The Demon Marshal of the Republic of China (35)

He struggled to stand up and grabbed the corner of Shi Xia's clothes, his eyes were full of fear, even if the old housekeeper was supporting him on the side, he was trembling all over.

Shi Xia lowered his eyes and lightly pulled the corner of his clothes from his fingers, and sat on the edge of the bed with a round fan.

"If you really love her, why do you push her to the young marshal."

The girl looked lazy, with a white bracelet on her slender wrist, and the wrist bone was extremely beautiful, and she looked at him at the moment, her light brown eyes were beautiful, reflecting his embarrassed shadow.

Fu Chen stiffened and withdrew his hand, staring at Shi Xia in disbelief.

There is always a strange feeling in his heart, the girl in front of him is not like the girl he misses, and it seems that she has just suddenly changed her personality, and she is still her in her bones.

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help frowning, a flash of panic flashed between his eyebrows, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes to look at the corner of her clothes.

He had just done a lot of hard work, so he wouldn't hurt her.

The corners of the pink cheongsam were only pinched by him, and it didn't seem to hurt the skin.

Fu Chen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned on the side of the bed, his eyes a little blank.

Why push her to the young marshal?

Probably because he knew that his time was running out and wanted to find a good home for her.

Slowly closing his eyes, he pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile was a little bitter, "Miss Shi is embarrassed, just rude." ”

Shi Xia narrowed his eyes, and the hand shaking the round fan paused slightly.

Could it be that this person knows that she is Shi Xia again?

Tut.

That's smart.

She stood up, her figure was slender and beautiful, there was a bit of laziness between her eyebrows, and her voice was flat: "Since you have pushed her to someone else, then I have nothing to say, I hope you will not regret it." ”

Holding the pink bag between her fingers, she took out a few bills from the bag and put them on the table, turned and walked out of the room.

The slender heels stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound, and the girl's slender figure gradually disappeared around the corner.

The old butler who was standing on the side looked a little embarrassed.

This banknote is not collected, and it is not collected.

The housekeeper moved his gaze to Fu Chen.

He was already a little stunned, looking at the banknotes on the table in a daze, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were a little bitter, and his face was a little pale.

In the middle of the night, he moved.

Slowly got up and got out of bed, stood at the table and held the money in the palm of his hand.

The temperature of the banknote is slightly cool, just like the feeling that the girl brought him, no matter when, it is a cold appearance, standing there, it is already a landscape.

This is probably the fact that I don't know what to do, and I am deeply in love.

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Shi Xia, who had just stepped out of the Fu family's compound, suddenly stretched out a hand from the corner, as if he wanted to pinch her wrist.

Looking at the familiar cuffs of the military uniform, she lowered her eyes and hooked the corners of her lips, grabbed the hand, turned her body slightly, and pressed the person directly into the corner.

The man was slender, and when she was pressed against the corner, a dark shadow fell.

The tip of his nose lingered with a cold fragrance, and Shi Xia raised his eyebrows.

It's the young marshal.

He didn't have his usual coldness at the moment, he looked at her a little nervously, his drooping eyelashes were slender and beautiful, and his peach blossom eyes looked affectionate no matter who he stared at.

Shi Xia let go of his hand, shook the round fan lightly and sneered: "It's a loss of this good skin." ”

Mu Yan's fingertips were wrapped in a layer of coolness, and he hung down slightly helplessly, and his voice was a little blurred.

"Things are not ...... the way you think"

"Oh?"

Shi Xia snorted lightly, and lazily glanced him up and down, "Give you a chance, explain why you sent me to prison, why you treat me as a pawn, why you pretend to love me even if you don't love me." ”