"Master Li, you have bothered the young man! This is the prince! The young man will follow the prince in the future."

Dai Jiahui said with a sad face and grievance.

"What are you afraid of? You will not remember anything after you go out. You don't know what you have done. You are so talented, and Zhao Yan won't do anything to you, a person who has no memory? Don't worry, if you have the master here, Zhao Yan won't do anything to you."

Little Li promised.

"That's not what I said! Lord Li,..."

"Dai Jiahui, if you don't draw, I'll drive you to the fog! Otherwise, I'll let the master throw you out now!"

Dai Jiahui wanted to refuse, but Xiaoli directly interrupted the threat.

Dai Jiahui started painting with grievance.

The key is that he dared not draw like it, and Xiaoli stared at him with a pair of dead fish eyes!

...

Two hours later, Zhao Yan woke up and Dai Jiahui had already painted a portrait and was sent away by Xiaoli.

Zhao Yan wrinkled his nose, and the smell was a bit unpleasant.

He came to the stream and took a photo at the stream. It would be fine if he didn't take a photo, but he was completely in a bad mood.

Fortunately, Xiao Fuxing left the space and didn't see himself like this, otherwise, he would have to despise himself to death.

"Stop dreaming, your little lucky star is in space. After returning to the room, he came in again. Hehe..."

Little Li gloated and gloated.

Well……

Zhao Yan jumped into the water all of a sudden.

Since Xiao Fuxing is in space, wash it clean as soon as possible!

"Master, Zhao Yan is awake and wants to talk to you. Come here quickly!"

Xiaoli shouted loudly.

Zhao Yan was so angry that he went to catch the little carp in the water.

But how could he catch it?

Little carp is so flexible.

After eating this green fruit, the effect was indeed good. Zhao Yan could already hear Du Wan'er coming out of Gu Xunyan's room and walking towards her.

So, I didn't care about Xiaoli anymore, buried my whole head in the water and started washing my hair and face.

It doesn’t matter if you wash your body slowly after it’s over, but you must wash your face quickly.

He, Zhao Yan, relies on his face to make a living!

"Brother Zhao!"

Soon, Du Wan'er ran over.

Zhao Yan had washed his face downstream of the stream, near the fog, and was wiping his body with his clothes.

"Oh, Xiaoli, why don't you let Brother Zhao bring a clean veil?"

Du Wan'er walked over and couldn't help but complain.

"It's so dirty, it's going to get dirty anyway. Why do you have to clean the veil?"

Xiaoli lobbled up in disgust.

"Wan'er, I asked the dead fish to take it, he won't give it to you."

Zhao Yan said with a grievance.

Xiaoli had a dead fish eye, hey, this shameless, I thought no one was pretending to be pitiful here, right!

Humph, he must conceive a book about a scoundrel prince, and then write it out and sell it to the study. No, after going to the capital to open a newspaper, it will be serialized directly, so that everyone in the capital can see what a shameless look like in their hearts.

"Brother Zhao, wait, I'll call Xing'er and ask her to deliver it to you."

Du Wan'er glared at Xiaoli and whispered to Zhao Yan.

"Wan'er is so good!"

Zhao Yan smiled at Du Wan'er, and his neat white teeth made him look like the stupid son of the landlord again.

Xiaoli was too lazy to see him, and he was slowly swimming upstream, thinking about how to write a story about this rogue.
Chapter completed!