Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 259 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (10)

Aunt Lian heard the movement upstairs and hurried over to take a look.

Standing at the door of the study, she twisted her apron restlessly with both hands, hesitating whether to go in or not.

The warlord hated people coming to his study the most.

"Supervisor." Aunt Lian called out cautiously, "Why is that young lady next door here?"

Also, why did that little lady leave crying, and what happened to the sunflowers here?
She had a lot to ask, but in the end she was restrained by that uneasy emotion.

Zhang Yanqing frowned, and slowly bent down.

He reached out, picked up the sunflowers on the ground, and tidied them up.

Aunt Lian asked tentatively, "Overseer, are you guys having a fight?"

The man paused with his fingers, and his cold eyes fell on Aunt Lian's face.

Aunt Lian knew she had said the wrong thing, she chuckled embarrassingly, and quickly explained, "The warlord is so generous, how could he care about a little girl. I saw that little lady running downstairs wiping her tears just now, and her eyes were crying. It's red, and it's about to become a cute little teardrop."

Zhang Yanqing, "Do you have a vase?"

"Ah?" Aunt Lian didn't hear clearly, "Do you want a vase, Governor?"

He nodded.

"Yes, but do you want to put this sunflower in a vase?" Aunt Lian stared at the sunflower with few petals left, "The color of this flower is not good, and even if you put it in a vase, it won't last for a few days."

Zhang Yanqing moved her lips, her voice was soft but full of deterrence, "Go and get it."

That persistent and indifferent temperament also made Aunt Lian dare not speak up, she nodded and hurriedly went to find a vase.
Zong Yu came to the Yanlu mansion around noon, and he brought several military documents to Zhang Yanqing.

After reading the document and annotating it with a pen, Zong Yu tidied up his things and prepared to leave.

Zhang Yanqing bit a cigarette and called out, "Have someone dismantle all the grenades buried in the backyard."

"Demolished?" Zong Yu was shocked, "What if someone climbs over the wall and enters?"

"dismantle."

".Yes"

Zong Yu felt strange in his heart, but the warlord had given such orders, how could he dare not obey?
"By the way, send more security guards near the mansion."

After going back and forth, Zong Yu was even more confused.

Do you think the Overseer cares about his own safety, or he doesn't care.

If you care, why bother to remove all the grenades buried in the backyard.If you don't care, why arrange guards near the mansion?
After thinking about it, Zong Yu quickly responded, "Got it."

Zhang Yanqing nodded and waved for people to go out first.

Zong Yu held the file bag in his arms, and after a standard military salute, he turned around and approached the door.

Zhang Yanqing, "Come back."

His bony fingers pinched the center of his brows, and his face, which had always been calm and calm, was tinged with depression.

Zong Yu turned around in doubt.

The man put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.

When he raised his head, his joints rubbed between his eyebrows several times, "What do girls usually like?"

"Huh?" Zong Yu had a strange expression on his face, wondering if he had heard something wrong just now.

Zhang Yanqing pursed her lower lip, and said again, "A gift."

"Does the Overseer want to give your little fiancée a gift?"

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Seeing that his warlord was silent, Zong Yu knew immediately that he had guessed right.

He was serious on the surface, but the joke in his eyes spread, "Ahem. There is a new coffee shop on Min'an Road. I heard that the cream cakes sold there are good. Many ladies like to visit there."

cake?
Zhang Yanqing closed his jaw, nodded and said softly, "Go buy it, and bring it back after dinner."

Zong Yu wanted to laugh a little.

But he regretted his life and still held back with difficulty.

Could it be that he was tempted by that young fiancée?

The warlord, who has always hated sweet things the most, would actually buy a cream cake for the little girl as a gift?

Seeing that the person by the door was motionless, Zhang Yanqing frowned, and her voice became a little colder, "Aren't you going?"

"Go! Go! Go."

Go buy cakes for you, and chase after your daughter-in-law.
(End of this chapter)