Wake up every day in the Shura field

After watching TV for a while and confirming that Yan Huaiyu was no longer in Vic Star, Qing Yan went out of the room to check out at the front desk, but happened to bump into Ah Xiu who came to check out with Xinpao Youye. He was gone last night, Ah Xiu didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and turned around to find a new love and continue to play. Another scumbag.

It stands to reason that when the incident happened last night, the two parties would be more or less embarrassed, but obviously these two people are not ordinary people, so they tacitly let go of what happened last night, said hello and parted ways. The whole process was blushing and heartbeating.

On the other hand, the man next to Ah Xiu didn't seem like someone who would be dismissed easily. Ah Xiu might not be able to get away so easily this time, but all of this had nothing to do with Qing Yan.

When he arrived at the company in the aircraft, it was almost noon, but the employees who came and went did not respond to the lazy behavior of their own boss, obviously they had long been accustomed to it.

After arriving at his office, Qing Yan directly ignored the pile of documents piled up on the desktop, and instead walked towards the cubicle, intending to take a nap.

In fact, he didn't feel good along the way.

After all, it was the first time he had experienced this kind of physical pain, and Yan Huaiyu's technique hadn't improved in thousands of years. Last night was really good, but the pain was not fake.

After sleeping all afternoon, he finally got better, and Qing Yan also woke up, but he was too lazy to move, so he just lay on his side with his head propped up, bickering with hhhh from time to time.

Just when he was right on top of him teasingly, there was a knock on the door, Qing Yan raised his eyebrows and asked the robot to open the door.

The secretary followed the robot into the cubicle, and saw at a glance that her boss, who likes to be lazy from time to time, was lying on his side on the bed at this time, with his white wrist slightly raised, and he yawned lazily covering his mouth, with water in his eyes. Fog, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and they were about to close, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

The secretary is used to seeing this man's good looks, but seeing him again is still pleasing to the eye, but it's a pity, a man with such good conditions is actually gay...

Qing Yan half-closed her eyes, looking like she couldn't wake up, and asked lazily: "What are you thinking about?"

His voice was still hoarse when he first woke up, and it was even more magnetic, making it extraordinarily pleasant to listen to.

The secretary calmed down and said with a smile, "Boss, are you recovering from your illness?"

His face was rosy, and he looked almost good.

When she went to visit some time ago, seeing this man's terminally ill appearance, she thought she was going to change her boss. Although the little boss is good-looking and capable, but she has been with the boss for so many years, and she really can't bear to part with this man. die.

Not to mention her, most of Vic Star's little shou couldn't bear it.

Qing Yan chuckled, and raised the end of her eyes slightly: "Do you think I'm going to die?"

"No." The secretary denied with a hippie smile, and then handed a beautifully crafted post to Qing Yan: "Boss, this is an invitation sent by Ai Wen. He is going to hold a dinner party in the city tonight."

"Ai Wen?" Qing Yan raised his hand and raised the post, and raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood: "I haven't seen this guy for a long time."

The corner of the secretary's mouth twitched, and he thought: That's right, you two gangsters didn't leave behind a bunch of hard-working employees to go out for a while.

As night falls, in the bright and luxurious hall, the whole floor is covered with high-quality moonstones, winding to unknown depths with no end in sight, just like the old routine thousands of years ago, these people always like to put the transparent high The cups are arranged in a triangle shape, and the bright lights shine on the wine, which is clear and sparkling.

This is a large-scale dinner party, and anyone with ability and status in the entire galaxy can participate. Here, you don't have to worry about not being able to find your partner.

Well-dressed aristocrats and ladies gather here, whispering and laughing together in twos and threes. Some people are full of success without a smile, and some are discouraged because they came here for nothing. Everyone is using every minute and every second to find a partner. , and strive to seek greater benefits for themselves.

When Qing Yan came, what he saw was such a group of slippery foxes plotting against each other, and he thought he was one of these people back then.

Outside this hall, there are so many rich people coming and going, Qing Yan's one person plus a suspension car is really not an eye-catching, except for some nympho little girls who glance at him from time to time, there is no one. What a disturbance.

But even so, someone still focused his attention on him. After all, the fact that he was about to die of illness caused quite a stir in the circle.

The blond middle-aged man who was chatting with his partner caught a glimpse of Qing Yan who was walking towards the hall from the corner of his eye. He wondered, "Is that the eldest son of the Qing family? Didn't he say he was sick and couldn't stand up a while ago?" , is it almost dead? Why do I look healthier than me?"

The person next to him followed the sight of the blond middle-aged man, caught that slender and elegant figure, and then snorted inexplicably: "Who knows, I didn't see the little guy next to him this time. It's strange to say that the little lover on the bed has changed countless times for many years, but the little boy he raised can still follow him all the time, just like raising a son."

"That's not it," the blond middle-aged man also smiled: "Although there is no blood relationship and no formal adoption, it really hurts to the apex of my heart. I heard that he made a will at the beginning, and after his death, his family property, parents, brothers, etc. If you don’t even give it, just give it to the little guy, what do you think he thinks.”

"What else can I think, with such a pair of parents..."

The conversation between the two was mixed in the surrounding noise, so there was no need to worry about being heard by the person involved. Soon, the topic was dropped by the two, and they picked up the cooperation that they had just talked about and continued.

Qing Yan did not enter the hall immediately, but took out the communicator to broadcast a number. Not long after, a young man walked out of the hall. He was quite tall, his eyes were the color of emerald, crystal clear, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was dressed in Saobao, every gesture is full of coquettishness.

Even so, he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"Tsk tsk," the young man circled Qing Yan twice, then punched Qing Yan in the chest, and scolded with a smile, "Aren't you dead yet?"

"If you don't die, you will beat me to death." Qing Yan's eyes wavered slightly, and he gave him an angry look: "Look at your legs, they are so soft, if you can't do it, do less."

"To each other," Ai Wen said to Qing Yan, and led the people in: "I heard the news that you recovered from your illness two days ago. I still couldn't believe it. I didn't expect it to be true."

Qing Yan laughed: "What are you looking at? Is there a ghost behind me?"

"It's really a ghost," Aiwen asked, bluffing, "I said, where's that brat in your family? Why didn't you follow your ass today?"

Qing Yan glanced at him with a half-smile, and uttered two words in an unclear manner: "Dead."

"Blow, blow hard."

Ai Wen didn't believe it, he muttered: "If you don't say it, don't say it, if you know how to lie to me, am I really so easy to lie?"

In a blink of an eye, the two came to a corner of the hall. Qing Yan saw that there was no one sitting on the sofa this time, so he said strangely: "Are you... rehabilitated?"

No wonder Qing Yan made such a big fuss, it was because Ai Wen, no matter where he went or what he did, would always be accompanied by a good-looking little boy, but today the sun really came out from the west, and this time he didn't bring anyone with him.

"Why?" Ai Wen replied angrily, raised his hand and handed Qing Yan a glass of wine, his eyes drifted behind Qing Yan: "See if that person is there, my new goal is just too difficult to handle."

Qing Yan took the wine and turned her back to look in Ai Wen's direction, and said with great interest: "Just the man in the black suit?"

The man Qing Yan was talking about was chatting with a curly-haired girl at the moment. Although he couldn't see his face, he was in good shape, and his clothes were ironed straight. The most outstanding thing was his temperament, which was particularly abstinent.

"Well, it's been two months, and it hasn't happened yet." Ai Wen's tone was unprecedentedly frustrated.

Qing Yan took a sip of his wine, and praised with a smile in his eyes: "That's right, my eyesight is finally back."

Ai Wen was proud: "That is, I don't even look at it..."

Qing Yan sneered and interrupted him: "So that's why you didn't visit me once during the two months when I was about to die?"

Ai Wen immediately hesitated: "How can I, no matter how much I am addicted to beauty, I won't stop seeing you. It is really that little brat of yours who takes you too seriously. Don't you?" Knowing how many of us wanted to see you in the last two months, you can form a group with just your little lovers, but that guy insists on not letting any of us go, not even me!"

The more Ai Wen talked, the angrier he became, and he didn't notice the pensive expression of the person next to him at all: "Tell me, just based on my relationship with you, why should he..."

"Ah..." A cry of exclamation interrupted Ai Wen's angry words, and also interrupted Qing Yan's thoughts.

Ai Wen frowned, wondering who was so ignorant to yell on this occasion.

However, Ivan soon understood why the exclamation came from.

"My lord bishop, and my lord priest!"

This sentence was like water falling into a frying pan, instantly boiling the audience, and everyone looked towards the door one by one.

Although the two figures at the door came in casual clothes, their two faces have appeared on the Internet countless times, especially the latter, which is the belief in the hearts of most people in the galaxy.

"Didn't these two adults never leave Capital Star? How did they come to Vic Star?"

"After seeing the real lord priest, I found that lord priest is really not in good health, his face is too pale, but although lord priest looks sick, he is not shorter than lord bishop."

"Really, but I still prefer the bishop, it looks so gentle."

……

The surrounding discussions are endless, and one can imagine how important these two people are in the hearts of the masses.

There were too many people in front of them, blocking the sight of Qing Yan and Ai Wen, not to mention people, they couldn't even see a shadow.

However, although Aiwen couldn't see anyone, he also showed a happy expression: "Look, baby! It's the priest, my idol!"

Of course Qing Yan knew that the priest was this guy's idol, he was just wondering how the bishop and the priest came to Vic Star like everyone else, after all, in his vague memory, these two people had only stayed in the capital star, never left.

hhhh: "La la la la! The little inkstone has two little attackers coming, let's do it! I am optimistic about you!"

Qing Yan raised her eyebrows: "Baby, did you peek at the pornographic movies in my computer, huh?"

hhhh: "...how do you know!!!"

"Of course it's because..."

hhhh: "???"

Qing Yan chuckled, and continued: "Because, you are stupid."

hhhh: "..." Break up the relationship!

Because of Siha's sentence "Go ahead", Qing Yan's attention was completely attracted by these three words, so much so that he completely forgot to be curious about which two of his new exes were found.

When he remembered this matter again and wanted to take a look, the surrounding discussions had disappeared, and the audience was a little too quiet, and there were two more fleshy walls in front of him.

"A Yan." A gentle and deep male voice sounded.

Tsk, that voice sounds a little familiar.

Qing Yan raised his head casually, his eyes swept over them lightly, and after seeing the appearance of the two clearly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit playful.

There is no other reason, because these two people are the only people who have offended him in the world he has traveled through...

To be honest, if he didn't give these two people a hard time, he would feel sorry for the days when he was locked up in a small dark room.

The two men in front of them have somewhat similar temperament and appearance, but one of them is weaker, and at the moment they are just looking at him quietly, with countless emotions in their eyes, and there seems to be something in their tightly pursed lips. There are countless words hidden in the throat.

Qing Yan bent her lips and said in a good temper: "I'm sorry, you have admitted the wrong person, I don't know you."

After all, he didn't care what emotions the two of them were in. He turned around and was about to leave, but his wrists were tightly held and he couldn't break free.

On the light green imperial capital star in the center of the galaxy, there are beautifully carved palaces and jade buildings all over the place, standing on top of each other, and the palace in the bustling center is extremely luxurious and dazzling.

The night was getting dark, and the man standing by the window was dressed in an ironed military uniform, making his figure tall and straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his face was indifferent, and the whole body was surrounded by ice and snow-like coldness, noble and alienated.

"My lord, I'm in the main city of Vecstar."

The man tapped his finger on the window sill, and said lightly, "Yes."

There was no sound again.

Da da da……

In the spacious hall, it was so quiet that there was not even a sound of breathing, and the crisp knocking sound seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

The visitor stood there for an unknown amount of time, and their indifferent king finally opened his mouth again: "Marshal is also on Vic these two days?"

Obviously, the tone of voice was still without any ups and downs, but the visitor smelled something unusual inexplicably.

"Yes, but I have returned in the morning, and I should still be in the military headquarters. Is the king going to summon the marshal?"

"No, you go down."

"Yes."