Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

Sighing lightly, he raised his hand and stroked her head, his thin lips pursed lightly.

"Baby, I'm not Sima Xiangru! It won't make you want to see through the ten-mile pavilion, and it won't make you feel helpless!"

The mellow voice carried the warmth of comforting people's hearts, and those two poems of resentment, which were clearly full of grief, came out of his mouth, but they were like lingering love words, which made people's heart tremble.

The love words of men are not credible, but the love words of soldiers have a soul-stirring spirit.

Blinking her eyes, Yun Xi suppressed the emotions in her eyes, and her desolate eyes gradually returned to clarity.

When I saw the three words Feng Qiuhuang just now, my emotions that were about to explode were suppressed a little bit.

She pushed him away, raised her head and half-smiled to tease the serious and domineering man in front of her.

"I didn't expect that the young marshal also spent the poems of Zhuo Wenjun! Which girl in the Huaichun lovesickness boy wrote to you?"

"Baby, my Chinese is not taught by a physical education teacher!"

Mu Feichi pinched her pink face in disbelief, "This is Zhuo Wenjun's representative digital poem, hasn't the school teacher taught you?"

"No!" Yun Xi shook her head. Schools usually don't take this kind of love poems for exams.

"Well, then your Chinese must be taught by a physical education teacher!"

Saying that, he took her to the long-awaited housekeeper of the villa.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Watching the battle to welcome the guests, Mu Feichi was either the owner of the villa or a distinguished guest.

Mu Feichi glanced at her with a mysterious look on his face, but he didn't reveal it!

Yun Xi was even more curious, and was dragged all the way to the gate of the villa by him.

"Master!" The villa housekeeper Tan Zhong saw his master waiting for a woman for the first time, so he rushed forward to greet him.

Walking forward, Mu Feichi introduced to Tan Zhong unceremoniously: "Uncle Zhong, this is the distinguished guest, Miss Yun Xiyun, your little lady in the future!"

Tan Zhong was directly frightened by the fact that his master said that wind is rain. He looked at the little girl who was still a girl in front of him, surprised and curious.

The little girl looked young, her eyes were clear and clear, calm and indifferent, not arrogant, but just standing like that made people feel that she had the atmosphere and dignity of a noble family.

Taking a closer look, standing with their young master, there is a feeling of a match made in heaven!

It seems that the ancestors bless them, they don't have to worry about whether the young master likes women in the future!

It's just, the young master's unreasonable temperament, he just brought a woman here, but he is still the future young marshal's wife he likes!

To be able to admit the identity of the hostess so directly, it seems that the young master is serious this time!

The housekeeper looked at Yun Xi, and suddenly showed a relieved look, these old guys are not afraid to go to see the general's wife after a hundred years!

Yun Xi is quite generous, and she is not afraid to be looked at and admired by others.

After she said the word "hostess" from Mufeichi, a large group of men and women standing behind the housekeeper all turned to stare at her!

Dare, she looks better than their master? What a joke!

"Uncle Zhong, don't listen to his nonsense. Your young master has been stimulated today. He has no scruples in speaking. Don't take it seriously!"

Tan Zhong smiled, a smile that could not be concealed on the vicissitudes of life, "I understand, I understand! It's cold outside, hurry into Zhuangzi!"

As soon as Yun Xi raised her foot and wanted to slip away, Mu Feichi reached out and grabbed her back into his arms.

Yun Xi turned her head angrily and glared at him, grinding her teeth and hitting his chest with her elbow.

"Young Master, you are not a dog skin plaster! Let go of me!"

"No!"

"Mu Sansui, can you be more mature?"

"cannot!"

"..."

Just as he was about to step into the gate of the villa, Mu Feichi suddenly thought of something, paused, and turned to look at the arch at the entrance.

"Uncle Zhong, take me off the plaque at the door!"

"Ah? What do you do by picking it up so neatly?"

"Our little lady doesn't like it!"

"Okay, I'll let someone pick it up right away!"

Yun Xi was speechless, what did it have to do with her!

A bowl of late dog food, sweet or not~