Hemo walked out of the bedroom and stood in the living room with a cold look on his face and an indifferent expression. The look he looked at Leng Yiyao did not change at all, as if what he just said was just a casual remark.
Except for Leng Yiyao, everyone else in the room simply didn't know what expression to put on.
I just thought that one of the mysteries of the century is that the marshal never has anyone to sleep with, forget about the opposite sex, and even the personal guards can never get close. Could it be that the sun is rising in the west today? Let a girl stay in his room overnight
Does the marshal mean to ask her to warm the bed
But, wouldn’t it be a little too much
Although, this girl is indeed pretty. His eyes are surprisingly bright, he has a good figure, and his skin is so tender that it looks like you can pinch water, but after all, he is only a sixteen-year-old child.
According to international law, she is still a minor. Isn't the Marshal a bit too picky
This, how can you say this
"Bang—"
While the people in the room were in an eerie silence, there was a sudden heavy blow on the door.
It was like the sound of heavy objects hitting the door!
The group of people at the door haven't left yet. The eldest prince, Lu Chen, is indeed a man whose head has been pinched. He dares to let people knock on the door!
Who gave him the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard! Dare to collide with the marshal!
Frey's face turned cold, and he looked towards the door with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people through the wall.
"Marshal, let me go out and take a look." He lowered his head and reached for the gun in his arms. When he raised his face again, his face was indifferent.
Leng Yiyao touched her chin, and suddenly felt that this man had a baby face, and he obviously looked a little childish, but when his face was full of murderous look, it was indeed a bit shocking.
The soldiers here are used to seeing blood, and those who can save their lives on the battlefield take human life very lightly. She guessed that the lives of the marshal's personal guards were probably too numerous to count.
"Let him go." Helmer waved his hand casually, turned around with a calm expression, and pointed at her: "Come in with me."
Leng Yiyao followed his gaze, paused slowly, then smiled meaningfully, and walked away under the stunned gaze of the two officers beside her.
It has to be said that the suites in top hotels are indeed extraordinary. Behind her, banging sounds on the door came one after another, but the door showed no signs of loosening. Instead, a louder alarm echoed in the hotel corridor. It is estimated that tonight, if the hotel executives want to have a good night's sleep, it will be difficult. More difficult than ever.
But right now, none of this matters to her.
As the first general of the military region, Hemo didn't take the eldest prince seriously. For the royal family, it was a slap in the face!
But what does this matter
He is used to being arrogant. Since people from the military region really surrounded him, no one dared to say a word!
What she didn't understand was what did Hemo's attitude of resignation and even indifference mean
The lighting in the room has obviously been carefully adjusted by the designer. It is sufficient but has no impact. When it is reflected on people's faces, it actually has a gentle arc.
Helmer sat on the bed, quietly sizing up the girl standing in front of him, and suddenly had a strange premonition.
This man actually stood less than ten steps away from him, his face full of thought, as if it was troublesome to even look at him. He was obviously thinking about what was happening outside the door.
When did his charm become so bad that a woman stayed in his bedroom but thought about other men