Tan Sang got out of the car, the young marshal didn't know how long he had been waiting, the whole person was in the dark, he lowered his eyes and looked at her silently.

The man's side face is sharp, and he doesn't argue.

[Ding, -2 opinion, current 66]

Tan Sang sighed in his heart, judging from Tan Sang's relationship with this person for so long, Xiao Mei must be angry.

"Madame, come here."

The tone was flat, there was nothing unusual at all, and his eyes glanced at the car as if he was nothing.

"Thank you Dashuai for sending my wife back to the house, tomorrow I will go to the house in person to thank you, now, I will not send off guests."

This eviction order is not too obvious.

After speaking, the man pulled Tan Sang a little closer without a trace.

The maid pushed Shen Jijin and walked a few steps, the man's face was always iron-blue, but he didn't say anything to her.

Tan Sang organized the language for a long time before asking: "Has the husband waited for me for a long time?" ”

I?

Scold! Now you don't even want to be called a wife?

The look in his eyes was uncertain, and suddenly the man's slender knuckles tapped a few times on the wheelchair.

The servant stopped.

"The lady only married into the mansion and had a good relationship with the marshal's mansion one day?"

Tan Sang suddenly understood that over the years, the better the little beauty is, the more worried this handsome is that he will be replaced by the little beautiful one day.

This knife and secret arrow back and forth several times, Xiaomei was even more disappointed in this father-in-law, and this discord became recognized by everyone.

Until, she was lame.

The Marshal's Mansion began to be relieved, and with Shen Jijin's level of resentment, it was impossible to forgive him for the poisonous hands.

So, she's hated now, too?

She shook her head violently: "No, I have a good relationship with you young marshal." ”

Young marshal?!

The knuckles tightened inch by inch, and the face was also stained with a layer of haze.

[Ding, -2 opinion, current 64]

What kind of anger is this?

Tan Sang was slightly stunned.

The good-looking peach blossom eyes were shining, and she didn't say the wrong thing just now!

The girl leaned over, and the scent of roses wafted through the air.

I'm afraid that this little girl grew up in roses, otherwise why is it the sweetness of roses?

The young marshal thought so.

Like the delicate lips of the petals licked, the lips were even more red, and she covered the man's cool and thin lips.

In the past, Xiaomei was angry, and she just kissed her.

I only hope that this young marshal can also dissipate his anger.

The man's dark pupils were obviously stagnant, and there was a trace of ripples in his lake-like calm eyes, and his little lady was too ......

Not reserved anymore.

A layer of red creeps out of the ears.

[Ding, Opinion +3, Current Opinion 67]

Tan Sang's hanging heart suddenly let go.

Fortunately, I didn't get angry.

It's just, why didn't this person let go of her hand?

The soldiers behind him were all blushed by the new lady, but they felt a cold look in their eyes, and they retreated sharply.

It was they who got in the way of the young marshal's eyes.

"In the future, if he sends another man to call you, you will call me."

"Got it?"

Tan Sang nodded disappreciatively.

Shen Jijin used a little strength in her palm, which hurt a little, in order to let Tan Sang remember the lesson.

The little girl is also really squeamish.

was pinched lightly by him, and his brows were furrowed.

looks like he doesn't like him.

So the young marshal leaned down and blew on the palm of her hand.

The thin cocoon between the fingers made Tan Sang itchy.

Tan Sang was about to be amused.