Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin asked Zhang Nanshu to inquire about Jing Yuanzhao's fight.

Zhang Nanshu agreed.

I don’t know how Miss Zhang San inquired about it. She most likely went to ask Jing Yuanzhao first.

So, at dusk that day, Jing Yuanzhao came to Songxiangyuan.

"...I heard that you were worried, so I came here to give you a look." He smiled broadly, and Liwu looked deeply at her, "You saw it, it's okay."

The corners of the mouth are blue and slightly swollen.

Sheng Yuanshan used all his strength to punch this fist, and he was afraid that his teeth would be sore.

Yan Xin wanted to say that she was not worried.

However, she couldn't say it. To be fair, when he treated her well, she couldn't gloat about his misfortunes.

"Let me take a look." She stepped forward.

There was a bit of emotion flashing in his moist eyes, which was more effective than the best painkillers.

Jing Yuanzhao felt soft in his heart and moved closer to her, lowering his head slightly.

There is a faint scent of tobacco in the breath, which is scorching hot.

He is like a furnace, making his presence known all the time.

Yan Xin endured the change in emotion and gently pressed his injury.

"...It's not serious." Yan Xin said, "I have a very useful ointment for removing blood stasis. You can apply it on it and the swelling will subside in two days."

"It's such a little thing to apply medicine for such a trivial matter. It's so girly." Jing Yuanzhao said with a smile.

Yan Xin: "I thought you wanted to get ready early and go to the camp early."

——Can’t wait to drive him away.

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her and sat on her sofa, "I'm leaving tomorrow. It will take ten and a half months to come back."

Yan Xin didn't struggle, and her fingers touched the bruise on the corner of his lip: "Aren't you afraid that others will see it?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "If others see it, I will say that I drank it on the bedside."

Yan Xin: "..."

"Zhuzhu'er, Zhou Junwang's dance hall has been open for only half a month, and it has made a famous singer famous. His name is 'Yunrong'. She received hundreds of those expensive red roses in one night," Jing Yuanzhao said. .

Yan Xin didn't know much about singers or movie stars. She only occasionally read newspapers and caught a glimpse of them.

The name "Yunrong" is not popular in Yicheng. It was probably short-lived and ended soon.

"Would you like to go see her?" Jing Yuanzhao asked, "I'll add a private room temporarily, just the two of us, so we can follow the trend."

Yan Xin: "You are such a bumpkin. The dance hall is not a theater, and the box is not the most expensive seat. The most expensive seat is the seat near the first row of the stage, where you can see the singers and dancers up close.

After they finished singing and dancing, they still had to come down and drink with the guests in the first row. The private rooms upstairs are reserved for those who are rich but have little influence. "

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't help laughing and laughed softly.

He hugged her harder: "The eldest lady knows a lot. Take me to see the world, okay?"

Yan Xin blushed.

"Don't make fun of me." She said slightly.

"No, I'm serious." He laughed softly, "Come with me."

"go by yourself."

"Let's go together." Jing Yuanzhao nudged her, "Otherwise, I want to spend the night in your room tonight."

Yan Xin was shocked.

Damn it, why should she pity someone like him?

He deserved the beating he received.

"You don't like me to serve you, and you don't want to serve me. Every time I play a trick, before I do anything to you, I am always reluctant." He added.

Seems to be complaining.

He had no right to complain because he was not her husband.

Yan Xin wished she could pinch his mouth.

Her hair was numb.

Why can he be so unscrupulous and say those embarrassing things casually?

"...I'll go with you!" she said, "We agreed, we'll go see the singer and go home after that. You can't make a mistake."

"Okay." Jing Yuanzhao smiled.

She went back to her room to change.

The wind was chilly in the late autumn night, so Yan Xin changed into a newly made quilted cheongsam and took out a sable fur vest.

She used a little powder and rouge, and her face became more and more colorful.

He took out another lady's hat. I went to a department store to buy it some time ago.

In the future, this kind of lady's hat with a veiled brim will become very popular.

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her steadily.

"Zhuzhu'er is so beautiful." He said in admiration.

Her hair was tied into a low bun and pinned with a cloisonné enamel hairpin; the lotus-colored brocade cheongsam had no obvious patterns and was slightly plain; but the mink fur waistcoat outside was full of nobility.

When a young girl wears mink like this, she looks rich, youthful and lively.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Xin said.

The two went to the newly opened dance hall.

The song and dance hall is located on the most prosperous street in Yicheng. It has a signboard of "Shenxianle Song and Dance Hall" and is equipped with electric lights, making it particularly dazzling.

There is an Indian waiter at the door. The colorful glass door is wide and the lights are bright inside. Music and laughter float out from time to time, dotting the bustling street.

Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao got out of the car, and the manager of the dance hall greeted them at the door and invited them in.

Jing Yuanzhao's adjutant had reserved the best seats in the first row for the two of them in advance.

Yan Xin put on a lady's hat, and her eyebrows were hidden behind the mask. Only her chin and pretty red lips could be seen.

Someone is sizing them up.

Yan Xin walked in, subconsciously took off her waistcoat, and wanted to hand it to the waiter, but Jing Yuanzhao pressed her hand.

"It's a bit cold. Don't freeze. You don't need to take off your waistcoat," he said.

Yan Xin observed for a moment and saw that there were two guests sitting in the corner of the first row, and they didn't take off their coats.

Only then did she realize that there seemed to be no such rules before; there was no waiter waiting behind her to pick up her clothes, which almost caused a huge embarrassment.

She thanked her and went to her seat with Jing Yuanzhao.

"...Miss Yunrong also has a nickname." The guests next to her talked in a low voice.

"Isn't 'Yunrong' just a stage name? Could it be that it's still his real name? Why does he still have a nickname?" asked another guest.

"Yunrong is the stage name, and the nickname was given by the customer, called Succubus."

Yan Xin was a little curious and listened attentively.

"What do you call this? It doesn't look very auspicious." The guest seemed to be quite particular.

"You will know when you see her later. Her figure and appearance are extremely charming, which is why she is called such a nickname."

Yan Xin listened and looked forward to it.

If Miss Yun Rong was so good, why did she stop singing later?

Was he accepted by some big shot and turned into a good person?

Yan Xin took out her pocket watch and took a look.

It's still early before midnight, Yun Rong won't come out so soon.

Jing Yuanzhao ordered drinks for them both.

The waiter brought the drinks, but there was a man walking behind him.

He wears a long gown and has an elegant temperament.

Yan Xin saw it, saw that the other party saw her, and nodded to him.

Zhou Junwang came over and sat next to Jing Yuanzhao: "I invite you every day, but you are always not available. Why are you here today?"

"Take my sister to watch the fun." Jing Yuanzhao said, "That singer, why doesn't she come out?"

"Celebrities are the final show. If she comes out so early, how can I make money?" Zhou Junwang said with a smile, and then said, "If you want to see her now, there is a way."

"any solution?"