Chapter 459: Bootlicker

Ruan Hongzhuang invited Yang Hongwen and Luo Gaoyuan to sit down. Peach poured them each a glass of water, then sat down beside them as well.

Ever since Yang Hongwen had spoken earlier, Luo Gaoyuan had been watching him and Ruan Hongzhuang with sidelong glances.

Once seated, he could not help asking eagerly, "Are you on close terms with Shen Siyuan, President Ruan?"

Yang Hongwen glanced at Ruan Hongzhuang upon hearing this.

As her own suitor, and with next year's import-export orders still to negotiate, by all rights the best move would be—

What shocked him was that Su Wan walked arm in arm with a young man, a plush doll cradled in her other arm, the two of them chatting and laughing as they walked.

The boar hit the ground. Three big dogs rushed in and bit wildly, and before the great boar could get back up, Biao Ye also lunged forward in a single bound, using both hands and feet to pin the boar down.

Bodyguards and nursing staff accompanied them on the side, and everyone's face was full of joy. Clearly, Hong Yu's illness had put everyone under too much pressure; at this moment, everyone relaxed.

When the sports meet ended, Teacher Wang informed the students: "Tomorrow the school is organizing the first-year high school students to go on a spring outing to 'Xishawo.' Any students who want to go should gather at 7:30 tomorrow morning on the west side of the Phoenix Stele at the west gate." The students were very glad to hear it. Zhao Hui and Na Yanhua arranged to set out together at 7:05 to gather at the west gate.

With trembling hands I took the gift box. The body of the box was red, and in the middle of the lid there was a piece of transparent glass. Looking through the glass, I could see a hairpin with a red base and white spots inside the box. It looked a little old; the color on the hairpin had slowly begun to flake off. But the red base still clearly showed its former brilliance.

All in all, although this time it had been to save someone, quite a bit of Lu Yu's grand objective had also been achieved.

He seized Su Wan's wrist. His scalding palm pressed against Su Wan's soft, smooth skin, stirring up the most hidden desires deep within his heart.

Tang Lele wanted to play the role of a talent-spotter, so she began egging Uncle Sha on. But no matter how flowery her words grew, Uncle Sha remained unmoved, single-mindedly gnawing on his rabbit meat.

"What did you say? Shanshan's so pretty and you don't want her? Are you even a man?" Chen Yaqi hurriedly cried out.

But Wang Yue understood without any pressure. The implication behind Su Peng's words was simply that in China Lin Duo'er had no relatives he could trust. The illness would require paying all sorts of miscellaneous fees from time to time, so he could not possibly leave the money with Wang Yue to look after.

The doll stared at the Frost Archer on the big screen, lost in thought. Its eyes flickered slightly every now and then, as if pondering something.

"How could that be? I've shamelessly thrown myself in with you, my lord—how could I possibly use a Daoist spell?" it said in all seriousness.

Ah, the more I listened, the more interesting it got. So it wasn't that the stud boar was incompetent—it was someone sabotaging things in secret. I stuffed a few mouthfuls of snow into my mouth, sat up straight, and settled in to watch the show properly.

With a great sweep of his hand, his palm seemed to contain divine jade liquid. From the sky, crystalline drops of light like raindrops scattered down.

The nurse's arm had been taken liberties with like this, and she was somewhat angered at first. But when she turned her head and saw it was Wang Yue, most of her anger melted away.

Upon hearing this, the guards hurried forward and dragged Ling'er away. Ling'er was hauled off crying for her father and mother, and soon the sound of slaps rang out in the courtyard, along with Ling'er's pig-squealing wails.

The man's appearance was very ordinary—a hawkish nose, a long face, swarthy skin. Placed in a crowd, the moment you turned around you would never pick him out again. He looked to be around forty years old, dressed in casual clothes, his slicked-back hair combed to a glossy shine, a pair of cunning eyes looking Liu Xinghao up and down as he had just walked through the door.

On this day, the two were riding slowly along when suddenly the "Dragon Steed" beneath Yang Yunhan's saddle whinnied and refused to go forward. Yang Yunhan grew alert, urged his horse half a step ahead, and blocked in front of Xiang Mingxue's horse.

Mao Leyan was actually a little moved upon hearing this. She knew the Prime Minister was steady and rarely spoke such words; he must have some feeling for her in his heart. Yet ever since she had acknowledged Prime Minister Gu, she had only kept to that one nominal status and had never truly cultivated any affection. A trace of guilt rose in her heart.