Married to a dragon after dressing as a sick beauty

"Are you checking my post?" Yu Ling smiled and bent over to approach him: "You didn't say you were coming to see me this afternoon."

Yan Zong moved back two centimeters without making a sound.

Yu Ling suppressed a smile, seeing the people around him looking this way, he mercifully let him go, and got into the car from the other side.

When the car started, he stretched casually, rubbing his stomach that was accidentally full: "Where are you going?"

"Who did you meet just now?" Yan Zong repeated.

Yu Ling folded his arms: "I asked first, answer me first."

Yan Zong stared at him sideways, and after a while said to Yan Nanqing in the front seat: "Check it out."

"That's not good." Yu Ling stretched his voice, "Mr. Yan is really boring."

Yan Nanqing moved quickly in front: "Jiang Fang is eating with Young Master Yu Ling."

The Taoist priest of Qingyuan Temple?

Yan Zong frowned slightly, and when he looked at Yu Ling again, the faint curse aura he noticed just now had completely disappeared.

Could it be that Yu Xuan sensed the curse in his body and went to a Taoist priest to remove it, but this argument doesn't explain why Jiang Fang would transfer him 150 million yuan, and judging from the previous return, Yu Xuan could ask himself for help instead of going all the way to find Jiang square.

There was no mention of Yu Xuan's intersection with Qingyuan Temple in the information that was found at the beginning.

"Now can you tell me where I'm going?" Yu Ling crossed his arms, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his index finger tapped on his upper arm.

If Sal saw it, he must know that he was not in a good mood at the moment.

"Song Qingwei and Song Yuan want to see you," Yan Zong said.

Song Qingwei is the eldest daughter of the Song family, and she only attended the engagement banquet with Cheng Yueli two days ago.

Yu Xuan suddenly said, "Is it because of something in the morning? Are you here to trouble me?"

"I'm here to apologize." Yan Zong obviously knew what happened in the morning, so he glanced over and said, "You did a good job this time."

Yu Xuan deliberately asked: "Is it a good job to say that I let Song Yuan be swallowed by the pitcher plant?"

As if seeing his careful thoughts, Yan Zong tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly: "Yes."

It's a good thing to be able to protect himself, at least today he was in a good mood when he received Song Yuan's attack on Yu Xuan but was reversed.

"Ha." Yu Ling let out a muffled laugh, and his slightly displeased mood because of what happened just now improved.

Song Qingwei took Song Yuan and Yu Ling to meet at a high-end coffee shop, but Yan Zong appeared with Yu Ling was obviously not what she expected, so she subconsciously stood up.

"Mr. Yan, hello." She stretched out her hand, and she didn't feel annoyed when Yan Zong ignored her. She kept a decent smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Yan to come too."

Song Qingwei is different from the gorgeous dress at the engagement banquet this time. She is wearing a capable business attire with her hair up, not like a young lady, but more like an elite white-collar worker.

Song Principle next to her was the complete opposite, wearing a fancy short-sleeved T-shirt, sitting on a chair with his hands in his pockets like an uncle.

After seeing Yan Zong, he subconsciously sat up straight, and even pulled his hair.

Yan Zong didn't speak, even if he was sitting, he was still a lot taller than the people at this table, when he leaned over to look over, he felt a sense of oppression spontaneously.

Even Song Yuan, who was still dissatisfied just now, couldn't help but shrink back, with his palms on his legs, as obedient as a quail.

Yu Ling was not affected by the dignified atmosphere, he first looked at the decorations in the store curiously, then called the waiter, ordered the menu and asked, "Which of these coffees is sweeter?"

Before the waiter could speak, Yan Zong frowned: "Drink less coffee."

Why is this human being so ignorant of his own body? Ye Qian clearly told him last time that he should not touch things like coffee, milk and tea.

"It's okay to drink once in a while." Yu Ling held his hand openly on the table, scratched his palm with his fingers, and said seriously: "If you don't believe me, ask Dr. Ye."

Yan Zong didn't really use his mobile phone to ask, but just pondered for two seconds, then moved his hand out: "Only this once."

Yu Ling rolled his eyes and smiled, and ordered a caramel macchiato following the recommendation of the waiter.

Although the aura in this world is thin, the food is very good. I hope the coffee can also bring him some surprises.

After the waiter left, the room became quiet again. Song Qingwei couldn't hold back her words: "I came to Mr. Yu this time to apologize to you. I surprised you this morning."

As she spoke, she couldn't help looking at Yan Zong.

Yan Zong was also looking at her, and Song Qingwei's whole body turned cold with that gaze that seemed to be evaluating something, and he forced a smile and added: "In order to express my apology, I have prepared a gift for you."

She took out the red box from the bag next to her, and gently pushed it in front of Yu Xuan: "I heard that Mr. Yu is not in good health. It happened that I took a picture of a 50-year-old wild ginseng two days ago. It is very good for nourishing the body." .”

Wild ginseng is notoriously precious. Although 50-year-old wild ginseng is not so precious that it is priceless, a good one costs hundreds of thousands. The Song family is quite sincere this time.

Yu Xuan didn't know the price, but seeing that Yan Zong's expression didn't change, he also knew that Song Qingwei wasn't fooling him.

"It's intentional, but I wasn't too frightened, after all, Young Master Song protected me bravely." He said with a smile, "If Young Master Song hadn't stood in front of me, I would have been swallowed."

What does it mean to stand in front of him? Obviously, he dragged himself over.

Song Yuan stared, and before he could speak, Song Qingwei pinched him under the table, his whole body trembled, and he almost screamed out.

Seeing that the eyes of everyone at the table were on him, he pulled his cheeks and showed a nondescript smile: "After all, Young Master Yu is my guest, so of course he must protect it with all his heart."

He said the last four words quite gritted his teeth.

He has never been so angry since he was a child. If Yan Zong was not watching, he would have rushed to beat someone if he wanted to maintain a little demeanor.

Of course, even if Yan Zong didn't come, he would only be beaten severely by Song Qingwei and Yu Xuan if he did so.

"It seems that Brother Ling is not very willing." Yan Zong said in a low voice.

"No, no." Song Yuan could still tell the priority of this point, he waved his hands and shook his head again and again: "I am very willing, it was my fault in the first place, and it is only right to apologize to Young Master Yu."

He slid and knelt so quickly that Yu Ling couldn't help laughing.

"Your caramel macchiato." The waiter came in with the coffee.

A chubby cute bird appeared on the coffee, and Yu Ling blew it, eager to take a sip.

The flavors of caramel, milk and vanilla are perfectly blended, the unique bitterness of coffee is alleviated, and the mouthfeel is smooth and fragrant, even for those who don't like bitterness.

His eyes lit up.

Seeing his expression, Yan Zong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, Yu Xuan didn't participate in the whole process of the conversation. He took the cup and drank the coffee one by one.

I even wanted to pack an extra cup of hazelnut latte in the name of going to the bathroom.

Naturally, Yan Zong, who heard it clearly, stopped him decisively, and frowned dissatisfiedly when he left.

Yan Zong felt that this person really didn't know what to do.

The conversation also came to an end, regardless of Song Yuan's attitude, the sincerity of the Song family is true, and it is estimated that Song Yuan will be strictly guarded in the future.

Yan Zong was about to leave with the corners of his lips pursed because of the failure of packing, and left in a subtly unhappy way when Song Qingwei's phone vibrated suddenly.

She picked up the phone and listened for a while, then the expression on her face suddenly became serious: "I see, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, she apologized: "I'm sorry, Yueli's younger brother was attacked two days ago and has been in a coma. Today he finally woke up, but..."

She nodded her forehead with her finger: "There seems to be something wrong here. As Yueli's fiancee, I have the responsibility to visit him."

"Cheng Yueli's younger brother." Yu Ling raised his eyes: "Is it the lost Cheng Kaifeng?"

"Yes." Song Qing nodded slightly.

"What's wrong with his head?" Yu Ling asked curiously.

Song Qingwei hesitated for two seconds, and said: "It seems that his memory is confused, and he has some mental problems. He keeps saying that his ex-girlfriend who has disappeared gave birth to a child for him."

Yu Xuan snorted.

This is being frightened crazy by the ghost baby.

"You know him?" Yan Zong asked suddenly, his ice blue eyes flickering slightly.

"We met once, and we haven't spoken to each other." Yu Yao said, curling his lips: "But I heard that he is not a good person, maybe he has suffered retribution."

He didn't have the consciousness of saying bad things in front of the half-married family, seeing Song Qingwei still sitting there, he smiled and said: "If Miss Song is in a hurry, let's go first, I want to sit here with Mr. Yan for a while. "

Most of the matter on this side has been resolved, Song Qingwei quickly carried Song Yuan out of the box, and there were only two people left on the scene, Yu Xuan and Yan Zong.

"Is Mr. Yan busy this afternoon?" Yu Ling asked him with a smile.

Yan Zong gave him a questioning look.

"Let's go out on a date." Yu Ling got up and leaned in front of him: "I happen to have something to buy."

Dating is an unfamiliar word to Yan Zong. He is not interested in human affairs. Apart from work, he just transforms into his original form and sleeps in his cave.

He looked into the clear eyes of the young man opposite, but he didn't refuse on the spot.

"Let's go." He didn't speak, Yu Xuan took him as acquiescence, and took his hand: "It happens to be closed for a long time, and I don't mind if you want to arrange some paparazzi."

"..." The slight touch in his heart just now was fleeting, and Yan Zong's voice became cold again: "It's not necessary."

He withdrew his hand and stood up. His height of 1.9 meters was enough for him to look down at Yu Ling: "What do you want to buy? Let Yan Nanqing accompany you."

Yu Ling tilted his head: "Then Yan Nanqing will accompany me on the date?"

Yan Zong did not respond to his obvious ridicule.

"Alright then." Yu Ling smiled lightly.

He can't beat Yan Zong for the time being, and he accepts what he does and what he says, but he still doesn't take back his outstretched hand: "Then we must go out together and create a loving appearance."

Yan Zong paused, but still raised his hand to hold him.

Very nice.

Yu Xuan rolled his eyes and whispered in his heart.

Both of them had first-class looks and figures, and when they walked out of the coffee shop to the parking lot for a short distance, many people turned their heads and peeked at them.

Especially Yan Zong, his height of 1.9 meters is particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and he has deep western facial features, silver hair and blue eyes, even on the busy street, he is definitely the first person he sees at first sight.

Yu Ling next to him is not bad either, he still looks like a young man, his eyebrows are picturesque, the black hair sticking to his cheeks makes his skin as white as snow, and his slightly thin body brings a trace of sickness beauty.

Not only peeking, but some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.Yu Xuan didn't care about these gazes, and even shook Yan Zong's hand tightly to show his presence, and he really got a small suppressed exclamation.

Yan Zong also let him mess around outside.

While having fun, Yu Linghu's eyes flickered, and he swept to the side and back - he felt a strong malicious gaze.