Restricted-level fast wear: the villain BOSS is sick

Chapter 130 The Sick Young Marshal, Be Gentle to Pet (7)

Just as Le Yan was about to pat his little head and praise him for his eloquence, the next second, Murong Shengqian threw him out of the car with his straps.

He grew up so big that I didn't dare to say a word about him. Now that he is an old man, he was taught a lesson by a little bean. He threw him out of the window to save Le Yan's face.

"drive."

He coldly gave orders to Fu Yanjie, Fu Yanjie gave the driver a wink, and the car started immediately.

"Father, father..."

Yan Baobao chased the car and ran, becoming a different scenery on the road. Le Yan couldn't bear it, frowned and glared at Murong Shengqian, and asked: "You were treated like this when you were young? If not, you treat him like this, when you grow old Yes, he may throw it in the trash for you."

"He has his own special car, and running like this is to win sympathy. A man will act like a girl when he sees his mother. How can I trust him in the future?"

"Then don't pay it..." When he grows up, there will probably be no more warlords. For the sake of his son's safety, he should be sent abroad...

"We'll discuss this matter later, you go to bed first, and when you arrive at the Marshal's Mansion, you will be busy."

What?

Could it be another bed scene?

Soon, the car drove back to the commander's mansion, Le Yan was asleep, and was suddenly awakened by a burst of shouts, another group of soldiers saluted her, which made her very embarrassed.

She still hasn't figured out the relationship between the original owner and Murong Shengqian, this story is so broken!

"Young Master Sheng, everything is ready, just wait for the Young Madam."

"Ah."

After Murong Shengqian carried her out of the car, an old man dressed as a housekeeper respectfully followed beside him and reported the situation to him.

Murong Shengqian walked directly towards the house with Le Yan in his arms. Le Yan thought he was going to meet her so-called parents-in-law, and pretended to faint from stage fright.

"Our wedding will be in three days. Don't you want to wear a beautiful wedding dress?"

"Marriage...wedding?"

Before Le Yan could react, Murong Shengqian reported Le Yan's measurements to a foreign wedding dress designer with a tape measure, which made her blush and didn't know what to say.

In the past three days in the hospital, he was always groping around. At first she thought it was because he was hungry and thirsty for too long, but she didn't expect that he was testing the size with his hands. The size was exactly the same as the measurement in the first plane. She Some admire Murong Shengqian, who can't shoot and kill people with his hands, and can feel the size...

"Don't look at my hand with surprised eyes, you can measure it for me later, maybe it's more accurate than mine..."

"..." Isn't he afraid of ruining his reputation as a young commander by driving a dirty car in public?
Forget it, don't argue with him, the top priority, she has to quickly find the male protagonist of this plane, and the female supporting star, protect the male protagonist, finish the task as soon as possible, so that she can exchange for better props.

"Can I go for a walk in the street? I'm about to suffocate lice."

"Okay, I'll take you shopping tomorrow."

"No, you still have to deal with military affairs. I'll just take the baby."

Murong Shengqian's face changed suddenly, and he stared at her displeasedly. After a long time, he said softly from his thin lips: "I'll throw that little thing to the barracks immediately."

"Are you threatening me?"

"What do you think?"

"You are very strange! The mistake you made caused him to be born, and now you treat him like this, I really can't stand it anymore!" Le Yan was so angry that he finally couldn't pretend to be sick, and pinched his waist to argue with him.

"My mistake? It seems that your memory still hasn't recovered. It was a rainy night a few years ago, but you threw me down on your own initiative!"

　I discussed with the editor just now, and I wrote another 5 words, but there was still no improvement, so I was about to finish this book, and I was exhausted from writing. I have no readers for a book, and I am alone all day. I can’t even pretend to be happy. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)