Good Morning Marshal: Adorable Rabbit Sweet Wife Attacks

The more shocked everyone reacted, the more ugly Sikong Jin's expression became, and finally he couldn't hold back anymore, he threw the spoon back into the bowl angrily, kicked the chair away, and strode upstairs.

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After Mu Jiaren left Sikong's villa, she took a taxi and asked the driver to take her to the Central Hospital. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the journey went smoothly.

But when we reached Fengyuan Street, the road suddenly became congested, the driver stopped the car, and smiled at Mu Jiaren apologetically, "Miss, I'm sorry, the motorcade of the new Marshal of Quancheng District will pass by here in a while. Vehicles have to pull over and wait for the convoy to pass before they are allowed to pass."

Mu Jiaren nodded, "It's okay, I can wait."

Sitting in the taxi, she rested her chin on one hand and looked out the window. In fact, no matter where she went now, she just didn't want to go back to Sikong's house, didn't want to face Sikong Jin, and even more didn't want to see Yin Youyou in front of her as the hostess. She dangled in front of her eyes.

Mu Jiaren was thinking wildly when suddenly a deafening salute sounded, and then a dozen Bentleys drove across the road in a neat line.

Mu Jiaren had never seen such a majestic momentum, her eyes widened, she lowered the car window and lay on her stomach to watch.

The motorcade is so spectacular and the fireworks are so beautiful.

Mu Jiaren was stunned. At the end of the convoy were a dozen or so all military jeeps. These dozens of jeeps were guarding an extended Rolls-Royce like stars, and slowly came into sight.

The black body of Rolls-Royce exudes aristocratic and luxurious texture under the sun, and the brown glass in the rear cabin is lowered by half, and a tall and handsome figure can be vaguely seen sitting on the rear seat.

This person should be the legendary marshal, right?
It seems to look pretty good!

Mu Jiaren subconsciously stretched her neck to look around, wondering if her gaze was too hot, the man in the car also raised his head, his narrow, dark eyes were slightly cunning.

He seemed to have seen her, raised his handsome eyebrows, and had a wicked smile hidden in his eyes, but deliberately prevented her from seeing his true face. He pressed the button of the car door with his long fingers, and the window closed with a snap.

"Oh, what a pity, I almost got to see the marshal."

Pedestrians on the side of the road were talking about it, but Mu Jiaren's heart seemed to have stopped beating just at that second.

Why does this guy's eyes look so much like a flower picker?

This idea just flashed in my mind, and soon the long motorcade had disappeared at the end of the street, and pedestrians and vehicles on the road began to flow again.

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It was already seven o'clock in the evening when we got back to Sikong's house. Mrs. Qin went to play mahjong with a group of rich wives, and Uncle Sikong was not at home.

Wu Ma left some dinner for her, and when she saw her come back, she hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring out the food, "Miss Mu, why are you back so late? The food has been heated for you, hurry up and eat."

"No need, Mama Wu, I'm not hungry."

Mu Jiaren smiled gratefully, her face pale and feeble.

I went to the hospital today, and the doctor said that my mother's illness has no time to delay, and that a heart transplant must be done as soon as possible, but the current situation is that not only can't find a matching heart, but even the surgery fee is unknown.

Mu Jiaren is exhausted physically and mentally. She has lost her father and can no longer lose her only mother, but what should she do?She has no skills, no connections, where can she get enough of the 1000 million?

How about going to ask Brother Jin again?

They were childhood sweethearts since they were young, and their mother had always been very kind to brother Jin. Brother Jin is not the kind of cold-blooded and ruthless person. If she begs him, tell him well, he will help her, right?
Thinking of this, Mu Jiaren clenched her fists tightly. This was the last time she begged him. As long as he agreed, she would take her away and fly away after her mother recovered from her illness, and never bother him again.