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

When Qu Yizhao found Bai Yige, he saw a gentle man wearing glasses standing beside Bai Yige.

The man is tall, thin, and very delicate. He is wearing a white shirt and a coat over the crook of his right arm. Standing in a very casual manner, people can't help but think of the great poets of the Republic of China period.

The man saw Qu Yizhao carrying a girl on his back, and smiled at her.

Song Suli raised her head and looked at the girl on Qu Yizhao's back, but she couldn't see her face clearly because Su Xiaoyan buried her face in Qu Yizhao's neck.

After carefully putting Su Xiaoyan down, Qu Yizhao found a bench from somewhere and asked Su Xiaoyan to sit there.

Su Xiaoyan sat obediently on the bench. At this time, Su Xiaoyan was like a well-behaved little sister next door, without the aura of a domineering elder sister at all.

Song Suli glanced at Su Xiaoyan, and for some reason, he always felt that Su Xiaoyan looked familiar, as if he had seen Su Xiaoyan somewhere.

Bai Yige glanced at Su Xiaoyan, then at Qu Yizhao, and said, "Is that your girlfriend?"

Qu Yizhao shook his head, Bai Yige let out a "tsk" and stopped talking.

Qu Yizhao said, "Why, don't you want to give me an explanation?"

Song Suli smiled politely, and said to Qu Yizhao: "Don't worry, it's not good to talk about it here, let's talk about it elsewhere."

Qu Yizhao nodded. Indeed, although it is temporarily blocked, this is a haunted house. How can anyone negotiate in a haunted house?

"Then just tell me a place, and I went there at that time, isn't it troublesome to come and go?"

Qu Yizhao felt a little helpless, so how much time was wasted when she came and went with Su Xiaoyan?

Song Suli cleared her throat, and looked a little embarrassed, "We...don't have your contact information."

Qu Yizhao suddenly remembered that now is the 21st century, not the Milky Way century, nor is it the era when everyone holds a computer.

Tsk, it's really backward, this era.

When Qu Yizhao was about to recite Su Xiaoyan, Bai Yige said, "Do you need my help?"

Qu Yizhao was taken aback by Bai Yige's question, and she half-jokingly said, "How can you help? Could you help me carry her?"

Unexpectedly, Bai Yige nodded proudly, as if I was right to carry her, and said, "Yes!"

A few minutes later, a charming woman with long breasts and thighs and a thin waist carried another beautiful girl with the same long breasts and thighs and a thin waist.

The two men on the side followed behind the two women.

Qu Yizhao said to Song Suli in a low voice: "I think we will be looked down upon by countless people as soon as we go out."

Song Su was expressionless inside, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. He sighed, patted Qu Yizhao's left shoulder, and said in a coming-of-age tone, "Is comfort more important than face?"

Qu Yizhao said: "Face!"

Song Suli looked at Qu Yizhao very strangely, he snorted and said, "Then you will snatch your princess back from the hands of the big devil."

Qu Yizhao shook his head, looked at the lady who was talking and laughing happily, and said silently: "No, the princess and the big devil have a good chat, so I won't bother them."

Song Suli twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head away, and pretended that he didn't know Qu Yizhao.

Qu Yizhao snorted.

What's the use of saving face? Can face be eaten? Can face be used as money? Can face allow her to walk as easily as she is now?