After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

You have poor foundation, what kind of tricks can you play? You don't want you to be smart all your life, but end up dying under the peonies, right? "

After all, Zhao Yelan couldn't hold back and kicked him hard.

Yan Mingting smiled: "Yes, that's it, just let me out if you are angry, what are you doing in Fireworks and Willow Lane?"

Zhao Yelan: "If I vent my anger on you, you will threaten me with a sword."

"I just scared you, come on, just kick it." Yan Mingting stood up straight, with a heroic look on his face.

"Then you sit down and can't resist."

"No problem." Yan Mingting immediately changed seats with him, and sat obediently on the chair.

"What if you resist?"

"I swear, if I resist, I will be your grandson!" After Yan Mingting finished speaking harshly, he saw that he did not do anything, but went to the room to fetch the rope, and said in surprise, "You, you are going to do this!" what?"

When Butler Tan heard that the two masters had returned to the mansion, he brought Xiao Gao and a group of servants to the courtyard. He wanted to discuss the anniversary of the death of the old general, but when he arrived at the door, he saw the general **** on a chair. The chin was pinched by Zhao Yelan: "Stay obediently and don't move around."

Just as Xiao Gao was about to speak, Butler Tan covered his mouth, then made a gesture to everyone, and slipped away with his waist hooked.

Xiao Gao: "Umm...why are you stopping me?"

"You almost ruined the good things of the general and his wife!" Butler Tan said bitterly, seeing that he was stupefied again, he just waved his hands and said, "Go and boil some hot water."

Xiao Gao thinks the General's Mansion is not good at all! There is nowhere to display his skills, and he is always dragged to boil hot water!

The two people in the room naturally heard the footsteps of the servants, Zhao Yelan turned around to close the doors and windows without leaving a single gap.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Mingting looked down at the rope on his body, his face was blushing and his heart was beating, "Could it be that you just want to force me to submit because you can't woo me?"

Zhao Yelan went around the table and looked back at him when he heard the words, and curled his lips together: "You always said I like you, but when I mentioned it, I smiled so happily. Is it because I like you, or because you like me?" And me?"

Yan Mingting smiled for a moment, as if he was stunned by this question, his brain stopped thinking for a moment, and even his body felt slightly numb. When Zhao Yelan walked towards him slowly, he heard the sound of his heart beating again, which was much faster than the opponent's footsteps.

Zhao Yelan's facial features were gradually and clearly presented before his eyes. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed subconsciously. His expression was blank and mixed with indescribable expectation. When he was about to speak, when he saw the thing in his hand, He was shocked for a moment: "What are you doing with the incense! Put that thing down quickly! You can't do it!"

Yan Mingting was struggling on the chair, Zhao Yelan smiled, lit several incense sticks calmly, and placed a circle around him: "If you dare to resist, you are my grandson."

"Ah Qiu! Zhao Ye...Ah Qiu! Let me tell you...Ah Qiu! I'm going to draw...Ah Qiu Sword!"