Why come to the Frontroom?

"Take my wife home."

Husband...... Madam?

This...... Is there the wife of the young marshal?

No...... No, shouldn't she be shocked that the ruthless young marshal actually picked up his wife personally?

How is this possible?

In the eyes of the rest of the people, the man's knuckles were slender and clean, lifted into the air.

The man's cold eyes stared straight at the man on the stage.

A cold and gentle voice sounded, "Come here, madam." ”

“……！”

The little girl who ran out of tune like this is the wife of the young marshal?

This is comparable to a tornado blowing, and a middle-aged woman is full of thoughts: Did I kill her just now? Did I just give her a roll of the eye? Am I going to finish?

Tan Sang's eyes were in a trance, and when he saw it, he fell into his eyes.

The emotion in those dark eyes was too heavy for her to bear.

Moreover, she is obviously here to catch the rapist, okay?

She pursed her lips and hesitated, but still bent down and reached out to place her fingertips in the man's palm.

At the first touch, it was slightly cold, the same as the coldness of the man.

Just without waiting for Tan Sang to respond, the man suddenly withdrew his hand, completely wrapped her hand, and pulled it gently.

Tan Sang was caught off guard, and was dragged into his arms by the man from the stage and hugged him horizontally.

This fierce operation really shocked everyone.

The young marshal is really still a young marshal, even if he is shot in the leg, he is still like this...... Violent......

Tan Sang looked up at the man holding him with a dull gaze.

Although it was not the first time she had sat on his lap, every time she sat on his lap, she would feel a tug.

She also thought about asking him, she sits, doesn't he hurt?

But I'm still afraid of hurting my little sensitive's fragile heart, so I haven't asked.

A guard stepped forward and pushed Tan Sang and them, although there is such a thing as a wheelchair, but it is two people, and it is really hard.

The guard who began to sweat on the top of his head looked calm, and his face was full of "I'm okay, I'm great, I'm strong".

Originally, I wanted Shen Jijin to let go of his Tan Sang, and An An sat on the man's lap.

Okay, you can say you can.

I didn't force you.

Occasionally, a few people stopped paying attention because of such a battle, but they were all scared away by the guns in the hands of these people.

got into the car, Tan Sang didn't get out of the man's arms, so she could only push the man's hard chest and ask:

"What is the young marshal going to Paramount for today?"

The man raised his eyebrows rarely, and asked with interest, "What?" Madame cares about me? ”

Tan Sang naturally nodded, and pulled his hand into the pocket of the thin golden chain hanging from the man's warlord uniform.

Let the man be forced to bow his head.

In fact, she didn't want to, mainly from the perspective of her posture and position at this time.

I could only see the man's clear and sharp facial features, his jaw was slightly taut, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and the bridge of his nose was high and straight.

She couldn't see her favorite eye at all.

As soon as he pulled it down, the light on the side of the road swept down from the man's oblique side, and the slender eyelashes under the military hat cast a faint shadow on the cold white complexion.

"Shouldn't I ask about my husband?"

The little girl's voice was small when she asked, and she sounded cowardly and cowardly, presumably because she was afraid that she would be rejected.

In the night, the little girl's eyes were flushed red, which made people feel even more distressed.

So the young marshal, who would not comfort people, reached out for the first time as if hesitating and patted the little girl's thin shoulder.