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Chapter 137 The Beauty of the Republic of China (21)
Couldn't help coughing a few times.

Just as Pei Mi wanted to show how little he cared, Dashuai Jiang waved his hand to indicate that she was fine.

"Old problem."

Dashuai Jiang took a sip of water and suppressed the itch in his throat.

"Chizhou, the Jiang family will rely on you in the future, don't let me down."

In the last sentence, Marshal Jiang gave Pei Mi a meaningful look,
"Father, don't worry, the child will guard the Jiang family well."

Pei Mi assured with downcast eyes.

Avoiding Dashuai Jiang's sight, the other party still knew the original owner very clearly.

This sentence is very useful for the original owner.

The original owner is just like this, since Marshal Jiang said so, the original owner will definitely work harder to protect the Jiang family.

As a poor guy who has no choice, what else can he do.

Of course I can only do so.

Don't get emotional.

"Go down."

"Yes, father."

After Pei Mi left, Dashuai Jiang looked at the closed study door, his eyes narrowed slowly.

Still not enough.

He can't last long, and Chizhou must be fully grown up before he dies.

Is Yilan...

Jiang Dashuai pondered thoughtfully.

After Pei Mi left the study, she went straight back to her yard.

"Young Marshal, I have brought Young Master Yilan to your room as you ordered."

Tingfang gave Pei Mi the task and explained clearly one by one.

"In addition, I have dealt with that group of people as you said."

"Ah."

Pei Mi nodded slightly.

"By the way, pay attention to the rumors outside recently."

Pei Mi ordered suddenly.

Tingfang couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

"Young commander..."

"Just pay attention."

Pei Mi said thoughtfully, "It probably has something to do with Yilan."

"Yes."

Ting Fang didn't quite understand why the Young Marshal suddenly felt that there would be rumors about Young Master Yilan.

But I am a young marshal, so I just need to obey her orders.

Don’t think so much about other things.

After Pei Mi told Tingfang what to do, she also dealt with the affairs piled up on her desk.

Although I easily brought Master Xu back.

But that doesn't mean things are over.

Master Xu's family can't make any waves anymore, but the power he left behind has to be completely resolved.

It took a little more effort to swallow that money.

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When Yilan woke up, she could vaguely see walking figures through the bed curtain.

It was already dark, and the lights were not very bright.

He could only vaguely see the outline, but he knew exactly who the walking person was.

Yilan's mouth felt dry when he thought of what happened during the day.

"woke up?"

Pei Mi noticed the gaze behind her that couldn't be ignored, raised her eyebrows, and opened the bed curtain.

Yilan slightly avoided her gaze, "Does the young commander treat people like us like this?"

Yilan deliberately used words to sarcastically say.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who thinks I've lived too long? Or do you think everyone else is you?"

Pei Mi looked at Yilan quietly, not using any exaggerated tone, but plainly stating a fact.

Yilan's heart trembled, the other party understood what she said, how could she treat spies like this.

It was because this person was herself that she could tolerate it so much.

To have such treatment.

"For...why."

Yilan pursed her lips.

Pei Mi clasped his chin with a slightly stronger force.

Leaning over, he whispered in his ear, "You really don't understand?"

Warm breath hit his face.

(End of this chapter)