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When the master returned home, the downstairs instantly became noisy, like a drop of water falling into boiling oil. Although Gu Ming couldn't see the grand event upstairs, he could hear the commotion below in the bedroom on the second floor.
The servants walked softly and with habitual caution. She sat in front of the window all afternoon, almost suspecting that she was the only one in the building. She had to listen carefully to hear the slightest sound, but she still had to I suspected that it was an auditory hallucination caused by an ear problem. It was not realistic enough and was almost vague.
But after Feng Qu came back, the silence was broken. The sound of military boots hitting the floor and the voices talking to the adjutant and servants filled the entire small building. He may not speak loudly, but he also has the unique unfettered tone of the owner. The arrogance, the kind of "this is my territory and I can do whatever I want" is more lively than having a dozen or eight cautious servants.
Gu Ming sat motionless when she heard him ask in the living room downstairs: "Where is my aunt?" It was a deep and powerful voice. Just hearing the voice, one could imagine what kind of healthy body this person had, full of vitality, and bright eyes. The light must be firm, and the bones in the body may be much harder than ordinary people.
Mother Lin's voice was much lower than his. Gu Ming listened carefully and vaguely heard her say: "I went out for a walk and then came back. I have been resting upstairs."
Feng Qulang laughed loudly, briefly recalling the beautiful time last night as if he had eaten a delicious dish: "She was tired last night, it's time for her to have a good rest."
His footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the hairs all over Gu Ming's body stood on end, and all the nerves in his body were tense. There was a warning of danger coming, and it had nothing to do with the relationship between men and women.
She rushed over, pulled back the quilt and got in, covering her head and head. She was thinking wildly. For a moment, she thought, I have also been in the world of mortals. I have had eight boyfriends out of ten. Man Well, even when they take off their clothes, they all look virtuous. The only difference is whether they have strong or weak abilities. It¡¯s not like I didn¡¯t have a boyfriend who indulged himself after getting drunk. He rolled onto the bed the first time. The next day, we all washed up in the hotel bathroom. Only when you see the unfamiliar face of the other person in the mirror can you feel a little embarrassed. We are strangers once and we are familiar with each other again, and we meet each other naked. Are we still afraid that we won't be able to show off our face?
But another voice told her - this person was different, if he was a little careless, he might be shot.
She can handle the ordinary relationship between kidney and heart with ease, but she has little experience in the kind of life-threatening situation in front of her.
The footsteps stopped at the door, and with a "click" the door handle was turned open from the outside. Feng Qu came over and lifted up the quilt and chuckled: "Aren't you hungry after sleeping all day? Get up and have a few bites." As he spoke, his hands But he touched the buttons on the collar of her cheongsam.
Gu Ming pretended to have just woken up, and opened his eyes as if he was frightened. His eyes were as pure as a little white rabbit, and he shrank back, obviously frightened, and whispered in a low voice: "Young Young Marshal " His eyes glanced at the face so close in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment.
The man had an extremely handsome and eye-catching face, with three-dimensional features, a high nose and deep eyes. If it weren't for the unusually dark eyes, it would make people suspect that he might not be a purebred Chinese. He has thick eyelashes and a broad forehead. Although he is still wearing a military uniform, But it was rare that he didn't have the aura of a military gangster, and there was an indescribable sense of nobility in his every move.
The hand that Feng Qu touched was held down by a small hand. The owner of the small hand blushed and said shyly: "II'm hungry."
He lowered his head and secretly kissed her on the fragrant face. If it wasn't enough, he took a few bites of her cherry lips. The little girl's eyes were full of water after eating, and then she pulled her up and said, "Come and help me change my clothes." .¡±
Gu Ming cursed in her heart, "Pervert!" However, considering that this pervert was too good-looking, if she had the right to support Daniel Wu, she might not be able to help but commit a crime, so she let the matter go and got up quickly.
Feng Qu has broad shoulders and long legs. His two straight and powerful long legs are wrapped in military trousers. According to Gu Ming's visual estimation, he is 1.9 meters tall. She has to stand on tiptoes to help him undo the buckles on his military uniform.
He unhooked the gun himself and put it on the bedside table with a "clang" sound. He stretched out his arms and waited for the little girl to untie his coat.
Gu Gou¡¯s eyelids twitched and he looked more obedient and honest.
Military uniforms are cut and fitted, which is easier to wear than long shirts and short coats.
Long shirts and short jackets can be worn with anyone, no matter how fat or thin they are. Every piece of fabric fits snugly, but the military uniform is different. It holds the person like armor, with a straight waist and a tall body. , no freedom is restricted anywhere.
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"I'm going to take a bath, just wait." The man's rough hands touched her head twice, like touching a kitten or puppy.
Gu Ming had to admit that her status in the Young Marshal's Mansion today was roughly equivalent to that of a raised cat or puppy. She has no other good qualities but one: pragmatism.
For a while, Feng Qu finished his bath, changed his clothes and came out, dragging her hand downstairs to eat. During the dinner, he was in a good mood and asked her: "I heard from your father that you have studied. What school did you go to?"
Gu Ming's heart moved, and she looked at him pitifully: "I'm still studying at the Women's Normal College, and I'll graduate in one year."
Feng Qu had seen all kinds of women outside, including ladies in entertainment venues, ladies from high-level families, and Biyu from small families, female spies sent by the enemy, women with ambitions to join the military and political affairs all the people who approached him were from all walks of life. There is a purpose, and there is no lack of pretending to be innocent and pure to deceive him.
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Gu Ming lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice, with some indescribable caution, "My father refused to pay for my tuition. He said that if I followed the young marshal, the young marshal would pay for my tuition." Reading."
"Innocent and incomprehensible to the world, like a child who accidentally broke into the adult world, even his words are a little childish without thinking."
Feng Qu laughed loudly: "Your father Director Gu is really interesting." So this silly girl was stuffed into his bed for tuition?
Gu Ming seemed to be frightened by his wanton laughter: "Young Marshal Young Marshal doesn't agree with me going to study?"
This was not a lie she wanted casually. The original owner was really an innocent girl who loved reading. However, she suffered from the early death of her biological mother and had to make a living in the hands of her stepmother. She faced the possibility of dropping out of school several times. Before being sent to the Young Marshal's Mansion, Gu Baobin was like this. To coax my daughter.
Feng Qu thought to himself: The Gu family father and daughter are really a couple.
My father is a fan of officialdom, and my daughter is a bookworm.
There are always about ten or eight aunts in Marshal Feng's backyard, and they can be organized into a class. However, the focus of these aunts' daily lives revolves around Marshal Feng, and they try their best to please him. Some of them are good at cooking, and some are good at women's work. Yes, there are also those who are good at playing, playing and singing. Only by having a unique skill can you find your place in the Marshal's Mansion.
Their main job is to serve men, and their hobbies in their spare time are different. Some like to listen to operas, some like to dance, and some like to play mahjong. They set up the mahjong table and call for tiles to come over, and they can sit there all night long. Rest.
Marshal Feng socializes a lot, and the wives he brings out vary depending on the occasion. Sometimes Feng Qu feels that the concubines in the Marshal's house not only serve Marshal Feng in bed, but also work part-time as his life adjutants, and they are indispensable when he goes out to socialize. A touch of color.
His newly adopted concubine is doing well, and she only thinks about studying.
Mother Lin was winking at the side, trying to make Aunt Gu give up the idea of ??going out to study - I had never heard of a concubine having to go out to study.
But Aunt Gu didn't seem to understand her kindness at all, and she said stupidly: "Mother Lin said that the young commander is generous to others, I I don't want clothes or jewelry, I just want to go to school." It's really hard to pretend to be an innocent little white rabbit. She almost couldn't recognize herself due to the boss's efforts.
????????????????? Thanks to her delicate and frail appearance, her voice is also weak, and there is a bit of indescribable sweetness in her voice. At first glance, it sounds like she is acting coquettishly, child-like.
Feng Qu: "What's so difficult about this?"
Gu Ming's eyes lit up: "Young Marshal agreed?! You are such a good person!"
For the first time, Feng Qu was praised as a good man by a woman outside the bed: "" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com