Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Wu Guangru was silent for a moment.

He still spoke: "No one instigated me. Someone sent an envelope to the newspaper office, saying that you were hoarding rice and grain to earn the price difference. All the chief writers of our newspaper office read that letter."

Yan Xin: "Where's the letter?"

"You don't need to read the letter. The handwriting is not very beautiful. It looks like it was written by someone on the street. Our newspaper wants to grab the attention and let us write articles." Wu Guangru said.

He wrote it first.

The boss wanted to make a fortune, but was afraid that other newspapers would take advantage of it later. Seeing that Wu Guangru's article was acceptable, he took over it.

Yan Xin: "You are not very responsible. You are a regular newspaper."

Wu Guangru: "Nowadays, there are more and more newspapers, and it is becoming more and more difficult to do..."

Even if it's a morning newspaper, you can't spread rumors and you still need to have a gimmick.

But Wu Guangru didn't expect that he would step into a trap, lose face in vain, and lose sales to his opponent.

The boss was furious and he was frustrated.

Yan Xin said, "It doesn't matter, please show me the letter."

Wu Guangru agreed.

After drinking coffee, the two of them returned downstairs to the newspaper office. Yan Xin asked Bai Shuang to go upstairs with him to get it, while she and another adjutant sat in the car and waited.

It was getting late, and the street lights were lighting up one after another. Yan Xin folded her shawl, and she felt a little cold.

Bai Shuang quickly went downstairs and got the letter.

When they were about to leave, a car came over and blocked their car.

Yan Xin was slightly stunned when she saw the tall officer getting out of the car and coming towards her.

"It's Young Marshal." Bai Shuang whispered.

Yan Xin: "..."

Jing Yuanzhao opened her car door, turned his head slightly, and smiled deeply at her.

"Come down, take my car, and go to my place to eat." He said.

Yan Xin got out of the car and asked him, "Brother, are you busy?"

"It's almost straightened out. I should consider myself busy." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin got into his car.

The car in the back seat was dim, and he held her in his arms and kissed her gently.

Yan Xin: "Don't..."

"No trouble, no trouble. Are you here to settle accounts with that nonsense writer?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Yan Xin: "No, I'll ask him about the source of the information."

"Have you asked?"

"I guessed a few people. After asking around, I found that Wu Guangru had no apparent relationship with any of them.

If he is not seeking fame and reputation, he is colluding secretly. I wasn't just asking questions, I was observing him. "Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao tightened his arms slightly: "Zhu Zhuer is very powerful."

Yan Xin: "..."

He would praise her for every little thing, as if he wanted to reward her with a candied fruit at any time.

"What did you observe?"

"He has no flaws. If he has no problems, then he is a main writer trying to attract attention; if he has problems, then he will point the evidence to the person I want to find." Yan Xin said.

After hearing this, Jing Yuanzhao pondered for a moment and asked her, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm still wary of danger, but I'm not bothered by it. If I become a soldier from now on, I've fallen into a trap." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled and tightened his arms a little: "That's how it should be."

The car arrived at his villa all the way, and the maid Peilan had already asked someone to prepare meals.

Jing Yuanzhao said to Peilan: "Bring the wine."

Then he told Yan Xin, "Zhou Junwang said he left a bottle of good wine for me. I asked someone to go to his dance hall to get it."

Yan Xin almost forgot about it.

That was what he said before the assassination. It hasn't been long yet, but there are so many things going on and it's so chaotic that the leisure time seems like a long time ago, and she's a little in a trance.

"...Can you drink?" Jing Yuanzhao asked again.

You should not drink alcohol when you are recovering from a serious injury.

Yan Xin said, "Drink a little with you."

——They need to celebrate, but also need to relax.

During these days, the most tired person was Jing Yuanzhao.

Before the disaster, many people did not take the orders of the military government seriously. Jing Yuanzhao had to personally supervise and take charge, so that the people below would be afraid.

When the storm came, he walked west for ten hours without sleeping, worried that the river embankment would break.

He personally handled the post-disaster reconstruction, fearing that someone would take the opportunity to make money or cause harm.

Yan Xin heard that he had never touched the bed in these days. When he was too tired, he would just find a place to lean over and make do with it.

Have a drink and a good night's sleep, he deserves it.

Without him, even if Yan Xin could predict the past, there would be nothing she could do.

Peilan got foreign wine and crystal glasses for them both.

Yan Xin took the initiative to pour wine for him.

She poured a small glass.

Jing Yuanzhao saw it and said to her: "So stingy?"

Yan Xin: "When you drink white wine, you drink it in small sips, not like a cow. This wine is the same. It's strong, and you get drunk too quickly."

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't persuade her, so he had to obey.

He took a sip, and it was different from the foreign wine he drank last time: spicy, with the burnt aroma of burning wheat straw.

It moistens the throat and leaves a sweet aftertaste, with that unique sweetness lingering throughout the mouth and throat.

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't help but stick out his tongue: "What the hell is this?"

Yan Xin also took a sip lightly.

The wine was strong and she drank very little.

"It tastes good." Yan Xin said, "It's a bit sweet."

Jing Yuanzhao laughed: "You are also a country bumpkin. You judge the quality of wine and say it is sweet?"

Then he said, "It's not very sweet, it's weird. Forget it, I'm a good person, why should I drink such a mess?"

Yan Xin: "..."

Jing Yuanzhao made a quick decision and asked Peilan to exchange the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he had collected.

The sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored liquor is soft and sweet, and has plenty of staying power when it enters the throat. Jing Yuanzhao drank a cup and sighed with satisfaction: "This is good wine!"

Yan Xin smiled.

She drank half a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine and felt that it was more comfortable. She was still getting used to the taste of liquor.

Among foreign wines, the sparkling white wine is delicious; she doesn't appreciate strong wine.

"how?"

Yan Xin: "The wine that eldest brother collects is naturally the best."

Jing Yuanzhao pulled up the heavy chair, and the floor tiles made a harsh sound.

"Because the eldest brother is the best." He smiled.

He came close to her, put one hand around her neck, forced her to come closer, and kissed her lips.

Her lips were soft, and in her mouth there was the sweetness of the foreign wine just now, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, mixed with her taste, and she was instantly addicted.

Jing Yuanzhao's arm around her snowy neck was full of muscles, and there was a faint burst of strength.

He hugged her whole body, let her sit on his lap, and kissed her deeply.

The breath blended together, better than the strong alcohol, and he was dripping with joy.

Yan Xin's fingers, cool and soft, gently stroked the upper end of his arm and called him in a low voice: "Brother..."

The voice is soft and ethereal, floating in my heart like a gossamer. Jing Yuanzhao's whole body muscles were instantly filled with blood, her upper arms bulged, and powerful blood pulsed under her palms.

His breath was also strong and hot, as if it was scalding her.

Yan Xin was almost breathless from his kiss, so she just asked him in a low voice: "Brother, do you still want to eat?"

She was out of breath and her face was red.

"Eat! You invited me, so of course you eat!" he said, biting her lips hard.

Eager and confused, he picked her up and went upstairs in a few steps.