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Chapter 301 Young Marshal He Is Not Easy To Mess With (15)

A luxurious and luxurious western wall clock was placed in the center of the office of the president of the Nancheng Chamber of Commerce, and the sound of the ticking pendulum was especially clear in the quiet air.

The rising water mist envelops the youth's delicate and hostile eyebrows, the aroma of green tea is overflowing, the entrance is slightly astringent, and the aftertaste is delicate and long.

The president of the chamber of commerce, who is nearly half a century old, looks like a Maitreya Buddha. When he smiles, his eyes are narrowed into a slit, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes fan out. His whole face is full of kindness and purity.

The milky white bone china tea cup is crystal clear, the cup wall is smooth and cold, without extra carving patterns, showing the natural and pure beauty.

Cold white fingers caressed the cup wall casually. Against the background of milky white porcelain, the color of the skin of the fingers was not inferior, on the contrary, it was even better.

Wen Zhong's face was almost stiff with laughter, and he didn't even wait for the young marshal's next words, and his already anxious state of mind was even worse now.

Under the pressure of the dignified atmosphere and the young commander's calm and prestige, Wen Zhong, who couldn't stand it, was the first to speak.

"This is a new tea from the tea garden. What do you think of it, Young Marshal?"

Wen Zhong wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and stared anxiously at the untouched tea in the bone china cup in front of him.

This topic was eschewed from the important and the light was taken lightly, completely ignoring what the two of them knew well, which clearly showed Wen Zhong's determination not to admit it.

He gritted his teeth, feeling that the aura of the young man on the opposite side became more pervasive, making one feel a chilling sense of fear.

He can't recognize it!

The only thought deep in his heart supported his crumbling psychological endurance.

He has been in the business world of Nancheng for more than 20 years, and today he is being suppressed to death by a young man. Wen Zhong is not convinced, but he also knows the methods of young people better.

As a native of Nancheng, he almost witnessed with his own eyes how young people used thunder to occupy Nancheng. He was not a young wolf cub, but a bloodthirsty and cruel king of Hades. Wherever he passed, blood was dripping.

Because it was so clear, so I was afraid and didn't dare to face it head-on.

He was still impulsive about that batch of goods.

I thought that the quarrel between the two father and son would not be so rigid, but now it seems that it was his poor consideration that created the current situation.

He thought about this matter thoroughly in his heart, and regretted it so much that his intestines were green, but on the surface, Wen Zhong was still pretending to be stupid, waiting for Shen Rongzhan to answer his words.

As the person on the other side remained silent for longer and longer, fine beads of sweat appeared on Wen Zhong's forehead, and he suffered as if a knife was hanging above his head, and he didn't know when it would fall.

"I heard that Miss Wen San went to Nancheng Girls' Middle School to teach..." The deep and gorgeous voice sounded unhurriedly, and the loose tone seemed to be mentioned inadvertently.

The flattering topic was blatantly ignored, and Wen Zhong didn't dare to comment, but when he heard "Miss Wen San", his heart couldn't help but thump.

He drooped the corners of his mouth as if mourning, his heart filled with sadness.

He knew that what he said last time to borrow her daughter for something was a lie, and the other party really wanted to attack his daughter.

It's really pitiful for Wanyu, but in the end she still couldn't escape the persecution of the young marshal...

Under Shen Rongzhan's strong and terrifying coercion, Wen Zhong said tremblingly: "It's true."

"The law and order in Nancheng is not very good recently. Ms. Wen San is going out alone. I'm afraid it's not safe." The man rested his fingertips on the mouth of the cup, paused for two seconds thoughtfully, and then looked at him with a thoughtful smile. , suggested in a light tone: "In order to ensure the safety of Miss Wen San, how about asking Adjutant Xue to be Miss San's bodyguard?"

The expression on Wen Zhong's face became even more rigid.

He really wanted to refute this man's open-eyed nonsense, the law and order in Nancheng has always been very good, especially after Shen Rongzhan's subordinates with strict military discipline occupy this place, it is a safe and happy place where the doors are never closed at night and the roads do not pick up lost things.

The local snake entrenched in Nancheng said that this place is not safe. Even if this place is really safe, it is not safe for his daughter.

Wen Zhong wiped his sweat more frequently, his lips moved, and he said in an inaudible voice: "Then I will trouble Adjutant Xue."

Xue Wenchao's body was straight, and Wen Yan only gave a military salute to Wen Zhong, and didn't do anything else, just like a programmed robot, showing no emotion at all.

Looking at Xue Wenchao's unkind and cold face, Wen Zhong's heart went cold.

The young and handsome young marshal looked up at the dial of the wall clock, which stopped at four eleven.

He straightened his cuffs, got up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, and Mr. Shen won't bother President Wen."

Wen Zhong asked politely to stay: "Young Marshal is able to come to the chamber of commerce, it is Wen's blessing. It is really getting late, why not Young Marshal stay here and try Clumsy Jing's craft?"

The man had a loose smile on his brows and eyes, and when he looked down, there seemed to be stars twinkling in his peach blossom eyes, and the noble wind flowed into his bones, and he was as handsome as a god descending from the earth.

"Next time, the family is still waiting."

After all, the young man left him with a tall and straight back.

Wen Zhong looked at the direction in which Shen Rongzhan left, and pinched his palms hard to restrain the emotional turmoil in his heart.

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The pitch-black car stopped in front of the Young Marshal's Mansion, and before Xue Wenchao got out of the car to open the door for the Young Marshal, a slender figure rushed out of the mansion in small steps, and opened the rear door first.

The young marshal who closed his eyes and rested his mind opened his eyes, and what he saw was a woman's flattering and bright smile.

He twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.

"Are you looking for death?"

The eyes are cold, without the slightest warmth, and they are completely different from the person who was gentle and cheerful when he mentioned the word "family" not long ago.

Xue Wenchao, who was standing aside and waiting, had bulging veins on his forehead. The young marshal really lived up to the moody evaluation of him by outsiders.

The smile on the corners of Xi Ning's lips remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen Shen Rongzhan's murderous expression, he answered the words with a natural attitude: "I'm in a hurry to pick you up for dinner."

Shen Rongzhan bent down to get out of the car, ignored Xi Ning's sweet talk, and went straight into the Young Marshal's Mansion.

Xi Ning patted his cheeks, trying to adjust the smile on his face to be more natural, and only after the expression was not so stiff, he trotted to catch up with Shen Rongzhan's footsteps.

She followed Shen Rongzhan step by step, muttering endlessly at a distance of one step.

"Today, I specially asked the kitchen to cook some dishes that you like. Let's have dinner together later, okay?"

"In the beginning, I wanted to cook it myself, but the master's craftsmanship is really good. I was afraid that you might not be used to my simple food, so I didn't cook it myself."

"But don't be disappointed, I learned a day in the kitchen today, and I also made one, and I mixed it with dinner. This is the most successful one I made. The masters all praise it for being delicious. You won't be sure about it later. You can taste it!"

Shen Rongzhan stopped in front of the study door. He lowered his eyelashes and looked down at the enthusiastic Xi ​​Ning.

He was born with a pair of affectionate and affectionate eyes, and when he smiled, he shone brightly. When he was not smiling, he was a bit cold and indifferent, and the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes became more intense. A creepy sense of oppression.

Xi Ning was silent under his gaze, and nervously grabbed the fabric of the cheongsam at his waist, and the smooth silk fabric was pinched into several folds.

(End of this chapter)