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Chapter 300 Young Marshal He Is Not Easy To Mess With (14)

Shen Rongzhan looked coldly at Xi Ning, whose face was pale, his eyes were covered with ice and had no warmth.

Xi Ning's panting sound changed from rapid to low, and the hair hanging on the side of his face was soaked with sweat, and the strands were glued together.

The atmosphere in the study was deadly solemn.

The warm sun outside the window cannot penetrate into the room, and the cold temperature makes this place like a morgue, cold and unpopular.

The memory of the previous life was clearly pushed away, and the physiological reaction was prior to the brain's reaction. It is obviously not a smart way to pretend to be stupid at this time.

At this moment, Xi Ning, who thought he could do whatever he wanted, was a little flustered at this moment.

She pinched the palm of her hand, the pain woke up her chaotic brain a little bit.

The lower lip was pursed until it turned pale and bloodless, adding a bit of haggardness to the already pale face.

She sighed helplessly, and asked dejectedly, "You remember it too, so what do you want?"

His knuckle fingers hooked her chin, lifted her face, and met the man's affectionate peach blossom eyes.

Gently rubbing his chin with his fingertips, Shen Rongzhan squinted his eyes thoughtfully, his deep and gorgeous voice was leisurely and elegant.

"What do I want? Don't you always know clearly? It's you, knowing that I set a trap, but still jumping down. What are you planning?"

Xi Ning stared straight at him, his eyes gradually burning hot.

She opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Shen Rongzhan gave her a cool look.

"Don't tell me you love me and other nonsense. If you love me, how can you be willing to abandon me and leave me? Don't say excuses like you have to. I don't believe it."

The word "love" rolled from the root of the tongue to the tip of the tongue, and then swallowed it back into the stomach.

Xi Ning racked his brains and thought for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse.

Shen Rongzhan looked at her more and more coldly.

After staring at each other awkwardly for 1 minute, Xi Ning cleared his throat, and with the righteousness of "I am not as good as hell who goes to hell", he said bravely: "Whether it is in the previous life or in this life, your face and figure are deeply in my heart. In my previous life, I committed suicide because you hadn’t come back for a long time, and there were frequent rumors about your life and death. I thought that you might not survive, and Heifeng Mountain was gone. .”

The man pulled out a sinister smile, "So you came back because you haven't slept enough with me?"

Xi Ning lowered his head guiltily, and let out an inaudible "hmm".

Shen Rongzhan laughed back in anger, his peach blossom eyes were extremely cold, and the smile on the corner of his lips was cold and sharp, making one's scalp numb.

No wonder!
No wonder this person is so cooperative this time...

It turned out to be exactly the same as in the previous life, without the slightest change, but the mentality was more relaxed than before.

His slender fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to strangle the man across from him. He suppressed his anger, his voice was cold, and his tone was low.

"I'll give you ten seconds, disappear."

Before he could start the countdown, Xi Ning turned over wisely, picked up the cloak thrown on the ground, tied it on in a panic, covering his slim and exquisite figure, and rolled out of his study in a hurry, his back was full of words embarrassed.

As soon as the people left, Shen Rongzhan got out of bed, put on his military uniform, and went to the shooting range with a cold face.

When the evening was approaching, Xue Wenchao boldly reminded Shen Rongzhan about listening to the opera.

What I got was the answer from the young marshal who was as cold as ice.

"Cancel."

The young marshal's face was so ugly that ink dripped out. Xue Wenchao didn't dare to ask more questions. He went to cancel the arrangement of listening to the play without stopping. He spent a day with the young marshal at the shooting range, and then rested in a nearby restaurant.

If the young marshal's mansion does not go back, he insists on staying in a hotel that is not pleasing to the eye or that is not satisfactory.

It's getting harder and harder to guess what the young commander is thinking.

Xue Wenchao wrinkled his face bitterly.

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Xi Ning stood at the window and waited until midnight, but he didn't hear Shen Rongzhan's return.

It seems that this time he was really angry.

Withdrawing his gaze from the window, Xi Ning extinguished the candle, and lay flat on the bed with a heavy heart.

The sigh was long and distant, accompanied by the helplessness and helplessness of the master.

"Fugui, what should I do?"

The little light blinked twice, comforting her without blinking.

[The penultimate plane is here, host, you try your best, I don't believe you can't complete the task. 】

This wave of chicken blood was just right.

As expected, Xi Ning was resurrected with full blood, and his gloomy eyes instantly burst into brilliance.

Yup!

She is about to complete the task, and she can return to God's Realm and live a life of salted fish lying in a big villa and waiting to die!

A better life is beckoning ahead, why should she not work hard!

After thinking clearly about the stakes, Xi Ning stopped struggling and hummed a little tune in a good mood, and fell asleep happily.

In the early morning of the next day, Aster was just about to open the door and enter the bedroom to wait for Xi Ning to wash, when she saw the door opened first, and Xi Ning, who was neatly dressed, was standing at the door, smiling brightly and warmly, like a spring jasmine blooming in the sun.

Aster looked at Xi Ning's smiling face, took a step back silently, lowered her head and asked respectfully: "Miss, do you have any orders?"

Being so diligent and earnest, and waiting at the same point, must be asking for something.

Aster has done what she is supposed to do, making it clear that she will not do anything out of line.

Xi Ning didn't make things difficult for her, and asked directly: "Where is the young commander now?"

Aster replied: "In the Nancheng Chamber of Commerce."

Nancheng Chamber of Commerce, the largest chamber of commerce in Nancheng, is chaired by Wen Wanyu's father, Wen Zhong. He is humble, courteous, and well-rounded, and has a high status in the entire Chinese business community.

Xi Ning silently calculated the date in his heart, rubbed the callus on the palm of his left hand with his right finger, and lowered his eyelids thoughtfully.

Shen Rongzhan went to find Wen Zhong, probably because of the goods that the chamber of commerce had acquired.

The Wen family and the Shen family are family friends for hundreds of years, and Wen Zhong and Marshal Shen are even more in cahoots. If there is no accident in that batch of goods, it should be the more sophisticated weapons and weapons that Marshal Shen entrusted Wen Zhong to bring back from abroad.

If Marshal Shen gets these weapons, it will be even more powerful for taking down the six Jiangbei provinces.

Based on the personal relationship between Wen Zhong and Marshal Shen, Wen Zhong must be on Marshal Shen's side, and Shen Rongzhan's trip might end in vain.

But there is no telling.

Xi Ning's eyes flickered slightly, and a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Wen Chong is now on Shen Rongzhan's territory, Shen Dashuai is far from being able to quench his thirst, if Shen Rongzhan is determined to grab it, there must be nothing Wen Zhong can do.

Xi Ning unconsciously thought of Miss Wen San whom he had met not long ago.

Gradually, he realized Shen Rongzhan's intentions.

What a good strategy to kill two birds with one stone!

Not only achieved the purpose of luring her into the bait, but also warned Wen Zhong invisibly.

I just don't know, how would Shen Rongzhan, who already had memories of his previous life, deal with his father?Is it repeating the old trick?Or find another way?
Xi Ning sighed leisurely, looking at the bright spring scenery outside the window, feeling a little glaring, raised his hand to cover his eyelids.

Warlords from all walks of life dominate one side, and the surface is calm, but in fact, there are undercurrents. The turbulent situation is doomed to be an era in which one can live well to the end of his life.

So, what did Shen Rongzhan mean when he told her yesterday?

There is always a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)