Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

When the housekeeper and servants saw An Luo and Cohen entering the door together, and An Luo was still holding the sleeping Master Terry in his arms, they were so shocked that they even forgot to greet them. It wasn't until the housekeeper coughed lightly that they recovered Salute respectfully.

Those who were more courageous still looked up at Cohen in such a gap. This was the first time they saw Cohen. In other words, it was also the first time they saw Cohen in this place. Since one day, Admiral Cohen has not come back.

It is far away from the main city, and far from the residence of Normand. It can even be regarded as remote. It is really going to be a "marriage room", and it is a bit cheap compared to Admiral Cohen's wedding room. They always thought that this is the place. The Normand family dealt with An Luo sloppily, asking him to settle down and be quiet.

So they never thought that Admiral Cohen would come, and he would come back with "Madame".

"Admiral, do you have any plans for tonight?" the butler asked after deliberation, the implicit meaning was whether he wanted to arrange a room for you, a separate room.

Although he thinks this is unlikely.

Wen Yan quietly turned his face to look at Cohen, just in time to meet the eyes he was looking at, and quickly changed direction, facing the "sleeping prop" in his arms, and then whispered to the butler: "Admiral is still here!" There is a meeting."

The implication is that there is no need to bother, this is a man who does not "stay" on the wedding night, let alone now.

But Cohen acted as if he didn't hear Wen Yan's words, and said to himself: "Hurst will send the letter to me in the evening and ask someone to deliver it to me in the study."

The butler became confused as to who to listen to. Reason told him that Admiral Cohen's words were the highest standards of execution, but reason told him that what An Luo said was the truth.

Terry in his arms muttered and moved his chubby body. He was not very old, and he cried a lot, and fell asleep in a daze after crying until he had no strength.

"Tired?" Cohen said suddenly.

Wen Yan patted Terry's back soothingly with one hand, nodded, and said softly, "I've been crying all the way, I should be tired by now."

"I'm talking about you." Cohen replied bluntly, and he was about to reach out to take Terry, "Are you tired after hugging all the way?"

Wen Yan turned sideways, "It's good to carry it upstairs, if you wake up, you won't fall asleep later."

Cohen wanted to hug Terry no less than three times along the way, but was rejected by Wen Yan every time, so he could only withdraw his hand angrily, looked at Terry's chubby hands, and said very softly: "This little fat man. "

After listening to Wen Yan who was talking straight: ...

Don't think that he didn't know why the little bun cried and wrinkled his skin, and when he made Terry cry, he said "the little soldier of the Normand family" in one mouthful, but now he turned his face into a "little fat man"?

"Then I'll go get ready." The butler said right away.

"Clean up the end of the corridor on the second floor." Wen Yan walked up the stairs, and continued with the housekeeper's disapproving eyes of "how can you let the general live there?" "If the general doesn't mind, you can sleep in the master bedroom." , I’ll just sleep there.”

After finishing speaking, Wen Yan leaned on the armrest made of vermilion jade, turned around slightly, looked at Ke En with raised eyebrows, and said with a smile: "However, the location here is remote, and it is far from the imperial city. It’s better to go back to the main house.”

"I heard from Terry that General Harold is waiting for you at the main house."

After Wen Yan finished speaking, he continued to walk up without waiting for Cohen to reply.

"It's Grandpa." Cohen said with a sigh behind him, he was reminding An Luo that it wasn't "General Harold", it was Grandpa, and he wasn't "Admiral Cohen", it wasn't "You", it was his husband.

Wen Yan paused, turned his back to Cohen and curled his mouth, but his tone suddenly became cold, "It's better to call General Harold."

An Luo only called Grandpa once, that is, on the day he married Cohen, at the moment of exit, before the smile reached the bottom of his eyes, the happiness of dreams coming true ended in the sneers from behind, those smiles The voice was disdainful, sharp, and filled with undisguised biting malice. It poured over the scorching heart. An Luo looked sideways at Cohen beside him. Or pretend not to hear it, but what difference does it make?

Since then, An Luo has never called out Grandpa again, and he has placed himself in a very correct position, with an almost masochistic sobriety.

For the first time since so many planes, Wen Yan felt aggrieved for An Luo, even though he knew that Cohen was him.

An Luo didn't say anything. When he was younger, he even argued for himself, thinking that if he was better, maybe those relatives could treat him better, but later he realized that he was too naive, and he no longer expected the kindness of the years, and embraced The truth that no one cares about, watching the people around him pass by one after another, without exception, with mocking expressions.

Even if it was Cohen later, even if he didn't show any malice towards himself, he just ignored him, as if he, An Luo, had any temperament, appearance, and whether his name was An Luo. In fact, Cohen treated everyone like this, no one It was that exception, but An Luo wanted to be that exception. He wanted Cohen to hug him, just like when he fell when he was a child, and said softly, "You are An Luo, you don't need to force yourself to be the second Huo Walter" is fine.

Wen Yan knew that An Luo was too timid, but he was also frightened. He was afraid of bleeding even if he took half a step forward, so Wen Yan did for him what he dared not say or do.

"Admiral, this..." The housekeeper bowed to speak after watching An Luo disappear around the corner. He always felt that the atmosphere between the admiral and his wife was a bit strange.

"I sleep in the master bedroom."

Before the butler could say "Okay, then I'll pack the last room for my wife," Cohen's voice was heard - "He also sleeps in the master bedroom."

The butler raised his head in surprise, and saw Cohen's gaze coldly sweeping around, as if he knew what they were thinking, the majesty of the power-holder instantly covered them all, and everyone flinched unconsciously. They had the impression that Admiral Cohen would look like, and the admiral standing next to An Luo just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"If I know that someone is disrespectful to him," Cohen stepped upstairs, "you can get out."

"The name of this place is neither Normand nor Oggyatt, he is the real owner, so no matter who is coming, whether it is Normand or Oggyatt, it's the same, he doesn't want to see There is no need." Cohen raised his hand and loosened his neckline, "You know what I mean."

The butler quickly stabilized his mind, suppressed the shock in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Yes."

"I changed the flowers at the entrance of the courtyard," Cohen said casually, "and replaced them with jalan feathers."

He vaguely remembered that person said he liked Jialan Yu.

"Yes."

Wen Yan put Terry on the bed, and when he finished undressing him, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The layers were like Russian dolls, but he didn't want to wake him up, so he took off extremely Struggle, when Cohen came in, he was taking off the last piece of Terry, and then sat on the edge of the bed massaging his sore fingers and arms.

"Go out of the study and turn right to the third room." Wen Yan didn't even raise his head, then he seemed to think of something, stood up and said, "Yes, it's normal for the general to be unfamiliar, after all, it's the first time here, I brought You go."

"I know you're angry." Cohen grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, led him to the sofa, and said with a smile: "It won't happen in the future, I will go home to accompany you except for missions, I promise."

Wen Yan: Huh? ? ?

This is angry?He was obviously mocking!

"That's not what I meant." Wen Yan made a gesture and wanted to pull his hand back. He knew this person too well. As long as he showed a little concession, he would be able to smash those small cracks into big gaps. For An Luo now , it was the critical moment to get back the place, and he absolutely could not back down, "Cohen, I hope you can seriously consider the divorce."

In fact, this was Wen Yan's deliberate decision, and it was true that there was a bit of anger, but it didn't change because Cohen was that person.

An Luo has lived under the suspicion and malice of others for too long, and the joy of marrying Cohen is only pitiful enough to be ignored, so he ended this marriage in name only, and accepted Cohen with a new equal status. , Wen Yan felt that An Luo needed this sense of security, as well as this sense of ritual.

Cohen was silent and did not answer. When Wen Yan wanted to speak again to force him, he felt the temperature of Cohen on his hand. The feeling that he was still familiar with after a plane made Wen Yan lose his mind for a moment. He stayed in this plane for nearly four years, and Jiang Mian also used this procedure to massage him for four years. The person in front of him forgot that he was Jiang Mian, but his body remembered it.

For some reason, Wen Yan felt like crying.

"Does it hurt?" Cohen focused on Wen Yan with all his heart and eyes, and naturally found out that something was wrong with him, and his hands froze.

Wen Yan shook his head, and slowly withdrew his hand. Now he just wants to hug this person tightly, and then say "I'm here to find you, I found you", but he obviously doesn't remember anything, Wen Yan is afraid It scares him, and besides, he is An Luo now, so he has no choice but to hold back.

"Three days later, Queen Catherine's birthday dinner, the invitation card has been delivered, have you received it?" Cohen said.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, as if the housekeeper had mentioned this matter, but An Luo didn't make a decision because he didn't know if Cohen would go. If they both went to the banquet alone and then met at the banquet, then he would have to It became a laughing stock, so this post was eventually dismissed, but now...

"What if I don't want to go." Wen Yan asked softly to test.

"If you don't want to go, don't go, I will accompany you."

Wen Yan thought for a while, Queen Catherine is an existence in An Luo's rare good memory, and she is also Cohen's aunt, so he has to go this trip because of emotion and reason, so he said, "Do you need to prepare anything?"

When Cohen heard the words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'll just get ready."

Cohen's aura was so familiar that Wen Yan couldn't raise any extra precautions at all. He narrowed his eyes in a bit of sleepiness, and replied with a sullen "hmm".

Wen Yan was about to make up an excuse to drive Cohen away, but before he could say anything, he felt his body lighten, and Cohen hugged him again.

"What are you doing?" Wen Yan said lazily, but there was no sign of nervousness. Cohen didn't know whether he should be relieved or not. This person is sure that he won't do anything, so he looks so loose ?

"It's time for you to go to bed." Cohen calmed down and said, he carried Wen Yan to the bedside, put him on the bed very gently, looked at Terry lying beside him, and then looked at the tidy head of the bed. Qi put the small clothes in a circle, and asked very naturally: "Do you want me to help you undress?"

Wen Yan: ...

"Don't bother the general." Wen Yan gritted his teeth, "You can go out now."

Cohen had to come to terms with the fact that his daughter-in-law was about to sleep with a fat, naked man.

An hour later, when Cohen couldn't help but want to come back to see Wen Yan, he saw Wen Yan frowned and called "Jiang Mian" several times, bringing with him something he had never seen before, which could even be called The intimacy of nostalgia.

As a result, the admiral, who had never been emotional, froze in place for more than ten minutes.

His daughter-in-law slept with a fat little man without clothes, calling another man's name? !

Cohen walked out of the room with a cold face, and immediately sent a message to the First Prince. Apart from the Great Emperor, he has the highest authority in the entire empire.

"Help me check someone."

"Who."

"Jiang Mian."

"Which Jiang, which Mian?"

"You ask me who I ask?"

First Prince: ...

What kind of interstellar pirates?Can make Cohen so angry?