Interstellar arranged marriage: The big guys rose after being deposed

There is no strict distinction between day and night when shuttles travel in interstellar space and jump in time and space. Qiu Ling stretched the time to ten days, but their optical computers were connected to the Internet, so time changes were extremely slow.

It was Yan Zhao who took out a half-person-high pendulum clock from the Shang family's living room and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. The two of them used this as their standard for their daily routine.

Every hour, the pendulum clock would ring the time dutifully.

The clanging sound was particularly irritating. Qiu Ling glared at Yan Zhao and said, "So you already had a plan when you were on Mingyuan Star?"

Yan Zhao coughed softly, "Isn't this what Guaibao promised before? At that time, I thought I could add three or five times the return time on top of the five-day return trip."

He felt quite regretful that he had lost five to fifteen days.

Qiu Ling really liked his little tricks, which were full of care and love for her.

She threw herself into his arms, pinched his chin, and kissed him slowly: "Then I'll make it up to you later?"

Yan Zhao groaned as she bit him, and just as he was about to put his arms around her waist, he was held down by her.

Seeing the silver-haired young man's cold white skin tinged with a hint of red, and his cold expression also tinged with confusion, Qiu Ling became more and more itchy, and imitated the way he teased her in the past, and bullied him back slowly.

Her clumsy and pretending-to-be-strong look is the most deadly!

Yan Zhao sat on the carpet beside the bed, with his head raised on the edge, letting her do whatever she wanted. The more he called her sister, the more excited and hot Qiu Ling felt that was difficult to vent, and she bit him fiercely.

Later, when she looked up at him, Yan Zhao roared and turned around, returning all his moves one by one...

Ten days passed quickly, and when the time formation failed, the shuttle landed on the supply star No. 00125.

Wu Yan had already received the news and knew that they would arrive within a day. After the shuttle stopped and the door opened, he strode forward.

Yan Zhao got up helplessly when he heard the noise, scratched his hair and opened the bedroom door. He and Qiu Ling stayed up late to finish a dungeon last night and had just slept for two or three hours.

Ten days of irregular sleep and rest left a faint blue tint under his eyes, and he looked lazy and content.

It was as if... Wu Yan’s face turned dark.

Yan Zhao knew that he was thinking the wrong thing, and laughed softly: "I want to spend my whole life with Qiu Ling, I don't want to fight for this day and night."

Wu Yan curled his lips, "You are such a generous mentor. You left for more than ten days without caring about me. Don't tell me you don't know that the two teams have tasks and competitions."

Yan Zhao shrugged, "I really don't know, but I can almost guess it, otherwise why would that person lead the team here?

If he doesn't compete with me, his position as the Holy Son is not secure, and he urgently needs to step on me to gain a good reputation as a powerful person."

"You just let him step on you?" Wu Yan was a strict self-disciplined person, living like a robot. He couldn't stand people like Yan Zhao who were lazy and had no ambition, so he asked helplessly with a frown.

It is true that the eunuch is anxious only when the emperor is not. It is useless for him to be anxious. The real owner looks sleep deprived and has no interest in anything. He does not seem to want to fight for the throne.

"Definitely not. If it were me, I would just let it go. But my wife may look soft and easy to talk to, but deep down she is a fierce fighter.

What's more, if I don't behave better, I won't even have a place to cry if she falls for that pretty boy," Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, curled the corners of his lips into a smile, all his laziness and leisure were restrained completely, his cold and indifferent look seemed as if everything was under control, just like when he was the Son of God, he possessed an infectious power that made people feel at ease and willing to trust him.

Wu Yan couldn't help but chuckle. This man always had a capricious temper. He could easily stir up unrest in the temple with just a wave of his hand, making the old guys in the temple feel torn between love and hate.

Even though Yan Zhao is now a top figure, no one dares to look down on him as long as he wants to.

It's just that he has always been impatient to shoulder responsibilities, and he doesn't like people's coldness, selfishness, and forgetfulness. Especially after Yan Zhao was injured, he stabbed everyone he saw, and almost faded out of everyone's sight in just two years.

No one expected that such a person would actually regard Qiu Ling as his bottom line!

Wu Yan patted Yan Zhao on the shoulder and said, "When you need help, just ask. Brothers should not be polite."

Yan Zhao smiled and said, "Of course, I am a professional gigolo and I don't know what politeness is."

When he entered the bedroom, Wu Yan saw Qiu Ling wrapped herself tightly, with only her black hair scattered outside.

He closed the door and locked it, unbuttoned two buttons, and got directly into the quilt, holding the person in his arms and biting her.

Qiu Ling was still in a daze, and he still remembered to use the Qingchen Jue on the two of them. He first used one on himself, and then drew the second one when he was more alert. However...

She twisted her wrist slightly, replacing the original Hsinchu scent with the scent of pine.

Wu Yan bit her slightly harder and said, "I thought Lingling would admit that I was wrong, and I was just thinking about how to punish you."

Qiu Ling hugged him and rubbed him, "You can take this as my admission of guilt and continue to punish me!"

Wu Yan was attracted by her words. He stood up to her on the spot and expressed his longing for her in the darkness with his own body.

When she removed the marks on her body and dragged Wu Yan's men to fly, she was surrounded by a group of boys and girls.

"Hello, Master's Wife!" They were surprised to see her, and as Yan Zhao coughed lightly, they bowed deeply and shouted loudly in unison.

Qiu Ling immediately let go of Wu Yan's hand, and couldn't help but put on airs, smiling and nodding appropriately: "Hello."

Yan Zhao and Wu Yan looked at each other and smiled with helplessness and indulgence. The speed at which the wife changed her personality was comparable to changing her face.

Yan Zhao stepped forward, held her hand, and stuffed the students' greeting gift into Qiu Ling's hand.

Qiu Ling took a look inside and saw these were the things she had made for the 300 students that Yan Zhao had selected. Each of them had a 10-square-meter storage ring that could recognize its owner, a stack of Dust-Clearing Talismans, and an enhanced version of the Marrow Cleansing and Veins-Clearing Pill!

Didn't that Saint Mingce take advantage of the student's good family background and deliberately come to Material No. 00125 to join in the fun and make fun of her Yan Zhao?

Then she would let this group of students develop into Yan Zhao's network of contacts.

All the three hundred students were here. They looked at Yan Zhao with clear eyes, full of admiration, worship, envy and blessings for their mentor.

That’s right. Yan Zhao is quite picky. After what happened, when selecting students, in addition to having high requirements for their ability, he is even more strict in screening their humanity.

He didn't want to make all his efforts and then be belittled as worthless.

There are a large number of graduates from the Temple, so it is not too difficult to select three hundred who meet the requirements here.

"Brother Yan Zhao, this must be my sister-in-law, right? She is so young and beautiful," without waiting for Qiu Ling to distribute the greeting gifts, a young man who was surrounded by the crowd pushed aside the group of students, raised his chin slightly and chuckled arrogantly.

Qiu Ling frowned and looked over. The young man had black hair tied up, and wore a white long gown with wide sleeves and silver patterns. He looked delicate and exquisite. Even among the students who were dressed in formal attire, he was very eye-catching and elegant!