"A real man should make fame and achieve something, how can he do nothing? Besides, you are so smart and have good martial arts. It would be a pity not to make achievements. I asked you to marry Sima Guo because people with a family are more persevering. What is the purpose of making achievements? Isn't it just to have a wife and a son and enjoy wealth? Besides, this is also a hostage. The court's practice is not specifically targeting you."

Xiahou Yan was very tempted and tried his best to make himself look clear about justice and selfless, but his eyebrows could not hide the cunning and complacent little fox.

Cao Miao saw clearly, but did not say it out loud, and watched Xiahou Yan perform quietly.

After Xiahou Yan finished speaking, he tilted his head, thought for a while, nodded, and shook his head again. "You have made sense. But my Angweng has been the king, and my mother has been dead for more than ten years, and she doesn't even know where she is buried. I'm born and die, but Sima Guo is a bit too much of a loss?" He turned over and lay on the couch and sighed, "I don't even have any interest in thinking about it."

"Who are you willing to do for?"

Cao Miao turned his head and looked at Xiahou Yan not speaking, his eyes shining.

Xiahou Yan was stunned for a while, and suddenly reacted, and his face was flushed with shame. She stretched out her hand and tried to hit Cao Miao. She stretched out her hand halfway, but she felt that it was too intimate that Cao Miao could misunderstand. She quickly shrank back, got up, ran away with the hem of her clothes. She walked too flustered. When she went out, she wore shoes for a long time but didn't put them on. She simply carried them in her hand and went downstairs.

"Qingtao, help me put on my shoes." Xiahou Yan sat on the stairs and shouted casually. These days, she was inseparable from Qingtao, and she had regarded Qingtao as her personal maid, and had done many things to Qingtao.

Qingtao walked over, squatted in front of Xiahou Yan, and helped her put on her shoes.

Looking at Qingtao in front of him, Xiahou Yan suddenly realized that Qingtao was originally Cao Miao's personal maid, and only Cao Miao's wife was qualified to do her current style. She had just calmed down a little and immediately became panicked again. She couldn't help but cover her hot little face. When Qingtao put on her shoes, she didn't even say hello and left.

Qingtao was stunned for a moment, not understanding his intention. At this time, Cao Miao shouted. "Qingtao, Qingtao."

"Here you come." Qingtao went upstairs and came to Cao Miao's room.

Cao Miao was still lying on the ground, looking up at the roof. Hearing the footsteps, he tilted his head. "Go away?"

"Go away."

"Is there any news from Zhang Wei?"

Speaking of serious matters, Qingtao closed his smile. "The latest news was half a month ago, and he had arrived in Liaodong."

Cao Miao turned over and sat up. It was very good. "You inform Han Long to prepare a few ships and start the next move."

"Here."

"One more thing is to contact your aunt. We have some money to hold for her in case of emergency."

Qingtao's eyes flashed, his expression was a little excited, and then he calmed down. "How much is it?"

"One or two hundred million."

"One...two million?" Qingtao widened his eyes in surprise, and glared at Cao Miao in disbelief.

Cao Miao glanced at her and curled his lips. "I have no prospects. You are also a descendant of the Xuanwei Marquis' Mansion. It's more than 100 million or 200 million? Have some ambitions, it will be 100 billion or 200 billion in the future."

Qingtao sneered and bowed. "Yes, the village master has a great ambition, but his maid has a little knowledge."

Cao Miao waved his hand and signaled Qingtao to retreat. Qingtao obviously didn't know the black hole-like expenditure behind the intelligence work, so it would be a huge sum of money to take advantage of some money.
Chapter completed!