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Yuan Ziyu listened, and reached out and hugged people in his arms.

He reached out and touched Su Yan's body.

I don't know, I thought it was taking advantage.

After touching for a long time, I finally found a scarf in the pocket next to her.

Su Yan doubts

"doing what?"

Yuan Zizhen held the handkerchief to be attached to Su Yan's forehead.

Just when you are about to paste it, hold your hand.

In a blink of an eye, he put the pouch in his pocket.

Bend over and lift Su Yan.

He casually

"The body is too weak, so practice more."

Talking, holding Su Yan and walking to the backyard.

Behind them, a group of petrified subordinates.

This ... Is the young master talking about Su Yan or satire? ?

Everyone looked at each other and looked at each other.

Without talking one by one, I lay on the ground and started doing push-ups.

Defeated by a woman.

Beaten by a woman in turn.

Well, is there anything more embarrassing than this?

Just now, the young marshal must have secretly warned them that they are too lazy on weekdays.

Think about it this way, one by one, the push-ups are more vigorous there.

Su Yan lay in bed all afternoon.

There is no energy at all.

Alas.

Until more than five in the afternoon.

She glanced at the clock.

Is it time to return to Paramount?

Think so.

Sit up.

She clenched her fists.

I still find it hard to work.

The fight at noon today is overloaded, and now it feels like my body is drained.

Rest for a while.

Stand up.

She stepped out of the door.

One afternoon, Yuan Zizhen was with her.

Until half an hour ago, a confidential copy came.

He just left.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the guard standing outside.

Su Yan spoke seriously

"Where is Motoko?"

When the guard heard Su Yan calling directly to the young master's name, he first hesitated.

However, at noon today, Miss Bai Mudan alone won over the capable backbone of more than a dozen young marshals.

Respect the strong, which is the same truth no matter where you go.

The guard said

"White girl, the young marshal is not in the house and went to the marshal's house."

After listening to Su Yan, he asked again

"Is he still back?"

guard

"Generally, the young marshals will return to Marshal's Mansion where they will have dinner and come back here."

After dinner, I guess it will be late.

Think of it this way, Su Yan said

"I'm going back to Paramount. Can you find a car to take me back?"

The guard hesitated for a moment.

As soon as I thought this was the guest invited by the young master, he immediately said

"of course can."

Follow up, the guard poses please

"White girl, please follow me."

Talking, he led Su Yan to walk outside the house.

On this way out, the guard couldn't help looking back at Su Yan.

The white peony girl looked emaciated and thin. She really picked the dozen soldiers by herself? ?

The more he looked, the more doubtful the guard was.

Of course, his face was not obvious, but he quickly escorted Su Yan into the car and watched her leave.

The night soon came.

Paramount's makeup backstage.

Su Yan wore a white silk dress.

The original body was slender and tall, and it was a walking clothes rack, which looked good on what to wear.

She sat there rubbing her wrists.

There was a gradual swelling of the right wrist.

I haven't noticed it before, I just feel exhausted.

I took a break now and found that my wrist was swollen.