Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao came back from outside, covered in sweat.

Hearing that Yan Xin had arrived, he hurriedly took a cold shower and arrived at his mother's yard before drying his hair.

The hem of the shirt was untucked into the waistband of the trousers, and it was floating in the air, very unruly.

Her hair was wet, and a strand hung in front of her forehead.

Yan Xin didn't want to look downcast in front of the governor's wife, so she looked away from him.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" The governor's wife was displeased.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I heard that my sister was coming, but I was afraid that I wouldn't see her, so she left again."

Yan Xin: "..."

Thank you so much for taking so much trouble to think about me.

She still didn't look at him.

Mrs. Overseer: "I'll talk to your sister for a while. Why are you here to disturb the situation? Go and do your business."

Jing Yuanzhao refused to leave and sat on the chair next to him: "Boss Song will be on stage at the Mingde Theater the day after tomorrow. I would like to invite my sister to listen to the show."

The governor's wife glanced at Yan Xin.

Yan Xin shook her head: "I don't know much about drama."

Jing Yuanzhao: "What kind of drama do you need to know? Boss Song is a famous person. It's only serious to go and see him."

Boss Song is a famous actor who has become popular all over the country in the past two years. He can earn a thousand silver dollars a night on stage. However, the highest salary among ordinary people is not that of a bank president, and his salary is only [-] silver dollars a month.

He is so expensive just because of his stunning appearance and melodious singing skills, which are sought after by everyone.

Yan Xin vaguely remembered something.

There was something that passed through her mind, but she couldn't remember it.

She shook her head: "It's very hot. I don't want to go to the theater to join in the fun. Brother, go on your own."

The governor's wife saw that Yan Xin was really unwilling, so she said, "You can make an appointment with someone else. Your sister is reluctant to go."

Jing Yuanzhao was under the table, rubbing Yan Xin's calf with his feet.

Yan Xin stiffened.

I saw this man's smile scorching, and the deep dimple seemed to be filled with the dazzling sunshine of midsummer: "Go, sister, I just want to invite you."

Yan Xin didn't dare to move and nodded: "Okay."

Jing Yuanzhao took his feet back.

But Yan Xin continued to say to the governor's wife: "Mom, are you going?"

The Governor's wife: "Boss Song only goes on stage at eight o'clock at night. I can't bear it. You go ahead."

Yan Xin was helpless.

She had dinner at the Governor's Mansion, and Jing Yuanzhao personally drove her home.

Jing Yuanzhao said to his wife, "Mom, I'm staying in a small mansion these days and I won't be coming back."

The Overseer's wife said nothing.

He drives the car himself.

Yan Xin sat in the back seat, silent.

From time to time, she glanced at Jing Yuanzhao, who was driving in front of her, for fear that he would cause trouble.

Fortunately, he didn't.

The car drove smoothly to the back street of Jiang Mansion. He parked the car on the next street and wanted to take a walk with Yan Xin.

Yan Xin did not refuse again.

However, when he reached the entrance of the alley, he didn't stop and followed her inside.

Yan Xin stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "Send you back."

"Just send it here, please, brother," she said.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled: "Please buy me a cup of tea, I'm really thirsty."

Yan Xin: "No, it's already very late."

It's now nine o'clock in the evening.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I have a gift for you."

Yan Xin: "Give it here, don't go to my place."

At this moment, someone came in and out of the alley.

Yan Xin panicked.

The people living in this alley are all members of the Jiang family.

Jing Yuanzhao had already taken the lead and moved forward, so Yan Xin had to quickly follow.

Entering the Songxiang Courtyard from the corner gate, the young servants were shocked when they saw him.

Mrs. Cheng and Ma Feng were still prudent and skillful. They first locked the front door of the Songxiang Courtyard and then patrolled the back wall to prevent anyone from peeping.

Bai Shuang poured tea for Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao was not in a hurry to drink tea, but took out a small folding fan from his pants pocket and gave it to Yan Xin: "New. I thought it was quite interesting, so I left it to you."

The folding fan is made of Polygonatum odorifera, which is very tough. It has been soaked in aromatherapy and has a light fragrance.

The fan is a painting by a famous artist, with a picture of crabapples.

It's small, delicate and smells good. Yan Xin likes it very much, but doesn't want it to be too obvious.

She put it on the coffee table and said calmly: "Thank you, brother."

"Don't you like it?" Jing Yuanzhao picked it up again, opened it and fanned her, "It's very light, so you won't feel tired holding it."

He was stationed at the station these days, and when he returned to the city, he went to a division commander's house for dinner.

The teacher's third aunt is the most particular about people, she is exquisite in everything, and she holds such a small fan in her hand.

Jing Yuanzhao saw how transparent this thing was, so he took it and fanned it. He felt that it was very fragrant and light, and the wind was quite strong.

He asked for it immediately.

He thinks it suits Yan Xin.

When he saw something good, he wanted to snatch it from Yan Xin.

He sat next to her and fanned her.

Yan Xin: "I'm not hot..."

Jing Yuanzhao's fingers gently rubbed her cheek: "You're sweating, why isn't it hot?"

Yan Xin: “Give it to me.”

Jing Yuanzhao: "I'll wait for you for a while so that you don't get tired."

Yan Xin: "..."

Yan Xin felt that it was difficult to evaluate the powerful young marshal who casually said "serve you".

He is always a mixture of good and bad. He is neither hated nor loved.

"No need." Yan Xin's face seemed to get hotter.

She was a little hot.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Why not? I can take care of my woman myself, I am happy with it."

The heat on Yan Xin's face immediately dissipated, her heart felt cold and her cheeks were a bit cold.

"I'm not your woman." Yan Xin looked serious.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Huh? Didn't you agree to stay with me for three months after midsummer? You said it yourself. I'm counting the days, starting from the beginning of autumn."

Yan Xin: "..."

She had nothing to say about his shamelessness.

Jing Yuanzhao fanned himself and came closer to her.

Yan Xin wanted to hide, but he had already held the back of her neck and kissed her lips.

He hugged her hard with both arms. Shengxia's clothes were thin, and Yan Xin could feel the full muscles of his arms.

He was like a furnace, always a little hotter than others, and his presence was extremely strong.

Yan Xin wanted to struggle.

Jing Yuanzhao kissed her, picked her up, and kicked open her door.

Yan Xin was thrown on the bed by him.

In the darkness, Jing Yuanzhao tore open the buttons of her blouse, breathing urgently and scorchingly: "Let's try a different approach today, okay?"

"No!" Yan Xin wanted to sit up.

He pushed her down.

The iron bed creaked.

An hour later, Yan Xin's chest turned red, smelling like a man.

Her skirt and shoes and socks were neat, but her upper body was in a mess and was burning with pain.

She was lying there helpless, her eyes a little distracted.

"Zhuzhu'er, you have a great time today." Jing Yuanzhao wiped her chest carefully and wanted to kiss her again.

Yan Xin couldn't bear it anymore, raised her hand and slapped him.

In the dimly lit room, a crisp sound shook the eardrums of Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao.

Yan's heart is filled with despair.

Jing Yuanzhao received a slap and remained silent for a long time. Yan Xin huddled there, waiting for him to fight back or simply shoot her.

And he just held her hand.

He put it to his lips and kissed it: "Don't be so forceful. I'm not afraid of pain, but your hands are sore."