100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Yu Chu was startled.

While being escorted down by the guards, Tao Linqing turned around in disbelief and stared at Yu Chu.

But the guards pushed her out of the front yard before she could understand the situation.

Tao Linqing bit her lip and frowned.

She didn't understand what the problem was.

Could it be that this young marshal likes that kind of delicate lady?

But Tao Linqing felt wrong.

If she likes that kind of delicate young lady, she heard in her previous life that many big families wanted to marry the young marshal's mansion, but none of them did...

If you like Miss Jiao, there are not only Nanyang, but also many ladies and ladies in the capital. Why is the young marshal in the previous life always single...

Tao Linqing always felt that she was missing something.

But can't think of it.

Her eyes were unwillingly taken away by the guards, and Yu Chu, who was behind, glanced at her back, turned her head, and looked at the young marshal in front of her with some doubts.

Yun Chuyao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was really good-looking, but he was cruel and ruthless, and even his smiling expression made people feel an indescribable coldness.

"You want me to say it a second time?" he whispered.

Although the voice was soft, it was inexplicably frightening.

Yu Chu glanced at him, walked over, and stopped more than one meter away from the young marshal.

Yun Chuyao pursed his lips slightly, and in the horrified sight of the guards, he gently opened the car door, squinting his long and beautiful eyes, slightly raised his fair chin to the girl one meter away, and motioned: "Go in."

The guards stared in horror.

It is said that from childhood to adulthood, young marshals, whether male or female, have never treated others well.

It is even more impossible to let others approach him.

Anyone who knows a little about the young marshal knows that he has always been eloquent towards women, and he will frown when he gets closer, as if the other party is some strange creature.

To actually invite people to ride together... Although the tone is far from an invitation, it is surprising enough.

Yu Chu was also stunned, and then silently got into the car.

The slender young man then sat in the car, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her, but said nothing.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Sitting next to him, Yu Chu smelled the fragrant breath on his body, raised his head and glanced at the young marshal, only to see the silhouette of his profile, the bridge of the nose was high and straight, and the lips were thin and beautiful.

He was tall, dressed in a military uniform, with long boots wrapped around his slender calves, his eyes drooping and his head supported, and he seemed like a difficult person to get along with.

After a long silence, the young marshal suddenly raised his lips slightly, his voice carrying a hint of unknown meaning: "Have you seen enough?"

Yu Chu was startled and looked at the other side opening his eyes, a pair of narrow and beautiful eyes, his eyes turned slightly.

"I've been staring at me since I got in the car. It's hard to make me not want to be crooked." Yun Chuyao narrowed his eyes, and his soft voice seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be cold. Joy.

Yu Chu didn't know whether he was in a good mood or bad, so he just smiled slightly, "You look good."

The driver and guard driving in front almost slipped.

He didn't dare to look up in the rearview mirror, and continued to concentrate on driving, pretending he didn't exist.

Yun Chuyao laughed softly.

He seemed to be very interested, put down his elbows on the car window, leaned over, the tassels hanging on the military uniform swayed slightly, and the corners of the man's lips were wicked.

"I look good?" he asked in a low voice.

"..." Yu Chu felt that he probably said something wrong.

This person's thoughts are so hard to guess, and it makes sense to be called the Living King of Hell.