The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1620: Sincere service (7)

The people with the silver hand waited in the hall for a long time, but did n’t wait for Shen Yanxiao to appear. They frowned one by one and became impatient. This new boss who likes to "shelve".

The two figures came to the lobby at this moment, and the heavy hand of the silver hand took a deep breath, ready to face Shen Yanxiao with the worst attitude.

But what came into their eyes was not a beautiful girl, but a handsome young man with a cold face, and ...

"Xiaofeng, you wait for me." Su Fei happily faced behind Lan Fengli. Lan Fengli's height already is now comparable to Qi Xia and others, half shorter than him The Su Feihuan with a lot of strength used her short legs to keep up with Lan Fengli's long legs.

"Go." Lan Fengli spit out the dregs with no expression.

But Su Feihuan refused to spare, and fought up desperately.

"Don't, Lord Lord said that I will be yours in the future, you can't disobey Lord Lord's orders!" Su Fei Huan just moved Shen Yan Xiao out, Lan Fengli frowned slightly, but No more letting this piece of brown sugar fall out.

Su Feihuan laughed secretly. For a few days, he found Lan Fengli's dead point in already.

This guy has a cold face to everyone, but in the face of Shen Yanxiao, the eyes can't wait to screw out the water. As long as Shen Yanxiao's order, Lan Fengli didn't say no. word.

Su Feihuan spent three days rubbing softly against Shen Yanxiao, begging and begging to follow him, and noisy. In the end, Shen Yan Xiao couldn't bear it anymore. Shoot the teenager, throw it to his brother.

Su Feihuan is now right next to Lan Fengli. As long as Lan Fengli lets him get away, he immediately lifts Shen Yanxiao's death-free gold medal.

"Three masters ..." The silver hand stunned and watched as their three masters smiled and followed the cold-faced boy. No matter how cold the boy's face was, Su Feihuan did not respond. Up ... post ...

The original tense atmosphere shattered to the ground under the impact of Su Feihuan's image.

Qin Ge Fuer, he really is not like admitting Su Feihuan is his companion.

Although Su Feihuan is more lively, he was a famous smiling tiger when he was in the hands of silver. Do n’t look at his young age and laugh all day long, but he has no mercy at the beginning. Second to Qin Ge, he is not even good at reaching out and is good at poisoning. If all members of the silver hand have the most dead souls, it must be Su Feihuan.

Silver hands, except Qin Ge and Gu Qingming, almost no one has suffered in Su Feihuan's hands.

But they watched the needles with eyes open, and turned into blue sugar with blue seal glass, not to mention how shocked they were.

"Hey? Brother, you are here." Su Feihuan realized Qin Ge and others' existence, but he followed the steps of Lan Fengli to the chair beside him. The meaning of troop confluence.

"Where's Lord Lord?" Qin Ge forced himself to ignore Su Feihuan's actions and try to calm his guilty conscience.

Su Feihuan said: "Lord Lord has come here long ago, haven't you seen it?"

Here is already? Qin Ge frowned slightly, he never found the trace of Shen Yanxiao.