Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

The camera fell directly in front of him, and he slightly lied his head and talked with the foreign heads of state beside him.

The man on the red carpet raised his hands and gestures gracefully and decently. When he got serious, his eyes were full of heroism and steadiness that had been precipitated from the battlefield and the years.

Such a man, standing with a group of foreign leaders...

In this situation, Yun Xi can only think of one word: stand out from the crowd.

It is said that men who come down from the battlefield do not understand Fengyue and love, and their stubborn murderous aura is not easy for people to approach.

But these words are not suitable to describe Mu Feichi.

As a man with such a distinguished status and outstanding military exploits, many women are chasing him.

The position of the young marshal's wife, all the women in Kyoto are thinking about.

Yun Chuhan, who was about to go upstairs, saw Mu Feichi on TV at first glance, and stopped behind the sofa.

His eyes were fixed on the figure on the TV, and he didn't know how much effort he had to use to restrain his urge to pounce.

Yun Xi turned her head and glanced at her lightly, leaned against the sofa and looked at her with her chin propped up, "Why, do you like the young marshal?"

When she asked such a question, Yun Chuhan's face flushed, and she gave Yun Xi an annoyed look.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"As you look like now, if you say you want to pounce on the young marshal and eat it, no one will believe it."

Yun Chuhan bit her lip, took a while to control her emotions, and sneered, "In the whole of Kyoto, who doesn't like the young marshal!"

I also know that the concept of stealing is confusing, and it seems that Yun Chuhan is not too stupid.

Yun Xi nodded and deliberately glanced at Yun Ziling opposite.

"That's right. It's one thing to like her, but it's another thing to marry her."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intention. Yun Ziling put down the teacup in her hand with a bang.

"Sister, what do you mean by that? Did you tell me on purpose?"

Yun Xi smiled, "Did I say anything? Didn't I say the young marshal? You are so eager to pull you on, there is no silver 300 taels here?"

"you……"

Mr. Yun glanced at their sisters and knocked on the table, "Okay, stop arguing! Can't your sisters get along well? Do you have to be so noisy? Home and everything are prosperous, your parents didn't teach you this principle. ?"

Yun Xi lowered her head and poured water, but did not speak again.

The news footage on TV turned to a private interview in China.

It is estimated that no one has ever been so honored to interview this military marshal, and the voice of the host asking questions is full of passion.

Yun Xi drank tea with a cup of tea, her eyes shifted from the tea soup to the TV.

The man on the TV looked at the camera with deep eyes, as if looking at the person he wanted to see through the camera.

"The young marshal has made great achievements, everyone is very curious, do you have a girlfriend?"

Such a gossip question, but it happened to ask the voice of all women.

"No." For the first time, Mu Feichi replied.

The female reporter looked shocked, her eyes widened and she exclaimed in disbelief, anyone could see that she was a fan girl.

"Does the young marshal have any requirements for his own mate selection criteria?"

"Easy room, IKEA, and the world."

What Yishi IKEA is asking everyone to understand, but Yitian forced the reporter to ask questions.

The female reporter asked herself what she understood on her own: "Yi Tianxia means that you are in the right family with you?"

"The woman I want, she wants to be side by side with me, evenly matched!"

In the camera, Mu Feichi looked at the camera, as if there was a lot of love radiating from the bottom of his eyes.

Yun Xi has never seen the gentle side of this iron-blooded man. Such gentleness is different from those men who dote on women.

His gentleness, with the domineering brand of Mu Feichi, was so deep that one could drown in it.

The female reporter wanted to ask in detail, but the bodyguards had separated the group of reporters and escorted Mu Feichi to the other side of the passage.

Side by side with me, evenly matched.

The eight words echoed loudly on her eardrums.

Her heart beat madly without a sound!

She lowered her eyes and looked at the tumbling tea leaves in the teacup.

What a da~~ The young marshal confessed to Yunxi~~ Ni Meng slowly tasted it hahahaha~~ Yishi IKEA tasted it carefully, it was actually very dirty hahahaha