the room.

However, as soon as she stood on the grass, Yan Tao felt as if something furry was tickling her feet.

Young Master Yan raised his eyes slightly and turned to look over.

He met Chu Xue's eyes that were faintly glowing in the darkness.

The big tiger was hitting her calf with his big head.

At the same time, he stretched out his two fleshy front paws and hugged Yan Tao's stepping foot like a king.

Yan Tao squatted down.

The index finger of his right hand was slightly bent and tapped on Chu Xue's furry forehead: "Why are you here?"

A low purr came from Chuxue's throat.

It suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a licked, wet transparent medicine bottle into Yan Tao's hand.

Master Yan held the potion bottle with two fingers in disgust.

It took all of his strength to resist the urge to throw this thing out.

Chuxue spit out what was in her mouth and stretched out comfortably.

Wow!

Finally I can eat meat!