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Shang Ye turned his attention to An Qing: "How much gambling debt do you owe?"

"50...50!" An Qing rolled his uneasy eyes, he didn't owe that much, only more than 30, but he felt that Shang Ye wanted to help him repay his gambling debts, so he said more. , so that after paying off the gambling debt, it is enough to live for a while.

"How much money did you borrow for An Zhi to go to school?"

"6 million!"

Shangye nodded: "I can transfer you 100 million, but you have to promise me that starting today, as long as you take this 100 million, you will have nothing to do with An Zhi in the future, understand?"

When An Qing heard the number of 100 million, An Qing was so happy that he almost flew up. He opened his mouth like a lion just now, and made such nonsense, but he didn't expect to get 100 million: "Okay! I agree! I agree, I agree. I will never pester you again."

Shang Ye took out his phone: "Take out your communicator, and I will transfer the money to you."

"Master Shang, I knew you were rich and powerful..."

"Shut up! I transferred the money to you because you are An Zhi's father. I was afraid that he would make trouble, otherwise, I wouldn't give you half a dime!"

With a beep, the transfer was successful. Anqing saw the 100 million in the account, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground. He finally didn't have to be afraid of those vicious debt collectors.

Scratching his hair, An Qing finally remembered his precious son who earned him 100 million: "That...Master Shang, please treat An Zhi better."

Shang Ye answered him with a cold snort of disdain, and smiled embarrassingly, An Qing took An Xin out of the villa.

Through the monitor, the two frowned and looked at the father and daughter who were dancing and walking outside while discussing what to eat and what to buy. Shang Ye said to An Zhi, "Is there anything you want to explain to me?"

An Zhi's curly hair drooped, and she looked very pitiful: "I don't even remember those things."

Shangye walked up to him, pinched his chin, and forced him to look into his eyes: "So you said that you drugged me and plotted me for money, and you don't have any feelings for me, do you?"

Shang Ye's eyes were heavy, and An Zhi's heart was heavy when he saw it, and he subconsciously refuted Shang Ye's words: "No."

Shangye raised one eyebrow: "So, you still have feelings for me?"

Although she knew it was a trap, An Zhi still had no choice but to jump into it: "There is... just a little... um..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Ye lowered his head and sucked his lips, and the smell of red wine rushed into his mouth, making An Zhi dizzy.

"Um...don't..."

An Zhi's face was blushing. Sure enough, Shangye is a despicable person, and he will take revenge immediately after suffering a loss!

The breathless An Zhi bit Shang Ye's lower lip without daring to use any force. It seemed like a provocation to Shang Ye, so he went deeper into his exploration until An Zhi was about to suffer from hypoxia. Choking, let him go.

Shangye licked his lips with insatiable desire: "Is it because of pheromones?"

"What?" An Zhi raised his head blankly, he was still a little dizzy and his feet were weak, so he had to lean against Shang Ye's arms, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the water was rippling, taking people's soul away .

"You are so sweet, maybe it's because of your milk-flavored pheromone..." Shangye thought about it for a while: "It's like silky chocolate with milk."

"You hate it, don't say it!"

An Zhi covered her face and ran away, tripping when she went out, listening to the muffled laughter behind her chest, An Zhi was so ashamed and angrily felt that Shangye must have released the smell of red wine on him just now The pheromones caused him to feel dizzy and his heart beat faster.

Shang Ye smiled, An Zhi's shy look is really funny, but he still has one important thing to do.

He took An Zhi to the hospital for an injury appraisal.

Half of An Zhi's face was swollen, An Qing didn't have much strength, but An Zhi's skin was too tender, and the final diagnosis was a minor injury.

After returning from the hospital, Shang Ye took out an ice pack and applied it to An Zhi's red and swollen area.

An Zhi nestled on the sofa and obediently raised her head: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

Shang Ye is too tall, standing in front of An Zhi like a god, An Zhi secretly looked at him while covering his face, and couldn't help but sigh the wonder of the Creator, how could he create such a perfect man? ?

Deep facial features, sharp lines, and graceful muscles are all things An Zhi longs for but never has.

An Zhi's shy gaze of admiration made Shangye feel comfortable.

"Can you sit down, I look up to see you working too hard, your neck hurts."

An Zhi blinked her eyes softly, and complained a bit.

"Then why are you looking at me? You can close your eyes." Shang Ye said coldly, but still found a seat beside An Zhi and sat down.

"I'm being polite!"

Although he didn't control his gaze just now, he still had to do a little respect for himself.

Shangye raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, but just showed an expression that what you said was right. He suddenly felt that it would be nice for the two of them to sit together so relaxedly.

"By the way, you must keep your awakened space ability a secret, and don't tell anyone."

"Yeah." An Zhi nodded his little furry head, like a little hamster, Shangye couldn't hold back, and reached out to ruffle his little curly hair.

On Monday, the sky was cloudy, and the rainstorm in July seemed to be coming soon.

Shang Ye has already prepared all the materials for applying for the Imperial Military Academy, and today he will go to the Spiritual Power Appraisal Center in Dragon City to appraise his mental power. He knows that other materials are secondary, as long as he has an S-level mental power appraisal Even if the culture class is a mess, the Imperial Capital Military Academy will make an exception for admission.

In his last life, he followed Shang Jianlin's arrangement and went to Longcheng's Mecha Mechanical Academy. After graduation, he was assigned jobs such as mecha construction and maintenance. He made a big detour and made countless military exploits. He finally became the marshal of the empire, and at that time he was already close to 60 years old.

It wasn't until he went to the battlefield for the last time, facing the siege of the 50 dragon army, that he exploded with all his strength, only then did he realize that he possessed the rare SSS-level spiritual power of the empire, but it was useless. The Dragon Clan basically had no suppression effect. In that battle, he exploded with all his strength, and finally died tragically. After being smashed by the Dragon Clan's artillery fire, it was time to be reborn.

There were too many doubts about his own death in the previous life, and what made Shang Ye doubt it at first was the identification he made.