Swimming, this metaphor is used too appropriately by Lin Nuanxi.

Jiang Boxiao's shoulders trembled slightly: [Swimming is quite physically exhausting, and it is normal for you to feel tired.]

[ What?]

[Nothing, do you want to get up and eat something?]

After consuming physical energy, of course, you need to supplement your nutrition. Otherwise, how can you afford to "swim" the next day?

...

Sometimes, Jiang Bo is really jealous of the damn convenient power in Beitang Yaori's hands. The dignified federal major general uses his power to gain self-interest. Should he go and inform him that Beitang Yaori is a little restrained?

It is definitely a pleasure to be able to see his unhappy expression on the face of Master Di!

Jiang Bo could only smile like this and immersed himself in the situation where yy abused him, and recovered from excessive pressure.

However, it is indeed a very unpleasant thing to be a microphone for others, especially the other party is the Emperor Master who cannot be provoked!

[Take chrysanthemum tea in thirty minutes. First, Lin Nuanxi cooked it by himself; second, it must be hot.]

On the other end of the phone, it’s a damn absolute order!

Jiang Bo, Jiang Bo, who made the other party the Emperor? You can only accept your fate if you deserve it!

After quitting the phone, Jiang Bo's charming smile could make people die!

[Tell Lin Nuanxi that if I can’t drink her chrysanthemum tea now, I will die. Let her cook it for me. If you can’t do it within twenty minutes, go to hell to apologize to the King of Hell.]

[Yes, it's the young master!] The servant nodded in fear. The young master smiled too charmingly. Such charm can definitely kill people!

Lin Nuanxi had no right to refuse, because the contract between her and Jiang Bo was also a servant of Paralinka Manor, but a senior servant of the management.

If she likes to drink chrysanthemum tea, she can only cook it obediently.

In the forest, military camp residential land.

A black helicopter was parked in the military clearing ground with a strong wind.

As soon as the plane stopped, a man jumped directly from the plane with a insulation bucket in his arms and ran towards the Major General's tent.

A long spear blocked the servant's way.

[Stop.]

[I'm here to give chrysanthemum tea to the major general.]

The servant looked at the cold gun in the hands of the soldier in front of him and swallowed.

After a release order came from inside, the soldier moved away and let him in.

Beitang Yaori was looking at the documents while enjoying the hot chrysanthemum tea, and a smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

Indeed, it's her taste.

[Go back and tell Jiang Bo, it will be the same tonight.]

[I understand, Master Di.]

The servant nodded and wiped the sweat from his head. The soldier's gun just now made him feel cold!

Master, why can't you invite your "friend" to the manor as a guest? You even want him to come to this terrifying place just to send a cup of tea.

I hope this will not happen again next time. He doesn't want to be beaten into a hornet's nest.

[Mr. Di, if you don’t have any other instructions, I’ll go back first.]

Beitang Yaori agreed, and the servant turned around and left the tent and left in a helicopter to report his life.

[Report!] Before I could finish a cup of chrysanthemum tea, the loud notification sounds of soldiers outside the tent.

[ What's up?]

[Major General Ulysses, the Federation sent a fax secret.] The soldier handed the hot documents that had just been printed out in his hand and placed them on the table.

Beitang Yaori picked up the documents and scanned them—
Chapter completed!