The Demon Marshal of the Republic of China (9)

And......

The young marshal had no intention of getting angry and killing.

Everyone watched as the young marshal took lazy steps and sat down on the side, with a casual posture as if nothing had happened.

The soldier on the side didn't hold back, and stepped forward and asked, "Young marshal, do you want me to arrest Miss Shi... Bring it back? ”

"No need."

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows, leaned back, his slender legs were slightly overlapped, and the long eyelashes that hung down half covered the dark pupils, revealing a bit of thinness.

He wanted to see how she could save the Shi family without him.

——

Shi Xia returned to the Shi family compound again.

Her instincts told her that someone was going to come looking for her.

"Host, let's stop pretending, I'm obviously telling you!"

System 101 rolled its eyes speechlessly in space, the thinning hair on top of its head flicking through the air in accordance with its movements.

Shixia: "......"

She sat in the main seat of the lobby, tucked her pink sleeves, and there was no expression on her palm-sized face.

After waiting for a moment, a slender figure appeared at the door.

The man was wearing a black suit, with a snow-white shirt buttoned at the top button, and he was tall and wrapped in a layer of cold.

Even from a distance of a few meters, Shi Xia could feel the anger on that person's body.

With his eyebrows frowning, Shi Xia stood up and said lightly: "What does Young Master Yan have to do?" ”

The man straightened his back, didn't look at her, left a cold word and went out.

"Luo Luo asked you to go to Jun's house to live."

This is the young master of the Yan family, Yan Qi.

Ruthless, paranoid, and unkind, probably only in front of Junluo will talk a little more.

Shi Xia looked at it, and there were already several cars parked outside the hospital, and it seemed that she would not leave if she was not picked up.

Should she be glad that Yan Qi didn't directly ask someone to resist her......

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she walked out of the room, her previous dignified temperament disappeared in an instant, and she was inexplicably a little more arrogant.

Shi Xia didn't sit in the same car as Yan Qi, and when she arrived at Jun's house, Junluo was already waiting for her at the door.

When I saw her, I was still in the posture of receiving the princess.

It's just that Shi Xia felt that there was a gaze on his body that was almost about to turn into substance.

She glanced sideways, caught a glimpse of Yan Qi's gloomy face, hooked her lips and smiled, happily put her hand on the back of Jun Luo's hand, and strode into Jun's house.

All her small movements fell into Junluo's eyes.

Following Shi Xia's side, Jun Luo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Miss Shi, it seems to have changed?

There was no point on his face, he took Shi Xia to eat first, and then put forward his own ideas.

"Miss Shi, the Jun family has most of the responsibility for the fact that the Shi family was copied, but the Fu family is not so easy to bring down, if Miss Shi is willing..."

"I do."

Shi Xia took over the words, and his white fingertips stroked the hair around his ears, and the hanging eyelashes were thick and curled, slightly covering the calculation at the bottom of his eyes.

As long as Mu Yan's sister is still in the Fu family, she will go to the Fu family.

Didn't he treat her as a maid, then let him know that not everyone was qualified to talk to her like that.

Slowly raised her eyes to meet Jun Luo's gaze, there was no expression on her little face, and the sneering appearance had long since disappeared, and she was extremely cold.

But intuition told Junluo that the little girl in front of him was not so simple.

Lowering his eyes, he picked up the wine glass on the table and motioned for Shi Xia to clink glasses with him.

"Miss Shi is a cheerful person, since she knows my plan, then I wish us a happy cooperation in advance."

"Okay."

To Junluo's surprise, Shi Xia happily picked up the wine glass and drank it, and his expression was still cold after drinking, and he didn't look half drunk.