Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 296 Young Marshal He Is Not Easy To Mess With (10)

The zipper of the cheongsam was on the back, and Xi Ning couldn't pull it up after halfway on his side, so he could only poke his head out and ask Aster for help.

Aster has been waiting for Xi Ning to call her, and seeing Xi Ning frowning with distressed expression, she immediately walked into the screen quickly, without Xi Ning saying much, walked behind Xi Ning with ease, and zipped her up properly and meticulously , to smooth out the wrinkles on the skirt.

The self-cultivating cheongsam outlines the woman's slender figure, and the unruly gangster's air is subdued a bit because of the scattered black hair. When she is not talking, she is like the jewel in the palm of a certain warlord. She has a ladylike figure, but also has the sharpness and tenacity of a soldier.

Aster was slightly dazed, showing a rare admiring look that didn't fit the old-fashioned way, and a faint smile floated on her cheeks.

"This dress, only a young lady can wear such a heroic demeanor." She praised from the bottom of her heart.

Xi Ning pushed the hair that covered his cheeks behind his ears, revealing clear facial lines. The heroic spirit and unruliness that belonged to the gangsters became more obvious. He smiled calmly and aggressively. It's easy to mess with.

Aster admired by dew for a second regained the numbness and formulation not so long ago.

Xi Ning ignored Aster's face-changing, went straight to the newly added dressing table in the Young Marshal's room and sat down, admired the beauty of her plane in front of the mirror, then turned his head and ticked his fingers at Aster .

"Naturally, good-looking clothes need to be paired with good-looking makeup and hairstyle. You can make me whatever hairstyle is popular among ladies in Nancheng."

Aster lowered her eyebrows in response, walked respectfully behind Xi Ning who closed her eyes, picked up the comb on the dressing table, and gently combed her hair.

The little maid, Aster, combs people's hair skillfully, with just the right amount of strength, without making people feel the slightest discomfort.

Xi Ning closed his eyes and fell asleep, leaning on the back of the chair relaxedly, breathing long and evenly, as if falling asleep.

In the dream, the sky is covered with white, empty and lonely, indifferent and desolate.

Xi Ning stood alone in the pure white space, looking around in a daze, his black and white eyes were full of confusion, as if he didn't know where he was.

At the end of the white space, a person whose face was not clear appeared.

"He" was wearing the costumes of the System Bureau, wearing an ankle-length robe, with black and gold-edged patterns flowing on the corners of the robe, and a huge hood on his head, covering his eyes, only showing his small body. Lips, mysterious and weird.

She looked like a ghost, and within a moment, she appeared in front of Xi Ning.

A powerful coercion came to his face.

Xi Ning was frightened and wanted to escape, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

"Don't be afraid."

The ethereal and melodious female voice resounded in the quiet and vast white space, like a shot in the arm, calming people's hearts, and like a shackle, imprisoning people even more.

Xi Ning forced himself to stare at the man's lips to avoid the urge to shake his legs.

She raised her hand and took off her hood, revealing a monstrously beautiful but extremely cold face.

Seeing this person's appearance clearly, Xi Ning also understood the identity of this person.

The mother of the little lord.

The little lord god inherited the rosy purple pupils of the lord god, and most of his appearance inherited from his mother, enchanting, beautiful, delicate, so perfect that no one would feel any blasphemy.

It's just that the temperament is quite different from these two people. The main god is stern in appearance, and the person in front of him is indifferent from the inside out, while the little main god is peaceful, tolerant and compassionate.

The little lord god's mother is looking for her... is there something wrong?
The heartbeat can't help but speed up.

"You should have already guessed my identity, but I still want to formally introduce myself to you. I am Jun Zhuo's mother, and I am also the person in charge of the System Bureau, Cen Han."

Cen Han stretched out his hand, and the wide robe sleeve slid down to his wrist, revealing a white hand with slender knuckles.

Xi Ning hesitated for two seconds before reaching out to hold her back.

The touch of jade is cold and creamy.

After shaking it politely, Xi Ning took the lead to withdraw his hand.

Cen Han curled up his fingers with some nostalgia, and deep nostalgia flashed across his eyes.

"Once upon a time, my hands had such a hot temperature." Her voice was ethereal, as if it came from another world.

Xi Ning remained silent all the time, looking at her calmly, his face as bright and beautiful as the morning sun, even if he didn't say a word, still exuded the warm breath of spring.

This appearance is quite different from the lazy salted fish in the past who wanted to lie flat.

"You seem to be different." Cen Han stared at her without blinking, with curiosity and inquiry in his tone.

Xi Ning smiled lightly, the bright spring day turned into the bright summer day in an instant.

"In front of your boss, you still have to be positive."

She looked at her with a smile, her tone was relaxed, but her tone was serious and sincere.

A faint smile finally appeared on Cen Han's indifferent face.

"You haven't passed the examination of the system bureau, so you are not counted as my employee." Cen Han replied solemnly.

"Non-staff personnel are also considered employees." Xi Ning blinked, with fluttering eyelashes and innocent eyes, making people unable to bear to refute.

Cen Han didn't worry about this anymore, and generously let Xi Ningmeng pass the test.

"I'm here this time, I don't intend to ask the teacher to inquire about the crime, I just want to see what the little girl who fascinated my son is capable of. Looking at it now, he has a good vision."

Xi Ning was a little embarrassed by what she said, and his cheeks blushed.

Looking at the little girl with a lively expression, Cen Han's eyes darkened, and there was a clear envy in his eyes, followed by a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was not too late.

The man in front of him has not yet followed in her footsteps.

"Ning Ning, can I call you that?" Cen Han asked gently.

"As you wish."

Cen Han looked at Xi Ning softly for a few times, the line of his usually straight lips rose slightly, and his indifferent breath softened a bit.

"I like you very much, and my son also likes you very much. Do you like him?" Cen Han asked straight to the point without beating around the bush.

Faced with such a straightforward question from his boss, Xi Ning was suspiciously silent for a while. After his brain reacted, he concealed a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and affirmed again and again: "Damn, of course I like it."

The tenderness in Cen Han's eyes froze, his heart sank uncontrollably, his whole body seemed to have fallen into icy water, his whole body was icy cold, the chill penetrated into the bone marrow, and spread all over his limbs.

She is the person in charge of the system bureau. She has met countless people of all kinds, so she can naturally distinguish what is true and what is false.

Although the little girl hesitated for a second, as if she was thinking, what she showed was clearly a clear "no love".

The truth is bloody and unbelievable.

For thousands of years, no one has been fascinated by the main god's appearance, temperament, character, ability, talent...

As long as they are recognized by the Lord God, they will fall in love with the Lord God without exception, regardless of the result, but they have all truly loved.

"My son has so many pieces, which one do you like best?" Cen Han suppressed the coldness in his heart, and asked in a chatty manner.

(End of this chapter)