Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 287 Young Marshal He Is Not Easy To Mess With (1)

"Miss Wen San, this way please." The man in the standard military uniform led a slender woman to the second floor of Zuixiangju, with a gentle attitude, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The woman called "Miss Wen San" tightened her off-white windbreaker tightly, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, and responded with a weak mosquito, and followed the officer to the elegant and gorgeous second floor.

The officer led Miss Wen San to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and respectfully knocked on the door.

Compared with the luxurious ballroom on the first floor, the second floor is much calmer, and this room at the end of the corridor is even more suffocating and dead.

Thinking of the person she was about to meet, Miss Wen San couldn't help but clenched the cuffs of her coat tightly, and she was so nervous that it was difficult to breathe.

She is Wen Wanyu, the youngest daughter of the Wen family, the richest man in Nancheng. She just returned from studying abroad at the beginning of this year.

At the banquet held by the Nancheng Chamber of Commerce last month, she accompanied her father to attend the banquet. Unexpectedly, she was spotted by Shen Rongzhan, the young marshal of the warlord in Nancheng after just showing her face.

In troubled times, whoever has weapons and an army can dominate and become king on one side.

Even if her father is the richest man in Nancheng, facing the warlords, there is no way to twist her thighs.

Since the young marshal's mansion sent a dowry to propose marriage, this was the first time the young marshal wanted to see her.

She heard that the newly appointed young commander was as handsome as a god, but he had a violent personality, moody, and always had a three-point smile on his mouth. He seemed easy to get along with, but in fact he was as cold-blooded and cruel as an executioner.

The first time we met, I chose the largest romantic place in Nancheng. Wen Wanyu thought that the young commander may not have taken a fancy to her, but simply wanted to humiliate her father and her. Offended him.

"Miss Wen San, the young commander is waiting for you inside, please come in." Shen Rongzhan's adjutant Xue Wenchao urged Shen Rongzhan blankly, seeing that Wen Wanyu stood at the door for a long time without any intention of going in.

Wen Wanyu nodded in a panic, and tremblingly pushed open the door that had been opened a crack at some time, and entered the room with a feeling of going to death.

As soon as she entered, Xue Wenchao closed the door, and the slight sound of closing the door made Wen Wanyu, who was tense, couldn't help but tremble.

The room is divided into an inner room and an outer room, and the middle is covered by a gauze curtain that hangs down to the ground. Wen Wanyu stood by the round table with teacups, and carefully glanced at the inside through the hazy gauze curtain.

Although the gauze curtain is light and thin, there are patterns embroidered on the gauze, and it is impossible to tell if there is anyone there.

Wen Wanyu didn't dare to look too much, she stood outside like a log, her voice trembling slightly: "Young commander, Wanyu is here."

"Since you're here, let's come in." The young marshal's voice was clear and gentle, like a ring pendant, extremely sweet to the ears.

Wen Wanyu clenched her sleeves even tighter. She tremblingly walked to the gauze curtain that separated the inside from the outside, opened the gauze tremblingly, walked inside cautiously with her head down, her footsteps were inaudible.

"Miss Wen, don't be nervous." The male voice was extremely charming, and as it approached at this moment, it was even more hormonal.

Wen Wanyu has never been so intimate with a man, she was nervous and afraid at the same time, she was also a little shy, her cheeks as cold as jade turned crimson.

The earlobe was rubbed by the man's slender fingertips, and the ambiguous movement made Wen Wanyu retreat subconsciously, but the man noticed it first, wrapped his arms around his waist, and was trapped in his arms, unable to retreat.

"Young commander, don't be like this..." Although Wen Wanyu is studying abroad, her mind is much more open than that of her sisters at home, but she is not a loose woman who is so close to the first person she meets casually. Man is her fiancé.

She pushed and rejected the man with both hands, trying to widen the distance between the two, but there is a huge difference in strength between men and women. She pushed this a few times, not as if she was refusing, but as if she was trying to refuse.

"What can't be done?" The man chuckled in her ear, and exerted a little force on the hand holding her waist. The gap between the two disappeared in an instant, and their bodies were almost stuck together.

Wen Wanyu blushed completely, her eyes were reddened by this man's bullying, the crystals in her eyes were crumbling, and she looked pitiful like a little white rabbit who had been bullied miserably.

"Don't cry." The man saw that he was rushing her, his voice was a little helpless, he backed up a little, opened some distance between them, but still held her waist with his hand.

Wen Wanyu sniffed and said stubbornly, "I didn't cry."

"Okay, okay, I didn't cry, I didn't cry." The man wiped the wet corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his tone was gentle and conniving, not quite like the bloodthirsty and cruel Hades in the rumors.

Only then did Wen Wanyu's uneasy heart stabilize, and she mustered up the courage to glance at the person in front of her.

He didn't wear a military uniform, but casually wore a long jacket, looking gentle and elegant.The eyebrows that slanted into the temples, the shining star eyes, the handsome nose bridge, and the light-colored lips are indeed very beautiful.

"Does it look good?" The man curled his lips, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Wen Wanyu realized that she saw a man's god, she couldn't help feeling a little shy, and struggled in his arms, trying to find a place to hide.

But the man clasped his waist tightly and pulled them down on the bed together.

Wen Wanyu was terrified and subconsciously refused, but was hugged tightly by the man, and his steady and powerful breathing sounded beside her ears, calming her restless heartbeat.

Only at this moment did she notice that a sharp arrow shot in from the bedpost.

The sharp arrows had an icy color under the candlelight.

The sound of piercing the air sounded one after another, and countless sharp arrows shot in from the window. Wen Wanyu was hugged and avoided by the young commander. She felt the arrows brushing her scalp several times.

Was it unlucky for her to be assassinated?

Wen Wanyu thought bitterly.

There were sharp arrows everywhere in the room, and the young marshal hid behind the bedpost with Wen Wanyu in his arms, staring vigilantly in the direction of the window.

Iron eagle claws hooked the window sill, and a vigorous woman leaned on the window sill with one hand and turned into the room.

Avoiding the densely packed sharp arrows embedded in the floor, the woman carefully observed her surroundings, her face was completely covered by the black coarse cloth, only revealing a pair of dark and quiet eyes.

"Stay here, don't come out." The man whispered to Wen Wanyu, then drew out the dagger beside the bed, and attacked the assassin who came through the window.

The woman reacted quickly, avoiding the man's fatal blow, and hit the man's chest with an elbow.

The man staggered back a step.

"Why is it you?" The woman's eyes showed surprise, and then she realized something, her eyes froze, and she didn't care if the man would fight again, she rushed to the window that was close at hand without looking back.

But it's too late.

"Oh!"

The bullet pierced through the solidified night, brushing the woman's temples and sinking into the window lattice.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The air froze a bit.

Huge coercion came from the overwhelming oppression at the door, and Wen Wanyu, who was hiding behind the bed, couldn't help trembling slightly under the pressure of this aura.

"Move again, the target of the next shot will not be the window." The casual and elegant voice fell lightly, not like threatening, but like chatting in a teahouse.

(End of this chapter)