Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Yang Yi has been in selective autism for the past two days since he learned about Huo Yao's familiar network interference method in the first base.

He thought that if he didn't mention it, he could forget the truth he spied on that day.

But at this time it was discovered that it was impossible to do so.

Seeing Yang Yi suddenly coughing, Zhuo Yun couldn't help but looked at him strangely, and asked with concern: "Brother Yang, is this... your throat has gotten hairy?"

Yang Yi: "..."

Damn, you just got hair, your whole family got hair.

Min Yu glanced at the two faintly, then looked at Huo Yao again, and said, "Do you want to go?"

Huo Yao nodded, with a shy expression like that on his face: "The main reason is that I haven't seen the treasure yet, I want to see the world."

Yang Yi's eyebrows were straight on the side. If his master's small vault had not been invaded, he might have believed this reason.

Min Yu didn't pick up the disguise of a wealthy girlfriend, and asked with a smile but a smile: "Aren't you in the heir assessment recently, have time?"

Speaking of the heir assessment, Huo Yao remembered his assets, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and even the temperature in the living room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"If there is none, there will be."

Huo Yao said blankly.

Min Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. Is this guy irritated?

Zhuo Yun and Yang Yi, who were next to him, came to discuss the archaeological team's business. Hearing this, Zhuo Yun immediately said, "Then I will talk to the archaeological team now and add another place. ."

Miss Huo should have some understanding of ancient institutions, otherwise she would not have easily sneaked into the first base yesterday.

After all, the entrance to the first base is the stone gate that is difficult to crack.

After Zhuo Yun finished speaking, he winked at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi glanced at him, then followed Zhuo Yun out silently.

After getting in the car, he still looked absent-minded.

Zhuo Yun did not start the car for a while. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to the archaeological team. After the call, he started the car and said, "If you say Miss Huo will go together this time, maybe you can help. Busy on the archaeological team."

Because of Zhuo Yun's words, Yang Yi's absent-minded state finally recovered. He turned his head to look at Zhuo Yun, and his voice suddenly rose: "How do you know that you are helping?"

What if it's something else!

Zhuo Yun was taken aback by his volume, almost using the accelerator pedal as a brake step, "Brother Yang, you are very wrong today!"

To be precise, he behaved strangely after coming over from Miss Huo.

Yang Yi pressed his eyebrows and quibbled: "I don't have one."

Zhuo Yun: "You have!"

Yang Yi: "..."

I'm tired and don't want to talk to this idiot who doesn't know anything.

"Honestly, do you have an opinion on Miss Huo?" Zhuo Yun asked again.

"You think too much." Yang Yi said dullly.

He just couldn't digest the secret he had accidentally learned.

Yang Yi sighed softly, but raised his hand again, and touched the scar from the ear door to the back of the head that had become extremely shallow. It is no wonder that Miss Huo would give him a box of scar removal medicine earlier, and he was quite flattered at the time.

Looking back now, everything comes from the source.

Zhuo Yun raised his eyes and looked at the central rearview mirror. He did not continue with the topic he had just discussed. Instead, he talked about business. "By the way, Brother Yang, I will go to the underground palace of Bly Town to do deployment tonight. You are in charge of the archaeological team. Security issues."

Yang Yi turned back to look at Zhuo Yun, puzzled: "Huh? What deployment?"