Young Marshal of the Republic of China (7)
Jun Luo, who was sitting in the lobby, watched the group of people brought by Mu Yan leave in a majestic manner, and felt inexplicably funny.
Lowering his eyes and casually placing the knife and fork, he raised his hand and hooked his fingers, and immediately someone bent down beside him.
He raised his eyebrows and commanded in a low voice, "Send someone to follow Shi Xia." ”
The man was a little embarrassed, "Young Master... It's hard not to be discovered by the young marshal's people......"
"Huh?"
"Yes! We try not to be discovered! ”
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Shi Xia, who was the first to leave the Jun family's compound, stopped and waited for the person behind him.
Mu Yan's slender fingers took off the hat on his head, inexplicably a little irritable.
Walking beside Shi Xia unhurriedly, he raised his hand and called the military vehicle not far away.
Neither of them spoke, and the air was eerily silent.
The driver noticed this atmosphere, broke out in a cold sweat, and always thought that the young marshal wanted to kill again, so he opened the window tremblingly.
The breeze blew Mu Yan's slightly long broken hair, covering some delicate eyebrows.
He paused, lowered his eyes and played with the jade wrench, and said lightly: "Has the Jun family treated you badly?" ”
Originally, he didn't think he would get an answer from the girl, but she seemed to move her body in the back seat, opened the window and whispered back to him: "No." ”
The girl's voice was soft, but with a bit of coldness, it fluttered into the young marshal's ears.
The movements of his hands paused slightly, and he didn't know what he was covering, and continued: "The maid of this handsome family can't tolerate the mistreatment of others. ”
Shi Xia knew that this sentence meant to tell her not to think too much.
He just treated her as a maid, didn't want to lose face, and didn't care about her.
Exhaled slightly, her slender fingertips pressed her swollen temples, she didn't speak again, and her long eyelashes fell on the tip of her white nose, showing a little loneliness.
She was already exhausted, but under the blowing of the breeze, she fell asleep after a while.
probably knew that no matter how much he hated her, he wouldn't endanger her life.
The car came to a slow stop.
The young marshal who got out of the car didn't wait for the girl's figure for a long time, and his heart became more and more irritable, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and looked at the window.
The girl was already asleep, with a few strands of silky hair on the side of her fair little face, her pink lips were a little more bloody than a few days ago, and her temperament was a little less cold and a little more gentle.
It wasn't until the driver whispered to him that he came back to his senses.
"Young Marshal, do you want me to wake up Miss Shi."
The driver cautiously wanted to take a look at the girl in the car, but was thrown aside by the young marshal by the collar.
The young marshal opened the car door and opened the window a little smaller, then ignored the girl, turned around and ordered the soldier beside him: "Wait for her to wake up naturally, don't let anyone approach." ”
"Yes."
He walked into the courtyard without the slightest nostalgia, not even a side glance.
The driver sighed from the sidelines.
Miss Shi met the young marshal, which was pitiful.
Even in this case, the young marshal was reluctant to carry her out of the car.
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Shi Xia was finally woken up by the cold.
Her waist was so sore that she sat up straight and looked out the window.
Guarding the car was a group of soldiers with their backs to her, who heard the movement and quickly turned around and opened the door for her.
She frowned and got out of the car.
The soldier didn't dare to look up at her, lowered his head and said, "Miss Shi, the young marshal commands, if you wake up, go to the housekeeper to report first, and tomorrow you will start to be the young marshal's personal maid." ”
A personal maid?
Scold.
What a maid.
Feeling a little tired, she raised her hand and rubbed her sore waist, and the moonlight above her head was cold and cold.
It was exactly the same moon as the day he left her.
She's really tired.
Slowly closing her eyes, her body fell to the side like a broken leaf.