"What are you doing here? You didn't hear what I said, so you pulled out this woman's teeth one by one!"
The young marshal leaned on the soft chair and yawned lazily. His fingers gently returned to their natural state, and his eyes were as cold as snow as he shot towards the young master, "Noisy."
This was the first word the young marshal said when he attended this family dinner.
But it made everyone in the room turn their attention from the young master and Zhong Qing to him.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at his head. His eyelids were drooped, looking sleepy and lazy. His thin red lips had not been described in any way, but they were so perfect. He typed them lazily.
He yawned and became silent again.
When the young master heard the young marshal's words, he was stunned, and then quickly explained: "Little uncle, this bitch bit me, little uncle, do you think I should be punished?"
Poor maid.
The young marshal suddenly raised his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness within them, and all that existed was a cold light.
As soon as the young master looked at it, he knew that the young commander was angry, and his momentum weakened a lot. "Little uncle, she bit me once some time ago. This is the second time. She was not punished that time. How can she bite me this time?"
Can’t we be punished?”
The young marshal blinked his eyes, but his expression did not change much. An imperceptible light flashed in his cold pupils, and then he spoke slowly: "You, do it!"
However, there is a threatening tone in it, which is very subtle.
The eldest lady naturally understood what the young marshal meant and immediately interrupted, "Yi Xin, she deserves to be punished, but she won't have her teeth pulled out. Mother makes the decision for you, so she will be punished to kneel in her mother's yard all night. Ziyuan, Xiao
The young master's lips are bleeding, so take him down quickly for treatment."
After hearing what the eldest lady said, Ziyuan immediately walked up to the young master Yi Xin, took his hand, and walked out the door.
The young marshal lowered his eyes indifferently, as if everything just now had never happened. His cold fingertips slowly put the tea cup down, and with delicate finger bones, he slowly stroked the edge of the cup. After a moment, he stood up and said lightly
The cold breath filled the whole room in an instant. He glanced at Xu Ang and walked slowly towards the door.
"Young Marshal."
When He Anyuan saw the young marshal leaving, she couldn't help but stood up and shouted.