Chapter 292: Send you to heaven

"Everyone in the class stays in this hotel at night." She raised her head and glanced at him, with a freehand expression on her face.
The people behind, suddenly slipped at their feet, especially the high-level of this hotel, almost frightened to commit a heart attack. He stared blankly at Leng Yiyao who stopped at the elevator entrance, almost taking a breath.
Hemo frowned and looked at Rod's parents almost subconsciously.
As the organizer of this evening party, Luo's parents can't wait to slap themselves a few times. What did he think at the time that he would even announce on the stage that the entire Royal Capital Hotel would be contracted?
The point is that Leng Yiyao actually said it in front of the marshal. Doesn't this make people think that they had made up their mind before and wanted to let Leng Yiyao stay tonight?
Rod's father was about to speak tremblingly, but when Alston suddenly came out from one side, he added slowly: "I didn't say that the hotel was set for people who live far away. Not everyone in the class. Keep it for the night."
The people in the special class instantly turned their minds and praised them secretly in their hearts. As expected, the deputy squad leader was still fast, so they turned their heads and nodded frantically at Leng Yiyao one by one with very serious eyes. If the marshal thinks that they forced Leng Yiyao to stay here tonight, hiss
For some reason, I suddenly felt the screams in the presidential suite seem to be louder.
"Yes, yes! My family has never allowed me to stay overnight." This is a nonsense with my eyes open. It is clear that when I call to report tonight, my whole face is bright.
"I've never used to staying in a hotel. I will stay here and go to school tomorrow. I must detour. I must go home." This is because she doesn't know the topography of the imperial capital. What way to detour.
Leng Yiyao lazily folded her arms to watch them, what is this for? Those who know the current affairs are the best?
After Frey took care of the affairs in the presidential suite, when he left the house, he happened to hear the marshal resentfully make up the knife: "Let's go, it's fine to live anywhere, but here, the room is too bad."
When did you see people who were accustomed to swords, mountains, fires, and corpses spreading across the wild, but still kept the word "bad luck" in their hearts?
And the senior management staff of this hotel are almost crying blind after hearing it!
What is bad luck?
The unlucky people have been "hanging up from the southeast branch" by them. Where is there any unlucky? Master Marshal, you want to take someone away, it shouldn’t be like this~
Leng Yiyao's gaze fell on everyone, deep and shallow, for a long time, curled her lips, and said calmly: "It's a pity."
No one knows what she meant by the phrase "a pity". She thought she was talking the other way round, or she simply sighed and couldn't stay overnight, but in fact...
She really didn’t have the experience of staying out in a group. It felt like tonight was like a school outing and intensive board and lodging. It’s a pity that Huo Qiming did this. No matter how big the brain circuit is, it is estimated that she can’t live in peace Lived.
When her three words fell, Frey clearly heard the people in the corridor exhale collectively.
Look, let you live, let you die, this piece of manipulation of people's minds, Xiaosheng admires.
Allston laughed playfully, leaning against the corner, watching Leng Yiyao leave step by step.
Tonight, this farce is only a presidential suite in the Imperial Capital Hotel, but if there is no banned code, from tomorrow, everyone in the Imperial Capital will know that the marshal wants to protect someone.
Leng Yiyao, a high school transfer student, is only the daughter of a rich man in City D, but with such skill and courage, such use of violence and trickery, who can truly see her essence?
There was silence in the special class. Seeing that Leng Yiyao was about to leave, she suddenly had a meal from her back.
"Oh, yes." Leng Yiyao suddenly lowered her head and smiled at Luo's parents.
For some reason, the person kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled.
She waved her hand, but smiled gracefully and generously: "Everyone knows what happened tonight, as long as I know. I don't want my high school life to be too lively." Almost half of the people present came to the Imperial Capital. Business celebrities. Although some people were involved and didn't go upstairs, just the group of people kneeling here is already extraordinary in the Imperial Business District. She smiled, but her eyes were pale and indifferent.
This is a ban on sound.
just…….
Rod's parents carefully peeped in the direction of the marshal, and announced such words in front of him. Why do they always feel that the young lady made the decision directly over the marshal?
It was not like avoiding all kinds of noisy rumors to the Marshal, it was more like she took the initiative to hide herself in the dark.
But, with the reputation of a marshal on her head, how many things can be saved, doesn't she know?
Suddenly the silence in the corridor was frightening, and everyone was afraid to say anything.
At this time, no one dared to respond, everyone was waiting for another answer.
"Do as she said." For a long time, the noble and cold voice came down from high above the corridor.
Rod did not know why, he felt a chill in his back. Looking up again, the two figures of Marshal and Leng Yiyao flashed away, disappearing in the elevator door...
It was the first time that he saw on TV and in the newspapers, a man who was the only one walking side by side with a woman.
He originally thought that men are inferior to women in this world, but at this moment, watching the backs of the two of them disappear into the light of the elevator entrance, he didn't know why, he suddenly thought of a word-made in heaven. It was as if it would not be like this if they changed anyone by their side.
The 64-story high-rise building, taking the elevator down, is actually just a blink of an eye. Standing in the elevator, Leng Yiyao and Hemo didn't speak. One was leaning against the mirror of the elevator, closing their eyes and resting, while the other was looking down and straight into the hearts of people.
When the elevator reached the ground floor, fifteen military bulletproof vehicles lined up neatly. If you don’t know the details of this battle, you might think that something major has happened in the military.
Leng Yiyao looked at Zhai Mu standing by the first car without surprise, and looked over calmly. He even smiled at her when he was looking at her.
Tonight, the most clear whereabouts of her is naturally her "exclusive driver". However, when she left Shengde High School with Rod and the others after the club activities, she had already greeted him. Unexpectedly, he didn't leave, but he did his duty.
"In some respects, where you are, there is absolutely no way to live." Hemo followed her gaze and glanced at Zhai Mu. For so long, except when testing guns in D City, he felt that he was a little useful. This is the second time I feel that bringing this person to the Capital Military Region is a good decision.
Leng Yiyao blinked, thinking that the person he was talking about was not Conan? Where to die, it's almost like going all the way and turning into a of death.
"I never take the initiative to provoke things." As for others, it is beyond her abilities to find a chance. She is already very low-key.
Speaking of which, until her physical fitness is fully recovered, she would rather continue to be the daughter of the merchants in City D in the eyes of others. Look, there is no threat, she can do whatever she wants. People live a lifetime, time is limited, why do you carry so many things on yourself? She has seen too much, no matter how powerful in her hand, the last move is careless, and she loses all the games and disappears. Why bother?
Hemo looked down at her and snorted. She never takes the initiative to pick things? She knew that with her character, in the empire, no ordinary people could protect her. Even the emperor’s daughter, the eldest princess, who was honored and favored back then, was still despised by the people and forced to avoid the border because of the disconnect between her husband and the wife?
This walk has been many years. Except for the annual royal ball, where all the royal nobles in the empire gather together, have you ever seen the face of the great princess who was once incomparable? The emperor thought she was embarrassed, and she was so clean that she hadn't seen her early, and the mother and concubine of the eldest princess also had a delicate identity, so she did not dare to interfere with the emperor's emotions.
Even the most noble princess born in the empire can't live casually, she still feels that she has tolerated everything around her in every possible way? You know, the class she is now in is behind the top nobles, chaebols, and celebrities in the empire. Such people are no different from all living beings in her eyes. He is really curious about who can leave marks in her eyes. .
However, thinking of the royal ball, his eyes fell suddenly. "Lu Chen handed you an invitation?"
The imperial masquerade has already been the long-awaited prosperous age of the imperial capital. Although it will only be held next month, now which personnel are invited has basically become the focus of the upper class. After all, the people invited to the ball of this specification have directly represented their status in the empire. The interior of the imperial house is tumbling, and it’s always new. Now because of the death of the second prince Lu Ming, the entire imperial house is full of doubts, and the grandfather of the grand prince directly "accidentally" burned to death at the royal airport. Just look at it.
Under such circumstances, the royal family has always used more shocking news to cover up the dark side of corruption and ugliness. Therefore, the eldest prince who has reached the age of marriage, Lu Chen, who is the first heir to the throne, became this masked ball. key.
Even though the invitation letter has not yet been dissipated, the wind has gradually spread in the imperial capital.
Although no one knows who Lu Chen will invite personally, but...
He quietly met Leng Yiyao, who walked toward the back seat. He hardly needed to ask anyone, knowing that he was absolutely unwilling to change.
Leng Yiyao raised her eyebrows in surprise, this is really strange, Hemo didn't even hear Zhai Mu talk about it? It was clear that when she came to pick her up at the gate of the military academy that day, he and Lu Chen met upright, and after she got out of Lu Chen's car, when she held the invitation letter in her hand, she never avoided him in front of him.
When Leng Yiyao got in the car, Zhai Mu had already started the car engine and the car was slowly on the road.
She found that this person was quite interesting. She knows how to use a knife. He revealed it to Hemo. He told Hemo about her whereabouts tonight. But when it came to Lu Chen, why did he suddenly shut up?
"Yes. I promised to attend." The scenery outside the window turned hurriedly, and she yawned and answered naturally.
Hemo suddenly closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "Back to the handsome mansion."
There was a touch of helplessness in the faint voice. He probably really couldn't help her. After all, what she wants to do or say, it seems that she has never been affected by her own will, and no one can control it. At first, when he saw her family, he felt strange, such an unacceptable family. Now he understood that, no matter what her blood relationship, from the bottom of his heart, her character is free and free. You can ask her for advice and give her persuasion, but as for whether she listens, is willing to implement it, sorry, that is her own business, and no one should try to interfere.
Leng Yiyao actually didn't know why she had to follow Hemo back to the Marshal's Mansion, because even if she did, she should go back to her villa. Oh no, to correct it, it is a "borrowed" villa. In this way, there is essentially no difference. It seems that no matter where he goes back, it is Hemo's sphere of influence. The point is, whether it is her driver Zhai Mu or her classmates, now no matter the belly or back, they are all his people, well, even if he is not his person, as long as he makes a look, the other person will immediately fall on his leg. . What is reversal, this is it. Arguing with him about the direction to go home at night?
Leng Yiyao tilted her head and sat on the leather seat, looking up at the moon boredly. She didn't even think about the waste of words.
Frey sat in the position of the co-pilot, almost crying out sympathetic tears for his master. I have never seen a lady who is invulnerable like Leng Yiyao!
"Where did the gun come from?" The car drove for five minutes, and it was too quiet. He Mo had silently digested the news that Leng Yiyao had agreed to participate in the Lu Chen Concubine Selection Ball. Finally, he chose a topic to break the silence. .
"I came out of the military academy." She blinked, thinking that this topic seemed unsafe. After all, if you bring a military school gun fire privately, you will be dealt with by the military school if you find it. However, when he came to her to test the gun, in such a big gun room, there were all kinds of guns except the sniper, how could she be indifferent. I chose a handy one that is lightweight and easy to carry, but I didn't expect it would actually come in handy. She chuckled, in front of Hemo's face, gently stretched out her right hand, like a trick, with a random backhand, the gun that was so dark and glowing was already at the fingertips.
"Go back and let Frey help you pick a better hand." He smiled, but his heart was shocked. After all, at the beginning, she left the gun room with him and Frey, and even walked with a gun in front of him. He didn't know, if she really wanted to do it, there was nothing else she couldn't do.
"By the way, the ropes on Huo Qiming and them can't last for a few minutes. What's wrong with them?" The wind speed caused by the armed helicopter and the convective wind on the tall buildings are not trivial. The rope will definitely not last for a few minutes. If it really falls, even if a ban on noise is issued, the family behind the forty brothers and rich girls will receive noise.
"Look at it for yourself." Hemo pressed the switch easily, and the window of the car slowly lowered in an instant. Not far away, in the air, there was a shadow on the moon...
Leng Yiyao glanced, the distance was a little far away, not quite clear.
At this moment, Frey sitting in the front row suddenly spoke a word in a low voice with a communication device, and soon the shadow was getting closer and closer to them.
Until the sound of the propeller became clearer, she finally saw clearly that it was the armed helicopter just now!
The roaring helicopter flew past, but there was something more on the pedals of the plane, which was actually tied with two strings of twists...
Well, yes, two strings of special military ropes are often used, and the group of elder brothers and beauties hanging upside down are like twists, hanging upside down with golden hooks...
Tsk tusk, the howling ghost jackal's voice became more and more tragic.
It flashed past the head, and gradually flew away again...
In essence, Leng Yiyao felt that she was quite dark. Seeing Hemo's hand, she suddenly felt that this person and herself are indeed the same kind of people. It is true that she had this kind of person when she first looked at it. feel. How easy it is for people to die, just feed a bullet, and you can be satisfied in minutes by whatever posture you want to die. But what she likes most is that people can't survive or die.
This is the highest state of torturing a person.
Don’t those people love to deprive others of their dignity and bottom line? Then turn it around and play on them.
They want to give her the contraindications and inject them back into them. They want "LeLe", so they happily return to their swings.
Look, how unified. She doesn't need to innovate at all.
"However, so many giants suddenly lost their sons overnight. I am afraid they will go to heaven tomorrow?" She suddenly remembered that Huo Qiming's most critical reliance was not his father, but his grandfather. That is, the legendary ship king, think about it, early in the morning, a group of businessmen, Tai Shan, suddenly discovered that their beloved treasure was missing, and they were not allowed to turn the capital upside down!
"Leng Yiyao." He suddenly called her name.
"Huh?" She gave a slight pause at the corner of her joking mouth, and subconsciously raised her head to look at him.
"Who do you think is the person sitting in front of you!" He looked at her cleanly and calmly, his voice calm, but every word dazzled.
Yes, who is he!
Up and down the empire, a single move can subvert everyone's imagination. He killed the inner ghost, punished the nine families of rebels in the military, and headlines the news of the Empire, but he is still respected as a god. Just because he is Hemo! God of the military!
Having personally judged the lives and deaths of so many people, he was just a piece of the chessboard in the blink of an eye. In his eyes, how did business celebrities differ from the ants?
At this moment, Ling Li's momentum burst on the car, and Leng Yiyao suddenly felt the oncoming domineering. At that moment, there was a slight loss of consciousness....
Immediately, the corners of his lips were curled up, and he smiled sly.
I'm afraid that from tomorrow, there will be no "Ship King" in the capital...
Frey and Zhai Mu didn't say a word from beginning to end, but they heard how someone "borrowed a knife to kill". This feeling is amazing.
This is not a conspiracy, but Chi Guoguo's conspiracy. Needless to say, it is the marshal, but they are all very clear. Leng Yiyao’s words just now are not really jealous, or worried about how big waves will be caused by those business celebrities, but kindly "remind" that we must eliminate the roots. , Otherwise, the spring breeze will blow again...
What's the difference between this and the entire clan that the Marshal ordered to slaughter the high-ranking military officials and traitors?
The evening breeze is icy, but it is not as cold as the icy bottom of my heart at this moment.
"Ah~" Leng Yiyao squinted her eyes, suddenly yawned, and fell into the back seat sleepily: "I will sleep for a while, and call me when I arrive."
I haven't practiced piano for too long. Today's club activities cost her a lot of brain cells. But the group of counselors just made her relax. Leng Yiyao lazily closed her eyes, thinking, about the future physical training should be strengthened. I didn't do much physical work today, so why do I get sleepy so easily?
Watching someone fall into a dream directly in front of the marshal, Frey could almost put an ostrich egg in his mouth. Miss Leng, are you too casual? Do you really forget who the person in front of you is?
Hemo slowly lowered his gaze, the car was elongated, and the back seat was extremely spacious. He and Leng Yiyao were originally face to face, but now seeing her almost lying on her back, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
Don’t understand, or don’t want to understand?
He suddenly didn't want to ask.
"Marshal..." Frey paused for a moment, and was about to ask whether to turn on the air conditioner. At this temperature, if Leng Yiyao really sleeps, he might catch a cold tomorrow.
But seeing Hemo suddenly raised his hand, interrupted his voice directly.
Inside the car, suddenly fell into silence.
For a long time, a rustling sound came from the back seat.
Frey didn't dare to look back, only Zhai Mu glanced through the mirror.
The dignified imperial commander unexpectedly accommodated someone to sit next to her and leaned her crooked head in his arms to avoid her bumps and give her peace....
At this moment, there was a quiet and peaceful flow between the two, as if no one could break it.
Zhai Mu suddenly retracted his gaze, his gaze fell on the road in front of him again, but this time, his face was indifferent and his expression stiff...
That night, the car drove extremely steadily, and when it arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, it hadn't even arrived at eleven.
Leng Yiyao slept all the way and recovered a lot. When she got out of the car, she looked up and the moon turned brighter.
"Is the fat chef?" she asked casually, suddenly missing the other person's craftsmanship. Although the meals at Rod’s parents’ dinner are provided by top hotels, the taste is still a bit different compared to the fat chef.
"It's so late, it's easy to accumulate food when eating, which is bad for the stomach." Someone's voice came from behind.
She stretched and said, "I know, I'm thirsty and want to drink some juice." After sleeping all the way, she felt warm all over, and her throat immediately seemed a little dry. She turned her head and smiled softly at him: "Don't worry, I won't abduct him."
At this time, he smiled like a cute girl, and there was no scheming city, but his eyes were full of expectations for juice.
Hemo shook his head, "You are free."
He didn't believe that the fat chef could run, because she was afraid that she could fly into the sky and escape with wings.
Leng Yiyao's eyes lit up and he immediately called Frey: "I heard it? Let the chef give me fresh juice. I want to drink kiwi and pomegranate juice."
Frey felt that today, no one was normal.
Zhai Mu, who had done a good job, was reticent along the way. After all, Miss Leng was sleeping, but when she woke up, she naturally ordered people to squeeze the juice. It looked like she was staying overnight at a man’s house. ?
what…….
Frey's brain brightened, and he suddenly reacted. This is not the first time Leng Yiyao has stayed at the Marshal's Mansion. She has kept all the toiletries from last time. Thinking about it this way, I feel that I am making a fuss.
Since the people in the Marshal's Mansion knew that there were women who stepped into the mansion, it seemed that whether it was a soldier or other personnel, they had become more and more accustomed to the appearance of Leng Yiyao.
Frey pursed his lips, and suddenly looked at the marshal walking slowly to his room along the lawn.
Is this the legendary "moisturizing things silently"?
Before she knew it, Miss Leng got used to everything, and then she would hit her with a hit?
Because of this thought, the resentment that the Marshal did Leng Yiyao's pillow all the way completely disappeared, and Frey nodded to Leng Yiyao with a smile like a spring breeze: "Okay, I'll ask the chef to squeeze the juice immediately."
hiss--
Leng Yiyao watched the originally arrogant and lonely young man suddenly changed his style of painting. At the first moment, she had a calm face, and the next moment she laughed like everything was resurrected. She immediately got goose bumps all over her body. Shaking and turning around, he happened to see that Zhai Mu hadn't left yet, and couldn't help frowning at him: "What's wrong with Frey?"
what happened?
Zhai Mu raised his head, his eyes dark.
This majestic and magnificent building, even if it was him, has not stepped into it several times. More often, it was Frey who gave orders from the marshal, and he was on standby in the city center or elsewhere. But looking in front of him, all the guards looked at Leng Yiyao's familiar look, and he suddenly understood that it was not the first time this person came to this Marshal's Mansion.
Perhaps, when he didn't know, many things were already different from D City.
"Probably he is also thirsty." He smiled, and a sharp light flashed under his eyes, as if he was joking, and as if answering her question.
At this moment, Leng Yiyao has already covered her lips leisurely, and concealed a yawn on her lips: "This is the principle that people take food as the sky."
Rao is that Zhai Mu's mood is not too good at this moment, and she is also a little speechless by her appearance. This person seems to have never bothered to conceal the nature of his "foodie", and always wants to maximize his appetite.
"Go." He turned around and turned into the car. He is different from Frey. The latter is a personal soldier of the Marshal, and he is inseparable. He is naturally entitled to live in the Marshal's Mansion, but he is just an ordinary officer. It is time to go back so late.
"Good night." Leng Yiyao said hello, nodded, and at the same time turned around and stepped into the threshold of the Marshal's Mansion.
That night, the fat chef who was resting early was picked up from the bed. Before he could lose his temper, it was heard that Miss Leng and the Marshal had returned to the house together.
I'm a good boy!
What did you do in the middle of the night? You have dry mouth and need to drink juice?
Not to mention that the fat chef's thoughts were a bit wrong, but in the middle of the night, suddenly he didn't want anything, just said he was thirsty, thinking of Leng Yiyao's delicate red lips, secretly revealing that "thirsty" to the marshal. The posture...
The fat chef suddenly felt hot and full of energy!
This is the time for the benefit of the marshal!
You must roll up your sleeves and work hard!
Yi Gulu got up and didn't need the guards behind to follow. He rushed to the kitchen, took out the fruit machine, excitedly picked out the kiwis and pomegranates that Leng Yiyao liked, while breaking the pomegranate carefully to remove the flesh. Pour the juice into the machine while making it.
Soon, two glasses of juice were ready.
Please note that there are two cups.
He lifted the cup enthusiastically, put it on the tray, and pointed it towards the marshal's bedroom, but when he reached the destination, he was stopped by Frey. "I went the wrong way, it was sent to Miss Leng!"
"Huh?" Didn't they come back together?
Facing the look in the eyes of the fat chef Chi Guoguo, Frey coughed awkwardly: "If you want to give it away, how can there be so many words?"
If it wasn't for fear that he would make the last big mistake again, and accidentally watched Miss Leng go out of the bath, or was sent to the border after being known by the marshal, would he hand it over to the chef?
The fat chef doesn't look at people a bit fat, he looks silly, but he has a good brain. Take the oily shrimp incident as an example. At the moment of the accident, he first decided that he wanted to hold his thigh, and he must be heading towards Leng Yiyao. Even if the highest standing in the audience was the Marshal, he couldn't change his mind at all. In fact, he won the bet. Not only was he not punished for his mistakes, but he became the first chef to stay firmly in the Marshal's Mansion. You know, the marshal never paid much attention to appetite, and he never eats after a meal. Therefore, the cooks in the mansion have always been on a rotation system, and no one can stay here at night.
Why can he live here? it goes without saying.
Since Miss Leng and the Marshal were not together, he naturally did not dare to say anything more, immediately holding the juice carefully, and walking quickly to Leng Yiyao's guest room.
Knocked on the door, sure enough, the voice of the people inside was sober: "Is the juice ready?"
"Yes, Miss Leng, I'll give you the freshly squeezed. It's guaranteed to be delicious." The fat chef immediately replied. With a simple and honest look, the three bays of the chin came out.
Leng Yiyao just finished the shower, but this time her change of pajamas was prepared in the room, so when she opened the door, except for her hair wrapped in a turban, everything else was the same as usual. "Thanks, for interrupting your rest so late."
Her hand stopped on the tray, and she paused slightly, "Two glasses prepared?"
"Um, I thought you were with the marshal..." He carefully talked and looked at Leng Yiyao's face, but when he was halfway through the conversation, he suddenly found that his words sounded strange, alone, and staying together in the middle of the night. What……. A straightened expression, he immediately followed: "To discuss things together, I didn't expect the marshal had already returned to the house, so I brought it to you first."
Leng Yiyao waved her hand, took a cup and left one cup, but it was hard to tell Frey anymore, so she raised her head and smiled faintly at him: "Thanks for your hard work, give the remaining cup to the marshal, you will Rest, there is nothing else on my side."
"Hey, that's great." The fat chef nodded, not knowing why, and suddenly felt that he had done something very remarkable inadvertently.
This hunch was verified at the moment he conveyed Leng Yiyao's meaning when he saw Frey.
"Are you serious?" Frey stared at the fat chef: "Miss Leng really said, let you give this glass of juice to the marshal?"
Although the fruits used are from the Marshal's Mansion and the manpower used is also from the Marshal's Mansion, Miss Leng clearly didn't eat alone. On behalf of her, she still thinks about Marshal's, right?
The fat chef is a little bit confused about the brain circuit of the officer in front of him, but it's just a glass of juice. Are you so happy? However, he still bowed his head very consciously and smiled beamingly: "Yes, Miss Leng personally confessed, it must be given to the marshal."
"Good, good--" Frey thought, "It's not in vain that the Marshal is so late, and he rushed to the Imperial Capital Harbor, rushing to the crown as a beauty!"
As long as you have the heart, a glass of juice is the starting point!
"Just give it to me, I'll send it up!"
The fat chef watched as Frey happily held the glass of juice in both hands, as if he was holding some baby, and ran to the marshal's bedroom with joy, thinking, now, what happened to this man? So easy to satisfy? A glass of juice, the juice that the Marshal doesn't even look at...
Shaking his head, and dragging his body, the chef returned to his residence by himself.
On the contrary, on Hemo's side, seeing Frey, whose mouth was grinning to the back of his ears, brought a glass of juice eagerly, his expression almost frozen.
"what is this?"
"Juice!" Frey smiled with crooked eyes, almost suspecting that the marshal was asking knowingly.
Hemo rubbed his temples with a headache. Of course he knew it was juice, but he was thirsty or supper, why did he send it to him?
Frey's eyes lit up and he didn't wait for Hemo to speak, and immediately added: "Miss Leng ordered two glasses in total. One is with her and one is for you."
He had a slight pause when he was about to push away the juice.
For a long time, that powerful hand held the cup and dropped it on the table, "I see, go and rest."
Frey actually wanted to look up at the Marshal's expression at the moment, but was afraid that if he really did, he would not see the rising sun tomorrow morning. Comparing the two, in the end, honestly chose to retreat with peace of mind.
For a while, there was only one person in the bedroom with the door closed, looking down at the glass of juice at the table, and meditating.
The handsome and compelling face looked like a miracle under the shadow of the lamp. He suddenly lowered his head, smiled lightly, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth over the mouth of the cup, as if reminiscing about the moment when he held her slender waist tonight. , Drank it all...
The moment he put the wine glass back on the table, he suddenly curled his lips and smiled gracefully.
Everything has just begun, right?
What chooses the concubine dinner, as long as he wants, can Lu Chen go to heaven!
Royal masquerade, right? Didn’t it take place next month?
He wanted to see what kind of princess the emperor who was obsessed with royal heritage and power would pick for his good son...
At night, the cold moon shining on the empire, how many people toss and turn, sleepless all night, and how many people are frightened and have evaporated from the world...
In that cold bedroom, which seems to be like the Palace of Guanghan all the year round, a man, playing with that glass, showed the darkness in his eyes, breathtaking! .