This damn General Mingchuan’s fellow villager not only held her hand.

He actually wants to become her guest minister.

The so-called guest official, don’t you want to spend time with her...

Where can I have a chance?

Thinking of this.

Bing Zimo shook his head and said, "General Mingchuan, everything is OK, but the matter of this guest official of the General's Mansion is really important!"

"My father means to make a long-term plan..."

"Um?"

Ding Zhe has always been impatient with this Tiao Zimo...

To put it bluntly.

In Ding Zhe's opinion, the character of Bing Zimo is no different from the rich second generation on Earth...

And Ding Zhe is the ancestor of the second generation of rich people!

As soon as he stuck out his butt, Ding Zhe knew what he was going to do.

His face changed at the moment.

Ready to get angry...

After all, the majesty of the old monster who dispersed the gods cannot be touched...

But I knew that Mingchuan Muxue pulled Ding Zhe's hand hard.

Pull him to his side.

Then he said to Ting Zimo in a stubborn tone: "This is the matter of our General's Mansion."

"I have the right to make a decision. It was just a formal notice, not a solicitation of opinions..."

After saying that, he pulled Ding Zhe to his horse, and said while walking, "Brother Ding, let's go..."

"All right!"

Ding Zhe sneered, then turned around and followed Mingchuan Muxue...

The two men left on the same horse...

Looking at the two of them riding the same horse intimately...

Biao Zimo's lungs were almost irritated.

"Oh shit!"

Until the two of them walked away.

Ting Zimo cursed himself: "The person is here..."

"Young Master!"

A middle-aged man with a vulgar expression came beside Bing Zimo...

"Let me investigate carefully what this is called..."

Bing Zimo waved his hand, and at this moment he had forgotten Ding Zhe's name.

"Ding Zhe!"

The middle-aged man said.
Chapter completed!