Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 302: No. 47 cannot let down Qingqing ([-])
Why are you in the lobby?

"Take my wife home."

Husband... ma'am?
This...is there the wife of the Young Marshal here?
No... No, shouldn't she be shocked that the ruthless young commander actually picks up his wife himself?

How can this be?

In the suspicious eyes of others, the man lifted his fingers into the air with slender and clean knuckles.

The man stared straight at the man on the stage with his cold eyes.

A cold and gentle voice sounded: "Come here, ma'am."

"...!"

Is the little girl who ran off like this out of tune the young commander's wife?

It was like a tornado blowing by, the middle-aged woman was full of thoughts: Did I kill her just now?Did I just give her a supercilious look?Am I doomed?
Tan Sang's eyes flickered, and he fell into his eyes when he saw it.

The emotion in those dark eyes was so heavy that she couldn't bear it.

Moreover, she is obviously here to catch rape, okay?

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, then bent down, reached out and put her fingertips on the man's palm.

The first touch was slightly cold, just like that person's indifference.

But without waiting for Tan Sang to respond, the man suddenly withdrew his hand, wrapped her hand completely, and pulled it lightly.

Tan Sang was caught off guard, and was dragged into his arms by the man from the stage, and hugged him horizontally.

This fierce operation really surprised everyone.

The young marshal is still a marshal, even if he is shot in the leg, he is still so... fierce...

Tan Sang stared blankly at the man holding her.

Although it was not the first time for her to sit on his lap, every time she sat on his lap, she would feel a twinge in her heart.

She also thought about asking him, does it hurt him when she is sitting?
But I was still afraid of hurting my sensitive little heart, so I never asked.

A guard came forward to push Tan Sang and the others. Although they had wheelchairs, it was still two people, so it was really hard for them.

The guard, who was sweating on the top of his head, looked calm and said "I'm okay, I'm great, I'm strong".

Tan Sang, who originally wanted Shen Jijin to let go of him, was also Buddhist, and sat peacefully on the man's lap.

Okay, you can say it yourself.

I didn't force you.

Occasionally, a few people stopped to pay attention because of such a battle, but they were all scared away by the guns in these people's hands.

After getting in the car, Tan Sang didn't get out of the man's arms, so she could only push the man's hard chest and ask:
"What is the reason for the young commander to go to Paramount today?"

The man raised his eyebrows rarely, and asked with great interest: "What? Madame cares about me?"

Tan Sang nodded naturally and pulled open the pocket with a thin gold chain on the man's warlord uniform.

Let the man be forced to lower his head.

In fact, she didn't want to, mainly because if she looked at it from the perspective of her posture and position at this time,

All he could see was the man's clear and sharp facial features, his jaw was slightly stretched, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his nose was high and straight.

Can't see her favorite eyes at all.

Pulling it down like this, the lights on the side of the road swept down from the side of the man, and the slender and slightly curled eyelashes under the military cap cast a faint shadow on the cold white complexion.

"Should I not ask about my husband's affairs?"

When the little girl asked, her voice was small, and she sounded timid, presumably because she was afraid that she would be rejected.

In the night, the little girl's eye circles were flushed red, which was even more distressing.

So for the first time, the young commander-in-chief who couldn't comfort others stretched out his hand hesitantly, and patted the little girl's thin shoulder.

(End of this chapter)