Qiu Yun is a pair of throats. They looked at Ye Fengsheng for a long time, angrily said: "We hope we can invite you to take this medicine."
"Chuya ?"
Ye Fengsheng thought about his name and a vague shadow in his heart, then asked: "What did he ask me to do?"
Ye Feng's voice turned pale. Qiu Yun knew that if he said he liked the scenery very much, he would refuse. So it was easy to say: "You saved his life today, so he wants to invite you to dinner to thank you."
"I didn't want to save him," he said.
Ye Fengsheng held onto his hand: "I only love that Lan Hu in Dan Shen, and even then it can be harmless."
"Who cares what you mean?"
Qiu Yun said: "You saved him, and actually he wants to thank you. You can't be wrong, I have a good relationship with him, so they invited me."
"Sure!"
If you think about it carefully, Ye Fengsheng nodded, then returned home and spat out two words that made Qiu Juan angry:
"No."
"Why not?" Wenwu angrily asked.
