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Chapter 1286 Marshal, madam wants to divorce you 53.10
Seemingly aware of his gaze, she turned her head, the faint smile on her lips could be regarded as Bai Meisheng, Liugong Fendai was colorless.

In the dark water eyes, the warmth is like the azure blue sea, just one glance, one can't help but want to sink into it.

He seems to have found his own muse, Basil thought.

The peach petals outside the window were still floating, and two of them were blown up and down on her hair by the wind, as if they were kissing her lightly in nostalgia.

Isn't such a person really a goblin who came out of peach blossoms?

"Hey, what are you looking at, big fool, our lady is already married."

Xin Xin saw the tall, five-year-old foreign devil looking lewdly at his young lady, and immediately stepped forward to block it, staring back in displeasure.

Although she felt that the marshal was not worthy of her young lady, she still preferred the marshal compared to the person in front of her.

At least in appearance, it was crushed.

If Xun Mi knew, she would definitely sigh, this really is an era that depends on faces.

In fact, Basil was not as Xin Xin said, his facial features were typical of Westerners, very deep and well-defined.

Coupled with that pair of blue eyes, he is handsome and charming, but his figure is a bit muscular, unlike the small frame of oriental people.

That's why he looks taller, but in fact, Xun Mi saw a lot of Westerners, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Xin Xin, don't be so rude. Good afternoon, Mr. Basil. Please sit down."

Xun Mi stood up and nodded slightly to the man with brown hair and blue eyes who was still standing at the door, and called Xin Xin over by the way.

"Ah? Oh." Basil didn't quite come back to his senses, and his reaction was a little silly.

Is his muse actually married? It doesn't matter, divorce is.

"Mr. Basil, I think you should know the meaning of my invitation. I wonder if I can use this to exchange a batch of medicinal materials and a batch of ammunition."

Xun Mi didn't exchange pleasantries, directly entered the topic, and handed over the prepared things.

Those were all methods of making only the upper part, but this time she gave rose perfume and women's clothes.

No matter which era or situation, women with this condition will dress themselves up beautifully.

Originally, Basil wanted to get more involved with his muse, but he was attracted by what was in front of him.

Although it is only half, it is not difficult to see how crazy the finished product will make women.

Especially this perfume, which used to be made of spices and essences, has a strong smell and is considered a defective product, but the profit is still huge.

But now, there are even better things in front of him. If this is produced, it will be so popular that it is almost conceivable.

"If Mr. Basil thinks it's okay, let's discuss how much we can exchange."

"Once these two things are finished, I think you should be aware of the benefits they will bring to you."

Xun Mi crossed his legs, put one hand on his knee, and held a teacup in the other.

The pink and white fingers are long, strong, and perfectly shaped, making even the best white porcelain become its foil.

Basil didn't know whether it was because he was bewitched or because he benefited a lot, so he gave a considerable amount, and Xun Mi was very satisfied.

"Then, look forward to our next cooperation, goodbye."

After the talk, Xun Mi didn't stay long because she still had something to do.

Basil reluctantly looked at the slender but arrogant back, which disappeared from his sight, and clenched his fists. It was not easy to meet him, and he would not know unless he tried.

That night, Basil began his quest.

Uncle Qiu looked at the red rose that was delivered, as if the sky was falling, and he almost fainted.

The first reaction was to throw the flowers away, and then rush to send a telegram to the marshal.

After being told that red roses represent liking, confession, and deep love, how could Uncle Qiu not panic.

What if my wife is chased away, the marshal will definitely cry.

Although Madam likes Marshal, Marshal, what a crime.

When the evil Feng Yilin received the telegram, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray.

Liang Hui and Min Qiyang were very guilty at the moment, if they hadn't made up their minds, they wouldn't be like this.

Looking at the man squatting in the corner with his head buried in his arms was very uncomfortable.

Love is such a torture.

"Yi Lin, why don't you go back, this way"

"I can't go back." Min Qiyang was interrupted by Feng Yilin before he finished speaking, and those devils suddenly attacked last night.

If they hadn't been on high-intensity vigilance, plus the volume of materials brought back by Liang Hui, the center would have suffered heavy losses, and it might have been destroyed.

But even with all their preparations, many people were injured.

The raid had just ended, and before he had time to recuperate, a telegram from Uncle Qiu came, which was tantamount to tightening Feng Yilin's already tense nerves.

None of them doubted that if there was any more stimulation, he would probably collapse.

"I'll go, it's useless for me to stay anyway."

Liang Hui thought that this was all caused by him, the country and the family, the country and the family, hey.

Feng Yilin didn't speak, just when both of them thought he was going to indulge his decadence, the tired man who was squatting in the corner stood up.

"No need, we will start fighting back tomorrow." The sooner he can drive those things out of the country, the sooner he can go back to see her.

Leaving in big strides, the straight back bears the pressure and responsibility that they can't understand.

The white cloth dyed red on his arm shows his glory and bravery even more.

Maybe there are many marshals in this country, but there is only one Feng family army, and there is only one commander of the Feng family army.

He cannot be willful, nor is he qualified to be willful. He can dedicate his life to this country.

And for her, he is willing to burn his whole soul for her.

"I'm so worried about Yilin, in case we are helping him."

Even Liang Hui and the others could feel the sadness in Feng Yilin, not to mention the helplessness and panic in his heart.

Although Min Qiyang was afraid and self-defeating, but at this time, he also felt that he had to do something.

As soon as the two of them came together, Liang Hui, a dog-headed military strategist, came up with another bad idea.

It happened to be the morning when Uncle Qiu received the telegram, and his face was pale from fright.

The first reaction was to rush to the living room, "Madam, Madam, the marshal was injured and is still unconscious."

Xun Mi, who was drinking tea from a cup, softened his hand, and the cup fell to the ground, splashing a lot of debris, and the tea flowed on the white floor, which looked very ugly, but no one cared about it.

Feng Yilin was injured, how could it be possible, her husband is so strong, how could he be unconscious?

No, no, it won't.

He got up quickly, grabbed the bag next to him, and ran out. In a panic, he didn't even think of asking the baby.

Looking for the only Ni Lin is her husband, but there is another thing that cannot be touched, that is, her husband is injured, especially still unconscious.

Because it was a picture she would never forget.

If Feng Yilin had a system, he would definitely hear at this moment: Ding, your pig teammate is online again!

(End of this chapter)