Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

The young marshal's clothes are very different from those of the adjutant soldiers. They are pure black military uniforms. The silver buttons reflect the dark light under the stage lights. There are light golden tassels hanging from the shoulders. The buttons on the lining are fastened to the top. It is elegant. And abstinence.

The black belt around his waist outlined his narrow waist, making him slim and strong. His figure was as long as a tall bamboo, and his military cap was held casually in his hand.

When Wen Jin saw that the person was standing firm, he retracted his hand, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes as he lowered his eyes to Yun Qian.

Yun Qian whispered thank you. The man who harassed Yun Qian was so drunk that he staggered and tried to catch Yun Qian. Yun Qian hid behind Wen Jin.

The drunk man didn't recognize anyone and didn't know who was in front of him. He just felt uncomfortable seeing Wen Jin blocking him, so he cursed in a rough voice: "No one dares to stand in front of me. Do you believe that I'm going to fight him?" Kill you?"

The man said that he was about to take action. Wen Jin looked at the man like he was trash. He frowned due to the smell of alcohol. He took out the gun from his waist with his long fingers and loaded the gun with a click.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the drunk man. The man slapped his hand over. Wen Jin's face was calm and he lightly pressed the trigger with his index finger.

With a bang, a bloody hole appeared on the drunk man's hand, followed by a sharp scream.

"Ah! My...my hand!" The man sobered up under the severe pain and saw clearly the living King of Hell in front of him.

The shot was fired suddenly, and by the time everyone reacted, a dark red blood stain had spread on the ground.

The men present were all frightened, not to mention the women in the karaoke hall. Some were so frightened that they fell to the ground, their faces pale.

Wen Ge stood up in shock, his eyes slightly dull.

Yun Qian was also frightened, but she didn't show it, and her face was covered by makeup.

Wen Jin put down the gun, ignored the people who were still screaming on the ground, walked up to Wen Ge with long legs, slammed the table with the muzzle of the gun, and made a few soft noises.

"Your father wants to see you for something." His voice was low and deep, with a nice sound quality.

Wen Ge was most afraid of this uncle at home. He had personally seen Wen Jin kill several traitors in a row without changing his expression. After killing them, he could sit in front of the corpses and drink tea.

So no matter where he is, if Wen Ge can't talk to Wen Jin, he won't talk to him, and if he can have as little contact as possible, he will have as little contact with him.

Fortunately, Wen Jin usually has a lot of things to do, so he spends very little time at home and doesn't participate much in family affairs.

"...Okay, I'll go back in a moment." Wen Ge said respectfully.

After Wen Jin finished passing the message, he turned around and left. As he walked, he put the gun back into the holster on his waist, and the tassels on his shoulders swayed as he walked.

Yun Qian watched the swaying tassel gradually disappear from her sight, and then she looked away. She moved her sprained foot. Pain immediately came, stopping Yun Qian's idea of ​​continuing to move her ankle.

"Please sit down for a moment. I think your ankle seems a little swollen." A chair was pushed from the side, and on the chair was a white and tender hand.

Yun Qian looked up following the sound, and not surprisingly saw the face of the heroine Xiao Ying.

She gave Xiao Ying a polite and distant smile, "Thank you."

The pain in her ankle became more and more obvious. Yun Qian sat down on the chair. As soon as she sat down, she took off her high heels and regained her freedom.

The redness and swelling of the sprain looked particularly frightening on the fair skin. Yun Qian glanced at it for a few times and then stopped looking at it.

Xiao Ying knelt down to help Yun Qian check the injury, "My car is outside, why don't you follow me to the hospital to check it out?"

"Thank you, but it's no trouble. I can do it myself." Yun Qian said.

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It is already early autumn in Dongping, and the night wind is slightly cool. Yun Qian can still sing in a cheongsam in the karaoke hall, but has to wear a shawl when going out.

The original owner's home was in a small alley. There were no street lights in the alley, and Yun Qian was trembling when walking on the stone pavement under her feet, not to mention her sprained feet.

Fortunately, a house at the end of the alley still had warm lights on, and the silhouettes of the people in the house were illuminated on the windows.

That was the original owner's home, and the shadow was the original owner's mother.

Yun Qian walked to the door of her house with difficulty and raised her hand to knock on the door.

The door opened quickly, and an old woman with white hair poked her head out of the door, "Qianqian is back? Come in quickly, Mom made your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings today."

Yun Qian limped into the house. Yun Mu saw something was wrong and quickly supported Yun Qian with a worried look on her face: "What's wrong? Did you hurt your foot?"

"It's not a big deal, just a sprain. It'll be fine in a few days." Yun Qian comforted Yun Mu. Seeing Yun Mu's sad face, she quickly diverted Yun Mu's attention: "Mom, the little Yuanzi smells so good, I think Eat now."

"I'm going to scoop you a bowl now." Yunmu turned around hurriedly, and brought over a bottle of medicinal wine for bruises and sprains together with Osmanthus Xiaoyuanzi.

Yunmu put down what she was holding, pulled out a small stool from the side and sat next to Yun Qian, placing Yun Qian's swollen feet on her lap.

"You eat it, and I'll rub it for you. It'll be better this way."

Yun Qian took a bite of the dumplings, feeling warm in her stomach and heart.

Yun Qian's technique was skillful and her pressing force was moderate. Yun Qian soon became exhausted.

"Mom, I told you that I get off work late every day, so you can go to bed early and don't have to wait for me."

"How can I sleep if you don't come back? Besides, I'm not sleepy, and I can make you some food to fill your stomach. You'll definitely be hungry after singing all night."

"Okay, don't fool me. Go to bed when you're sleepy. I don't have a fixed place to go to after get off work."

Yun Mu speaks with a Jiangnan accent, and Yun Qian is unconsciously drawn to her when talking to her, and her words sound a bit like Wu Nong's soft language.

Yun Qian's feet did feel much better the next day after Yun Yu pressed them like this, but Yun Qian still asked for leave from her supervisor.

Firstly, Yunqian's legs couldn't bear standing for a long time now, and secondly, Yunqian also wanted to take a few days off to accompany Yunmu.

Yunmu got up early in the morning and went to the vegetable market to buy fresh ribs, saying that she would eat whatever she wanted.

Yun Qian still had no reason to sit and wait at home, so she went to the vegetable market together despite Yun Mu's dissuasion.

The vendors at the vegetable market are shouting louder than the other, as if whoever is louder can sell more.

Yun Qian rubbed his ears that were damaged by the sound waves, and accompanied Yun Mu to pick up the ribs.

"The ribs here are fresh, maybe they can replenish your feet." Yunmu said with a smile, "Hey, there are fresh brains today, how about buying some and replenishing them?"

Yun Qian was speechless: "..."

Naohua, do you want to mend her brain?

In the end, under Yun Qian's strong refusal, Yun Mu unfortunately put the money back and only bought the ribs.

Coming out of the vegetable market, Yun Qian held Mica's hand and walked along the road.

Something seemed to be happening across the road. A black military vehicle parked on the side of the road with many soldiers outside the vehicle.

The car's windows were open, so Yun Qian subconsciously looked into the car and saw Wen Jin's profile, which was delicate and cold.

Wen Jin turned the gun in his hand carelessly and listened to the soldiers under the car.

Yun Qian looked at it for a long time, so long that the car window had been raised, isolating that beautiful side face.

Yun Mu asked her curiously: "What are you looking at? You've been looking at it for so long."

"Hmm...maybe your future son-in-law."

Mica: "...ah?"