Chapter 829: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [57]
He Anyuan thought about it, her heart was agitated, and her voice became extremely excited: "Young Marshal...you will really regret it, you will regret it!"
Yi Jian said nothing, her clear eyes just stared into the void, distant and focused, as if she had seen the beautiful and warm woman in her memory.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was unusually silent.
Did you see that?
He didn't even take her threats seriously!
She is not willing to give in!
She bit her white lower lip tightly: "Young Marshal, don't you believe me? Don't you take what I say seriously? Then you will definitely regret it! Very regret it!"
Yi Jian sneered.
He Anyuan looked at that sneer and felt that there was no need to continue speaking. If she continued to speak, she would be asking for humiliation. She turned around and left, with a hint of deep resentment on her back...
The people had left, and the house was quiet. The maid stood outside the door, and no one dared to come in. The house was silent.
Yi Jian stood there like a sculpture, but his fingers gradually relaxed, and the gun fell to the ground. He staggered to steady himself, went to the back, found cold water, and poured it on himself
Pour it down.
My whole body was wet.
The coldness seeped into his skin, and he gradually woke up.
He took a slight breath, stood up, picked up the gun, and thought he could hold on for a while, then stood up and walked out the door.
Opened the door.
The maids outside lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at the young commander.
Because they all felt the smell of death coming from hell.
Yi Jian walked alone, with long strides, toward the ancestral hall not far away.
……………………
The eldest lady was kneeling there, counting beads quietly, Zhong stood aside with a somewhat tired expression.
It's been a long time, and the eldest lady still refuses to talk back. She doesn't know how to speak.
Time passed little by little, and when she felt that her legs were going numb from standing, suddenly the door of the ancestral hall was kicked open fiercely.
Zhong Qing turned around and saw Yi Jian standing there all wet.
Ziyuan opened her mouth in surprise and shouted: "Young Marshal..."
The eldest lady turned her head and frowned, didn't she succeed?
But she didn't say anything. Yi Jian had already walked up to Zhong Qing, pulled the woman and put her into his arms.
