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The guard next to him understood and took it from Fei Shiting.

"When I was writing the praise book last night, I was inspired one after another, blessed to the soul!" Fei Shiting blew rainbow fart.

"In this case, I will trouble you to copy it again."

"……ah?"

"Until I am satisfied."

"..."

If God gave Fei Shiting another chance to start over.

She would rather commit suicide at the train station than kneel in front of the officer.

"Okay dear."

Fei Shiting raised a smile.

The young marshal squinted his long and narrow eyes, with the tails of his eyes raised, lazy and difficult to distinguish. When he passed by Fei Shiting, he stopped beside her, raised his fingers in black leather gloves, and grabbed the woman's neck loosely, revealing a pale and hard wrist bone.

"My lord! Be merciful!" Fei Shiting had goosebumps all over her body.

abnormal! ! !

"Next time, don't dare to make trouble in front of Mr.." The man leaned over, his movements were cold and bloody, the golden tassels on the shoulders of the military uniform swayed slightly, and the buttons were fastened meticulously, elegantly and fiercely.

The voice was low and smiling.

"Pay me your life."

…

"She's a pervert!!"

"devil!"

"Didn't I just say a few more words!"

Fei Shiting clutched her neck with tears in her eyes and complained to the system.

The system responded with silence.

The more Fei Shiting thought about it, the angrier she became, and she walked back with her hips on her hips: "No, I can't bear it anymore today, I have to explain it to her!"

She walked towards the Commander's Mansion aggressively, and saw the slender figure of that man from a long distance away, but she hadn't entered yet.

That face, collarbone, hands, legs are all unique.

It is also forbidden and lustful, and no desecration is allowed.

nice people.

Nai He has a bad temper.

Fei Shiting was actually timid when she rushed back. Looking at the scene from a distance, she didn't know what the officer said to the guards. She stood there, casually flipped through two pages of the praise book, and flung it lightly to the guards before stepping into the mansion.

The guard threw the praise book along with the cloak.

Fei Shiting pursed her lips.

My heart felt like it was stabbed.

I can't say how painful it is, but I'm not happy either.

"What's wrong?" the system said, "I reluctantly remind you that being emotional with the target of the raid is your stupidest choice."

"What are you thinking about?" Fei Shiting scratched her head, "I just feel that I have worked so hard to write for so long, but she doesn't read carefully, it's too much!!! What a dog!"

"..."

…

Zhao Songwan narrowly escaped death and got another chance to attack, but his body was still very weak.

Convalescing in a hospital.

She finally understood that this mission should not be underestimated, and was seriously thinking about countermeasures.

Two guards suddenly broke into the medical hall.

Zhao Songwan was startled.

"Miss Zhao, come with us."

"What are you guys doing?!"

That's the man from the Commander's Office.

In their eyes, Zhao Songwan should be a dead man!

How did they know she was in the hospital? !

Zhao Songwan's face was pale, for fear of being killed again.

The guard pointed a gun at her, and smiled politely: "Our officer said that we would like to invite Miss Zhao to the Commander's Mansion to recuperate."

Zhao Songwan would be a ghost if he believed it.

But now she couldn't tolerate her disbelief.

There is simply no way to escape.

He could only follow them into the car in awe.

that person……

Cover the sky with one hand.

What kind of people will be moved.

Zhao Songwan closed his eyes, his brain spinning rapidly.

…

Dominion.

Ranbai and Mr. are having lunch.

The young marshal took off his gloves, crossed his long legs, and was undisciplined and lazy. He just picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

The movement suddenly stopped.

Not even the expression was right.

"What's wrong?" Mr. asked gently.

Swallowing the dish without changing the color of the dyed white noodles, the thin lips under the high bridge of the nose are blushing,

Put down the chopsticks: "Why so sour?"

The husband let out an ooh, and smiled at her with his eyes bent: "Sir, I think it's better to put more vinegar in cooking."

"..."

Ranbai narrowed her eyes, looked at him, and said nothing.

After looking at each other for two seconds.

"Forget it." Mo Chen changed the dishes in front of him, his tone was so flat that no emotions could be heard, "You eat this plate."

Before withdrawing his hand, the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist, laughed lowly, and asked inexplicably: "Sir, who is the jealous one?"

"What are you talking about, Ah Bai?" His eyebrows were calm.

Ranbai slowly walked around to the gentleman's side, his slender figure cast a shadow, and the light fragrance lingered, he raised his chin: "Because of the cloak? Or because of what the woman said?"

"Didn't you tell me to throw it away?"

"This one." Ranbai simply occupied half of the seat, without taking his eyes off him, "It was indeed thrown away, who knew that she could even bring back the trash."

The gentleman pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

"I made my husband angry." Ranbai sighed, his voice seemed to be inexplicably low.

"No." He frowned.

"Mr. is angry, and I will be unhappy too." Ranbai lazily pressed against his ear, the tip of her snow-white teeth biting his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Not angry, huh?"

A syllable overflowing from the throat.

The tail is elongated.

The husband couldn't resist her, and said in a calm tone, "Don't make trouble, the food will be cold later."

"Of course sir is important."

After finishing the meal, the husband suddenly asked: "Is there any business today?"

"No." The young marshal propped his chin lazily, looking at him with thick eyelashes and narrow eyes, "I can stay with you all day, sir."

Mo Chen nodded, and said softly, "I think you have."

"?"

"Be busy in the study."

"?"

"I'm going back to school first."

"?"

The color of the white-stained eyes was solidified, and the long eyelashes cast dark and beautiful shadows, the eyes were a little deep, and they stared at Mr.

The man nodded to her and left.

Always been gentle.

The young marshal crossed his long and slender hands, slightly touching the bridge of his nose.

silence.

Feng Luo: "Ahahahahahahahahaha!!"

An Er: "Ha Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose..."

"Call again, get out."

Feng Luo said kindly: "Host, you don't seem to be coaxing good people."

"..."

Feng Luo sprinkled salt on the young marshal's wound again: "I'm afraid you will sleep in the study alone tonight."

Ran Bai asked lightly, "Is it funny?"

"...No, it's not very funny, but it's a sight to behold..."

"I can't cure Mr., and I can't cure you?" Ran Bai casually pinched his wrist, his movements loose and lazy.

Feng Luo fell into a deep silence.

"By the way, isn't this the male protagonist's script?" An Er was deeply puzzled.

"?" Feng Luo was at a loss, "Isn't the host the male lead?"

"..."

It seems to be right.

Nothing wrong with that.

Feng Luo: "Speaking of which, we are also people who have the halo of the hero."

Ann: "But acting feels a bit like a villain."

"You don't understand that, hooking the heroine's soul, doing the opposite thing, being cruel and bewitching is not contradictory."

"6."

In short, Feng Luo is quite gloating.

But he dared not laugh any more.

I am afraid that the next one will be his sorrow.

Ran Bai tapped the table with his long fingers, got up, put on his military cap, his movements were calm, and his profile was sharp.

"Host, what are you doing?"

"Chasing people."

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