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Listening to those people's words, she slowly made a decision in her heart.

Absolutely can not just sit and wait.

She will definitely avenge the Zhao family's hatred!

She can't enter the Commander's Mansion, but she can go to Puyi University!

She has nothing now, the only thing she has is this face.

When Daddy was still there, he praised her for being beautiful, and he would definitely marry a good man in the future.

Now... Mr. Ruyi cannot marry.

When Zhao Taoyan thought of this, she felt extremely sad, her delicate face was covered with tears, and determination flashed across her eyes.

anyway.

She won't hold back either.

She wants to approach that person with beauty.

Then kill her when that person is defenseless!

It's best to let the young marshal know how much evil he did in those years!

Thinking of this, Zhao Taoyan suddenly felt that he had found his life goal, and he was not so sad anymore. He wiped away his tears and showed a long-lost smile.

She is so brave.

If my sister was here, I would praise her like that.

However, Zhao Songwan didn't want to praise her.

How could she have imagined that her cheap younger sister wanted revenge wholeheartedly, even at the cost of her body.

It happened to collide with her purpose.

This moment.

Zhao Songwan has already lived in a remote courtyard in the Commander's Mansion.

Confused, no clue.

She thought hard for a few days and couldn't understand the reason for the operation of attacking the target.

But you can't wait forever and decide to take the initiative.

I stewed chicken soup myself and went to the study.

She is wearing a light-colored cheongsam today, which is a little less cold and stubborn, and more of a gentleness belonging to her daughter's family.

Knocked on the door of the study.

A few seconds later, a cold voice came from the study.

"Enter."

Zhao Songwan closed her eyes, but she could still imagine the look that man showed her before he died.

Affectionate and cruel.

Creepy.

Finish her when she is most confident.

Zhao Songwan would never forget that look in his eyes.

These nights I have had nightmares one after another, and I still think about it, sweating profusely.

Now that he had to face it again, Zhao Songwan felt nervous, and even his palms were sweating profusely.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, looked at the door of the study, as if looking at the direction leading to the abyss, and slowly pushed it open.

The study room is large and cold, rigorous and orderly, with desks near the windows and bookshelves densely packed with books.

The sun shines in from outside.

The man was lazily leaning on the grand master's chair, looking at the official documents casually in front of the table. His fingers were slender and distinct, his knuckles had a kind of hardness and sexiness, the lines extended to the wrist bones, and the silver watch was simple.

Perhaps because she didn't go out today, she didn't wear the uniform of the warlord's mansion, nor did she wear a military uniform. She just wore a simple white shirt, which complemented her thin but not thin figure, giving her a slender beauty.

There is no extra color, it is clean and cool, but it looks extremely bewitching under the light at the end of March.

Zhao Songwan looked at such a scene, even though she had experienced so many planes and seen so many raiding targets, it was still difficult for her to react for a while.

God shook.

Hold your breath.

She walked to the table step by step, and the sound of opening the door was very obvious in the quiet study.

The man didn't raise his eyes, nor did he look at her, he just leaned lazily on the chair, his long fingers resting loosely on the table, and the almost transparent cuff buttons were cold and sharp in color.

The side face is as cold as a still picture scroll, with sharp and clear lines. Perhaps because of office work, there is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the tall nose. The eyes under the lenses cannot be seen clearly, adding a bit of elegance.

Even in the sun, there is not much warmth, and there is an inaccessible cold feeling.

Teach people to be afraid and also teach people to be excited.

Just do nothing, don't even need a look,

You can catch your heartbeat in an instant.

Zhao Songwan had to admit.

The target of the raid has the capital to make anyone fascinated.

No wonder the system is so salivating.

She sighed in her heart, still a little apprehensive about what happened that day, she bravely walked up, and called softly, "My lord."

The voice is soft but not delicate, just right between cool and sweet.

Ranbai hummed indifferently, and the voice from his throat was short and low, without any special emotion. He looked down at the official document, with elegant gold-rimmed glasses and abstinent white shirt.

I didn't lift my eyes.

Zhao Songwan couldn't figure out the target's mind.

Whenever she thought she understood this person, her cognition would always be completely overturned.

It was as if he didn't understand how this person could say such perverted words at the beginning, and how he could take her back to the Commander's Mansion to recuperate as if nothing had happened.

If the other party didn't mention it, she also wisely didn't say it.

Gently put the chicken soup on the table, and said softly: "I saw that the adults hadn't eaten at noon, and I was very worried. I specially went to the small kitchen to cook chicken soup. May I have a taste?"

"No need." Ranbai refused completely, without leaving a trace.

Zhao Songwan still didn't give up, and laughed at Yan Yan: "When I was at home, my parents often praised me for my good craftsmanship and I was a virtuous person, but I was so high-minded that I couldn't listen to what they said."

The person who had been flipping through the official documents was finally willing to lift his eyes and glanced at her.

His brows are infiltrated by the sunlight, as delicate as a painting, and the gold-rimmed glasses are framed on the tall and straight bridge of the nose, reflecting light that is stinging. Such a gentle scene, but because of the aura of many years of fighting on the battlefield, there is a fierce bloody smell.

That fluttering look almost made people breathless.

Contains a sense of nobility of silent oppression.

Zhao Songwan's voice paused, and he exchanged a brief glance with her, not even a glance, but a glance.

The glasses under the lens are incomprehensible, very profound.

The study room was very quiet, Zhao Songwan managed to maintain a decent smile, restraining the feeling of chill running up from the soles of his feet.

I'm afraid that the officer will pick up the gun again and kill her.

Lazily sneered and fell.

"You're the cutest when you're being clever." She said calmly with a clear and deep voice.

"The favorability of the target of the raid has dropped by 20, and the current favorability is -20!"

Two voices rang in my ears at the same time.

"..."

I don't know how to say this at all!

How can words and deeds be inconsistent?

While praising people's cuteness, they lose their favorability points! !

Zhao Songwan pursed her lips, looking pale and haggard, grasping the state of her father's new funeral: "Now I am the only one left in the Zhao family. I have nothing to do in this huge commander's mansion, and I don't know what to do. I missed the young marshal's body, so I had to stew chicken soup."

"Don't hate me?"

Ran Baiwen's wind was light and calm.

Like a random question.

Zhao Songwan had to ponder over every word to understand this sentence, and frantically thought about how to answer it in his heart.

She really wanted to have a mind reading ability, so she could know what the target of the raid was thinking.

You slaughtered everyone, and you still ask if you hate it?

You are so cruel! !

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