Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 294: No. 39 cannot let down Qingqing ([-])
Hearing these words, the young officer frowned frequently.

Does she mean that she doesn't want him to care about her flirting with other men?
"Tan Sang, I am your husband."

Then his eyes fell on Tan Sang indifferently, but this man's eyes were deep, which made her unable to see any emotions.

So she hummed honestly.

"I know."

A pair of eyes with a hint of thought.

She squatted down a little bit more, tilted her head, and a girly scent penetrated into his nostrils:

"That's why I asked you if you were unwell, husband, I am very worried about you."

The little girl's voice carried Wu Nong's soft words from Jiangnan, and it sounded soft.

But the Tan family has been in the capital for generations, and even if they are touched occasionally, they are all in the six governors. How could someone say such a tone?

Shen Jijin didn't think about it, because he realized at this moment that his little wife didn't think he was in poor health or that he was troublesome when she asked him if he was uncomfortable.

She just wanted to know, would her husband feel uncomfortable?
Even if he just snubbed her, she was still worried about his body.

With a cold heart all year round, the empty heart of the Young Marshal was suddenly filled.

So the young marshal who made up such a bunch of things in his head came up with a sentence.

His little wife really liked him.

Shen Jijin turned his head, "Ma'am, don't worry, I'm in a hurry to come back because there are public (jealous) business (jealous) adults (crazy)."

Does this mean that she misunderstood?

Perhaps it was the first time for the young officer to lie in front of a girl, and his eyes were a little erratic.

This look gave it away immediately.

Oh~ Xiaomei is not jealous.

The man's clean and slender fingers were placed on her hand.

The Young Marshal, who was going to take the letter, froze for a moment when he touched the little girl's hand.

The little girl's body was originally very thin, and she was not taken good care of in the Tan residence, so her body naturally fell.

It's only early autumn, and the little girl's hands feel a little cold.

"Cold?"

Tan Sang shook his head, dangling like his favorite wave drum when he was a child.

It's just that those people crushed his wave drum in front of him and threw it far away.

The man unbuttoned the jacket on his body, his dark eyes fell on her shoulders, "Come closer, madam."

Tan Sang naturally knew that Xiaomei wanted to add a dress to her.

But she felt that the little beauty's arms were the warmest place.

That delicate collarbone is looming under the black shirt. If it is a white dress, you must be able to see that beautiful red mole.

Tan Sang blinked, and kept staring at Young Marshal from the corner of his eye.

There is some weight on the shoulders, and the uniform is placed on Tan Sang's body.

But Tan Sang looked too thin, and her height was not considered tall. This clothes looked like a child who stole an adult's clothes.

He looked even more delicate.

"Go back to the room and have a good rest. If you feel cold, come to me."

Want you to warm my bed?
Although he was thinking secretly in his heart, Tan Sang nodded quietly in order not to ruin his character, looking soft and weak.

Little one.

The young marshal opened the letter again, carefully. Such meticulousness is really nice.

The little girl who was hesitating at the window poked her head and opened the door with her hand: "Can I have a kiss?"

After speaking, he secretly hid his face.

(End of this chapter)