Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

His mind was in chaos, Qu Yizhao thought about it, and finally decided to ask for leave and go home.

Qu Yizhao came to the head teacher's office in a familiar way. As soon as the head teacher Wu Qiuhua saw him, he wrote a leave note for her and handed it to him.

Qu Yizhen, who hadn't spoken yet, was taken aback by the coherent movement, and then she politely thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Wu."

Wu Qiuhua looked at Qu Yizhao's back, took a sip of tea, and discussed with his colleagues: "Just now the prince in our class actually thanked me after taking the leave slip."

The colleague said in surprise: "Is that Qu Yizhao?"

Wu Qiuhua also had a look of disbelief, and then nodded.

...

Qu Yizhao was holding the leave slip, like a free and happy bird, rushing home all the way.

"Master, why are you back?"

The butler asked cautiously, for fear of touching the crown prince's bad luck.

"I'm not feeling well, please go home and rest."

Qu Yizhao threw the schoolbag to the housekeeper gracefully.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

The housekeeper asked dutifully, carrying his schoolbag.

"Need not."

As soon as the butler heard it, he understood that Qu Yizhao had skipped class.

The butler saw Qu Yizhao dashing towards the house, and was about to tell him that when his husband came back today, he saw that the other party had already rushed in.

The butler put down his hand and remained silent.

...

Here, as soon as Qu Yizhao entered the door, he saw three people sitting on the sofa in the living room, seeming to be discussing something.

When they saw Qu Yizhao coming in, they were slightly taken aback, but they didn't say anything.

"Ichiki, you're back? Is there something wrong?"

Liu Yuan was sitting on the sofa, seeing Qu Yizhao came back, her brows were also colored with joy.

Immediately, Liu Yuan frowned slightly, walked up to Qu Yizhao, and asked worriedly.

"Well, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go upstairs to rest first."

Qu Yizhao raised his eyebrows, then patted Liu Yuan's hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Wait."

The steady and indifferent voice made Qu Yizhao stop successfully.

"Mr. Qu, what can you do?"

Qu Yizhao turned his head, revealing a delicate and delicate side face and a slender neck.

The slightly long hair covered the right eye, but one could still see the indifference of its owner from it.

"This is Young Master Quan, Quan Bingyan, the other party saved you, shouldn't you thank him?"

Qu Wei sat on the sofa, he looked at Qu Yizhao coldly, and said expressionlessly.

With a disdainful sneer, Qu Yizhao leaned on the handrail of the mahogany stairs lazily. She looked up and down the young master Qu Li said, her savior.

This scrutiny broke into a pair of deep and cold eyes. The dark eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, which made people feel fear and respect.

Qu Yizhao looked at the other party without fear, those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and even she felt a little uncomfortable being seen through.

A handsome face full of anger from man and god is well-defined, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips that are neither thick nor thin into a stiff straight line, making him look serious and calm.

This man is almost as perfect as the most outstanding statue carved by an artist, and also like the indestructible God of War in Greek mythology.

"Hi, I'm Qu Yichao."

Qu Yizhao narrowed his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth.

Walking over with brisk steps, she bent slightly, stretched out her right hand smartly, and said.

Quan Bingyan also stretched out his hand, he was like God's darling, even his fingers were impeccably perfect, slender, porcelain-white fingers with well-defined knuckles and strength.

"Hi, I'm Quan Bingyan."