Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin didn't understand Jing Yuanzhao very much.

It is said that he was born into a noble family and his ancestors were powerful figures for three generations. He is also the favored eldest son of the Governor's Mansion. Even if he is a bit dandy, he should still have the dignity of a young master from an aristocratic family.

He didn't at all.

He is rougher than Mud Legs.

——The last birthday gift he gave to Yan Xin, he didn’t even prepare a box, which was evident.

"... From the alley entrance to my corner door, everything is open. Can't you come in properly? Why did you climb through the window?" Yan Xin sat up.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Trouble."

Knocking on the door, waiting for someone to open the door, and having to notify Yan Xin before letting him in would make him anxious to death.

It's better to jump over the wall first.

He didn't believe that the adjutant he personally selected dared to stop him.

By saving ten minutes, he could see Yan Xin ten minutes earlier.

"Bandits." Yan Xin muttered.

After saying that, her eyes fell on his jacket pocket.

The pockets of the military uniform are very deep, so they are bulging, as if they contain something big.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled, walked a few steps forward to her bed, and took out a black fluffy gadget from his pocket: "Zhu Zhu'er, this is for you."

He handed it over, and Yan Xin was forced to reach out to take it, and touched something soft and warm.

A black puppy looked at Yan Xin with a pair of gray eyes.

Yan Xin: "...Brother, do you also carry dogs in your pocket?"

The diamond necklace also has pockets.

Pockets hold everything.

"It's hard to carry things in your hands if you have to climb over the wall." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "..."

"Like it?"

The light in the bedroom was dim, except for a small dark green desk lamp beside the bed.

The light from the desk lamp is very thin and can only illuminate a small area. A soft little black dog with messy hair and lackluster eyes.

Yan Xin said truthfully: "This dog is a bit ugly."

"How can a dog comment on beauty or ugliness?" Jing Yuanzhao laughed.

Yan Xin looked carefully: "What kind of dog is this?"

"A native dog, picked up from the countryside," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin immediately softened.

Just be ugly if you want. If you keep it with Nuomi, it will make the yard more lively.

Otherwise, everyone would be a little bored if the servant in the west kept Yanxin alone.

"Thank you, brother." Yan Xin got up, took a basket, and put the puppy in it.

This was used to hold glutinous rice.

Looking back, she saw Jing Yuanzhao sitting on her bed and looking at her quietly.

Yan Xin's clothes were a little thin. She picked up the top next to her and planned to put it on when Jing Yuanzhao came over and put his arms around her waist.

He kissed her lips.

Yan Xin still hates this, but no longer resists. She just wants him to end it quickly and get out of here.

Jing Yuanzhao kissed her and made a new request this time: "Zhu Zhu'er, please obey me."

Yan Xin didn't know how to respond to him.

He unbuttoned his military uniform jacket, pulled open the inner shirt casually, held her soft little hands, and let her caress his chest and abdomen.

Yan Xin couldn't dodge.

He wouldn't let her escape, insisting that she caress him gently.

He carried her to the bed.

Yan Xin was almost anxious: "Stop playing tricks and hurry up. I hate you being like this."

"You are in such a hurry, otherwise today..."

"no!"

"Why not? It's almost done anyway." He was panting heavily and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

His muscles were like iron knots and were hot to the touch.

"I don't want to!" Yan Xin said.

"I will take care not to let you get pregnant." His breath became hotter, "Give it to me, Zhu Zhu'er."

"Then it starts today and ends in three months." Yan Xin said, "You promised, tonight I belong to you."

Jing Yuanzhao seemed to have been poured cold water on him.

He stopped suddenly and sat up.

He picked up Yan Xin and the two of them changed directions. He leaned on the head of the bed and sat halfway up, letting Yan Xin sit astride him.

He deliberately created an awkward posture to let Yan Xin know how difficult he was at this moment.

"...I really forced myself to sleep with you tonight. I don't want the three months to end. What can you do to me?" He asked her with a sneer.

Yan Xin bit her lip slightly.

"Zhuzhu'er, you have to have the capital to negotiate. The capital of your negotiation is that I don't want to have a stalemate with you. What advantage do you have?" he asked.

Yan Xin sat on top of him, and the material of their clothes blocked each other, but she could clearly feel his heat.

She closed her eyes slightly, and then opened them after a while: "Have you made a decision?"

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her quietly.

Even when he was burning with desire, he could still maintain his sanity.

He must be very fond of her!

He loved it to the extent that he couldn't measure the depth.

Jing Yuanzhao grew up in the army, saw many wars with his grandfather and father, and became familiar with senior officials.

He hated studying. He only knew how to read and learn some military skills. It can be said that he didn't have much education.

But he can observe people.

He knows many things, not just fighting.

He understands the truth that manipulating people's hearts is also a matter of war.

The most taboo thing about war is impatience.

Once you get anxious and try to take shortcuts, you will be defeated and your losses will be even greater.

If Yanxin was a city and Jing Yuanzhao wanted to occupy it, a forceful attack would not only destroy the city, but also cause him heavy losses.

Both lose.

The most ideal way is to besieged first.

Move her and soften her little by little. When you are sure that she has no resistance, then take her down in one fell swoop.

needs time.

Jing Yuanzhao wanted to go crazy, but he held it back: "I'm just asking you, why are you negotiating with me now? Just because I like you?"

He wanted her to understand that he loved her like crazy, without any lies.

Yan Xin looked into his eyes intently.

Her face was reflected in the dark eyes.

She calmed down and said, "Young Marshal, have you ever seen ants chewing on a big tree? On such a big tree, the little ants climbing up are insignificant.

One day, when the trunk was empty and the tree fell, we realized the power of ants. Therefore, as the old saying goes, a dike of thousands of miles breaks in an ant nest. "

Jing Yuanzhao smiled with a deep smile: "Are you an ant?"

"Yes. I am weak in front of you. You despise me and feel that I have no power to fight back. But as long as I don't die, I will be like an ant colony and will cause astonishing damage.

Although I am not Mr. Jinliu's disciple, I do have some skills. Having saved your military government twice, you should understand that I can guess some things, and my guesses are accurate. "Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao was stunned.

Then, he laughed, his expression not angry, but ecstatic: "Zhu Zhu'er, you are qualified to be on my negotiating table."

Yan Xin: "..."

When he was threatened, he did not become angry, but was very happy.

She doesn't understand this madness.

"You succeeded. Zhuzhu'er, you look so beautiful when you are so arrogant, I like it!" Jing Yuanzhao smiled, "Look, I'm scared to death."

He came closer and licked her ear, "If I can't do it in the future, don't complain. If a man is frustrated like this again and again, it will have a big impact."

Yan Xin wanted to hide away: "That's enough for you!"

Jing Yuanzhao: "Help me, okay? Zhuzhu'er, please. Let me hold it in, or I will lose it."

Yan Xin: "..."

If you had no children or grandchildren in your previous life, you might be really useless.

This day came in just a few years.

At that time, it depends on how arrogant you are.

She cursed him fiercely in her heart, and he turned over and pressed her down again, tearing open the skirt of her obscene clothes and rubbing her in different ways.

When he had done enough, he calmed down. Yan Xin didn't want to look at him at all.

I think he is an eyesore.