"What do you think our relationship is?"

The two of them were very close, and he was taller than Guan Ya. As soon as his eyes dropped, he could see the white scenery in the collar of his white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned.

She has always been the kind of woman who can hold her shirt tight.

A white shirt with a small waist and a big chest is always at the top of the list of uniform temptations.

Guan Ya's body stiffened, her ears instantly turned red, and she said with a straight face, "We are colleagues."

Sure enough, as Lingjun said, she adopted an evasive attitude, wanting to be like an ostrich, wanting to pass yesterday's events quietly, pretending that nothing happened, and then continue to maintain an ambiguous relationship with me. What a scumbag.

Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.

Guan Ya's ostrich mentality actually comes from family pressure.

She longs for love, but is wary of her family's attitude. She is full of frustration and pessimism about the future, and is very contradictory.

"At this time, you need to pursue the victory and take the initiative to control the relationship between the two. It is impossible to expect her to take the initiative."

The words of the life coach flashed through my mind.

Without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing took the crystal clear earlobe in his mouth. It was cool and filled with a refreshing fragrance. He couldn't tell whether it was deodorant or perfume.

Smells very good.

Guan Ya was caught off guard, her delicate body suddenly stiffened as if she was electrocuted.

The roots of her ears were burning hot, and her fair neck was quickly stained with an intoxicating blush, with thin goosebumps raised.

She sat there blankly, as if she didn't expect this guy to be so bold, just being flirtatious and ambiguous in the office, and even eating her to death.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped as soon as he saw it, looked at Guan Ya whose cheeks were red, and said:

"Thanks to you for my cousin's promotion last time. My grandma has long wanted to treat you to dinner. I will pick you up tomorrow night."

Guan Ya stood up in a hurry, grabbed the bag on the table, and said with a straight face, "I have something to do and have to get off work first. Yuanshi, I'm not free tomorrow night."

Carrying the bag and stepping on high heels, she walked away.

"You must come." Zhang Yuanqing shouted to her back.

When the sound of Guan Ya's fleeing footsteps disappeared, Wang Tai raised his head and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with dead fish eyes:

"Have you decided on the child's name?

"If not, I can help you get one. Trust me, bachelors are professionals."

Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Is it free? I'll come to you for free."

He took out his mobile phone in a good mood and called Fu Qingyang's bunny girl and asked her to send Blood Rose back.

After leaving Guan Ya's house that day, he sent Blood Rose back to Fujiawan again.

Now he has to take her back. If Guan Ya refuses, he can't force her. He needs a "spare tire" to deal with grandma.

Half past four in the afternoon.

Zhang Yuanqing took Blood Rose back home secretly.

The living room is quiet. At this time, grandpa likes to chat with his old friends, drink tea and play chess, while grandma goes to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Knowing the regularity of family activities, he deliberately chooses this time to go home.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the bedroom, hid the blood rose in the closet, and glanced at the scenery in the room.

"Old Bangzi can only come to reality for two days at a time. He should be back by tomorrow morning."

"Fu Qingyang will return tomorrow. Well, he probably won't blame me. After all, no one will have trouble with him because of his trash talk. It's okay to say it, but Elder Dog will definitely blame me."

"My cousin hasn't arrested the target yet."

While thinking, Zhang Yuanqing took out the magic pestle and put it in the desk drawer.

Fujiawan.

In the spacious and luxurious master bedroom, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was Fu Qingyang.

At this time, he had a short ponytail hanging down to his shoulders, and the armor on his body was covered with sword marks and traces of smoke and fire.

Under the armor, there were faint traces of blood.

Although he looked miserable, stained with stains and blood from the war, Mr. Fu's face was still as handsome as a knife.

Instead of being reserved, his cold temperament revealed a majesty that he had never seen before between his brows.

Like a young emperor, like a commander in charge of the three armies.

"Ahem!"

Fu Qingyang covered his lips and coughed hard, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He suffered serious injuries in the killing dungeon. Although his life level was sublimated at the moment of being promoted to the master, and some of his injuries were passively treated, his physical condition was still in poor condition.

Fu Qingyang walked to the bed and pressed the "call button".

After a while, two tall bunny girls were summoned, opened the door of the master bedroom, walked through the outer room, and came to Fu Qingyang.

"Master, are you awake?"

The bunny girl smiled brightly and was filled with joy.

All the bunny girls in the villa are preparing, worrying and praying for the young master's return.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly: "Prepare food, prepare hot water, and prepare clean clothes."

After giving the instructions, he said again:

"Bring up the standings of the Transcendent Realm Killing Dungeon."

He has achieved what he promised, and it's time to see Yuanshi Tianzun's performance.
Chapter completed!