The girl who wears fast suits her to seduce the world

Chapter 271 The beautiful young lady of the Young Marshal of the Republic of China (31)

Adjutant Zhang laughed dryly a few times and glanced unnaturally: "Maybe the young marshal has been too busy with military affairs recently and inevitably neglected his wife."

He paused and assured: "Madam, don't worry, I will deal with this issue properly with the young marshal."

Can he leave now?Adjutant Zhang glanced at Xia Ji's cold expression with his peripheral vision.

Xia Ji smoothed the strands of hair around her ears. After hearing this, she chuckled a few times and said in a very light tone: "Adjutant Zhang, you know, I hate it when people lie to me."

Adjutant Zhang's heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth, thought about it for a while, and decided to tell everything.

Ahem, cough, cough, he was helping the young marshal and his wife resolve the conflict, but he did not betray his commander.

"While Madam was in the hospital, He Fushi made an appointment with the young marshal," Adjutant Zhang said.

It was He Fushi again, and He Fushi had a fight with her, right?You have to get involved in everything.

Xia Ji's expression became colder and colder, with a gloomy look in her eyes: "What did they talk about?"

Adjutant Zhang shook his head and said: "I was not present when the young marshal and He Fushi talked that day, and I don't know the specific situation."

Adjutant Zhang paused for a while, as if he remembered something: "But the young marshal had a stack of letters in his hand when he left. The young marshal returned to the study after meeting Mr. He and did not step out of the study all night."

"Perhaps the change in the young marshal's attitude toward his wife may be related to those letters..." When he entered the young marshal's study to clean up that morning, he accidentally saw some contents.

Those letters were undoubtedly love letters written to He Fushi from the beginning of her love affair when she was a girl.

letter?A trace of doubt flashed in Xia Ji's eyes.

System 6666 suddenly appeared and explained to Xia Ji: "Ding, the original Xia Yuan sent He Fushi several letters every week while studying abroad until he returned to China."

Xia Gang Zhi Qing Ji: "..."

Ha ha.

Everyone knows about feelings, but she is the only one who doesn’t?

"System, it seems that this plot was not included in the plot you sent me before, right?" Xia Ji smiled on her face, her eyes were sharp, and she coldly questioned System 6666 in her heart.

System 6666 touched his nose guiltily: "Ah...really? Hahaha...this...mainly because the signal was not very good that day..."

Xia Ji sneered: "Don't ask for the bonus from this page."

"Host!!!" System 6666's eyes widened in surprise, and his voice was anxious.

Stop it! ! !It also wants to save some money to give Cuicui a gift! ! !

Xia Ji shielded it with her backhand and ignored its cry.

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夜晚

Mu Bochen carefully applied medicine to Xia Ji's wound and was about to get up when he was unexpectedly held by Xia Ji's hand.

"What's wrong with An'an?" Mu Bochen asked aloud.

Xia Ji patted the other side of the bed, her eyes narrowed with a smile, and there was no doubt in her gentle tone: "Sleep here tonight."

Mu Bochen pursed his lips tightly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by her.

"My injury is almost healed." Xia Ji gave him a faint look.

"Okay." Mu Bochen nodded upon seeing this. After taking off his coat, he lay down beside Xia Ji quietly and fell asleep in a neat manner.

Soon the room was plunged into darkness.

A weak sob sounded in Mu Bochen's ears, and Xia Ji's voice was filled with tears: "Mu Shuai, are you tired of me?"

Mu Bochen stood up and reached out to pull out the lamp beside the bed. With a trace of confusion in his dark eyes, he put his arms around Xia Ji's body and coaxed her gently: "No, be good, don't think too much."

He lowered his head and looked at Xia Ji in his arms with the faint light, his eyes filled with sympathy, and he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears that fell from her face.

Xia Ji's voice was still sobbing, and she looked aggrieved: "You are not willing to sleep with me these days... How can newlyweds sleep in separate rooms?"

"My fault was that I didn't think carefully." Mu Bochen admitted his mistake sincerely, lowered his head and kissed her cheek with a comforting meaning.

He coaxed in Xia Ji's ears with a soft voice: "Don't be sad, okay? I won't be like this again in the future, I promise."

Xia Ji buried her head in his shirt, her cheek touching his abdominal muscles closely, and her voice was muffled: "I went to see Adjutant Zhang today. He said you saw what I wrote to Mr. He while I was studying abroad. letters."

"Yes." Mu Bochen's hand gently stroked her hair, and his dark eyes became very deep.

"I fell in love with He Fushi when I was studying abroad. At that time, I regarded him as my sustenance in a foreign country."

Hearing this, Mu Bochen's hand holding Xia Ji tightened unconsciously, and a bit of pain flashed in his deep eyes.

"But he didn't like me when he was congratulating me. He didn't reply to any of the letters I wrote. After I returned to China, I slowly gave up on him."

"Until that day when I met Mourinho while listening to the opera in the Liyuan, my eyes were not on the opera at that time. My attention was all on Mourinho."

"I heard a lot about Mourinho's heroic deeds, and I really admired you. Then..." At this point, she paused and seemed a little embarrassed.

"I will block the gun for you and slowly get to know each other and fall in love with you." Xia Ji said softly.

"You are the only one I love." Xia Ji tapped his chest with her fingertips, her voice filled with tenderness and sweetness, and the eyes she met with Mu Bochen were full of hot love.

Mu Bochen stared down at her, the corners of his lips raised slightly, soft dots of starlight floating in his dark eyes, filled with thousands of emotions.

Mu Bochen's gentle and lingering kiss gently fell on her soft lips, and a familiar crisp breath lingered around her. He and her fingers were tightly intertwined.

After a long time, a low and hoarse voice sounded in the room: "Can An An write me a letter every day?" He also wanted to receive a love letter from An An.

"it is good."

As long as he can be coaxed, a mere letter is nothing.

Xia Ji rubbed her cheek against his abdominal muscles, and a hint of itch slipped into Mu Bochen's heart.

[Ding, the favorability of the strategy character --- Mu Bochen has increased by 3%. The current total favorability is 93%. Please continue to work hard~]

In the future, Xia Ji lamented over and over again at this daily letter, and had no choice but to ask System 6666 to call up the previous letter written by the original person to He Fu for reference (plagiarism).

Unexpectedly, Mu Bochen saw it at a glance. He looked at her with deep eyes and his meaningful tone was full of jealousy: Why did the letter he wrote to me look exactly like the one named He?

Xia Ji couldn't help but be pressed on the bed again, using her body to calm Mu Bochen's jealousy.Of course this is a thing of the future.