The Demon Marshal of the Republic of China (12)

Fu Chen's slightly cold voice fell to the ground, and Fu Yun and Shi Xia were stunned.

Fu Yun jumped up first, and pointed at Shi Xia with an angry face, "Big brother, what do you mean, you want me to apologize to this little minion?" ”

"Ahh

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to his knees, his face twisted with pain.

He was puzzled, his hands were on his knees, and he couldn't stand up for a while.

A pair of military boots appeared in his sight, wrapping his straight and slender calves, with a layer of coldness, and he gasped.

Then the old butler trotted over and stood next to Fu Chen with a look of grievance.

"Young master, we can't stop the young marshal..."

"Stand down."

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, waved away the old butler, looked at the young marshal who was copying his pocket with one hand, and said lightly: "The young marshal is here, what are you doing?" ”

Mu Yan casually kicked Fu Yun, who was kneeling on the ground, and sat lazily on the bench, playing with the jade wrench between his slender fingers, and his long eyelashes hanging down were slender and beautiful.

"Ben Shao saw that the Fu family's tutoring was not strict, so he disciplined and disciplined Master Fu well."

The ghost knows why he ran over desperately when he learned that Shi Xia was disguised as a man and infiltrated the Fu family.

Slightly irritated and frowning, he kicked Fu Yun again, kicking him straight into the grass on the side.

His gaze shifted to Shi Xia, who was slightly stunned, and his eyes froze.

Then his gaze moved down and saw Fu Chen holding Shi Xia's wrist tightly.

The slender five fingers were tightly closed, he stood up, and walked into Shixia step by step, his slender figure against her, and a black shadow fell.

The shallow sunlight fell behind him, and the broken hair covered some of his eyebrows, and Shi Xia couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Young Master Fu originally liked to do this kind of thing during the day."

The words were said to Fu Chen, but Mu Yan's lowered eyes kept staring at Shi Xia.

Fu Chen sneered and hooked the corners of his lips, pulling Shi Xia behind him, "The young marshal said that he broke into the Fu family, and if he beat my brother, he would beat him, and now he has to take care of the Fu family's family affairs, is it a bit too much?" ”

Mu Yan raised her eyebrows, her dark and beautiful pupils reflected the coldness of Sensen, and her slender fingers with snow-white gloves grabbed Shi Xia's other wrist violently, and with a hard effort, she was pulled aside.

Fu Chen was afraid that Shi Xia would be injured, so he subconsciously let go of his hand.

Shi Xia was pulled behind Mu Yan.

She didn't resist, the young marshal's slightly cool gloves touched her wrists, bringing a tingling sensation, she lowered her eyes lightly, and cast a beautiful circle of light on her fair little face, with a slight coldness.

Fu Yun, who was not far away, crawled back with a hum, looking at Fu Chen's cold face, I don't know why.

"Big brother, young marshal, why are you doing this to me because of a little minion!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked into the grass again.

The young marshal lazily retracted his long legs, snorted casually, raised his eyes to Fu Chen's gaze, and said word by word: "Young Master Fu, don't ask Ben Shao why he cares so much, if you want to blame Ben Shao's family for living by the sea, the tube is wide." ”

He pinched Shi Xia's wrist and turned slightly, but was blocked by Fu Chen.

"Young marshal, he is the retinue just hired by the Fu family, and you take him away like this, I'm afraid it's not good."

The corners of Fu Chen's lips smiled again, with a gentle and elegant appearance.

Mu Yan looked at it, couldn't help but sneer, lightly pulled Shi Xia to his side, and looked at her: "I don't want to be Ben Shao's entourage, but I came to be his entourage, I really treat Ben Shao as a monkey." ”

Facing the pair of dark and beautiful pupils, Shi Xia raised her eyebrows, and reached out to pull away the fingers of the young marshal holding her wrists one by one.