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

This kind of thing happened at the birthday ceremony, and there was blood. Wen Cheng was naturally angry, so he could only send all the guests away in advance and let his family handle the matter.

Yun Qian was originally going to leave with the supervisor and others, but was kept back by Mr. Wen.

Rich families pay attention to etiquette, and if someone is hurt on their own territory, they have to make amends.

Wen Cheng asked Yun Qian if he needed to compensate for anything. At that time, Yun Qian glanced at Wen Jin and almost said: How about you compensate me for your youngest son.

Fortunately, Yun Qian's mouth didn't fly forward and he swallowed the words when they were about to come out.

"I heard that you're welcome, Master. I don't need anything."

Wen Cheng held his mahogany crutch with both hands, "Then let's stay and have a quick meal. It's almost lunch time."

After all, it was someone's special day, so Yun Qian didn't refuse.

There was still a while before dinner, and Yun Qian was taken down to rest.

Wen Cheng looked at Yun Qian's graceful back with a meaningful look in his eyes. He said to the housekeeper beside him, "Go and check her background."

"Yes, sir." The butler nodded in agreement and exited the hall.

Wen Jin glanced indifferently at his father who immediately checked the person after inviting him warmly in front of him, and sneered: "You still let someone stay for dinner when you suspect someone?"

Before Wen Cheng could speak, Wen Yu stood up and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? Father is also worried that the singer and the boy are in the same group. It is always good to have an extra mind."

Hearing the song girl mentioned by Wen Yu, Wen Jin frowned slightly, but soon returned to his indifferent look.

Wen Jin ignored his brother, stood up with his hat in hand, and gave a loose salute to Wen Cheng: "I'm going back to my yard first. I'll be back in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away, only to hear Wen Cheng's annoyed voice behind him: "You brat, today is my birthday, can't you stay a little longer to drink tea with your father?"

The brat had stopped walking and disappeared around the corner.

Yun Qian was bored in the wing room, and after asking the housekeeper's permission, she left the room and walked around.

The housekeeper was busy dealing with things and only said to Yun Qian in a hurry: "Miss Yun can walk around in the yard here, but please don't go to the yard next to the back garden. That's where the young marshal lives. He doesn't like outsiders entering his house." Private property.”

Yun Qian just smiled and nodded, neither saying he wanted to go nor saying not to go.

As soon as the housekeeper left, Yun Qian went to the backyard.

The backyard and the front yard were like two different worlds. The front yard was crowded with servants and there was a lively atmosphere of people coming and going, while the back yard was sparsely populated and silent. Soldiers were guarding the entrance to Wen Jin's yard with indifferent faces.

The crisp sound of high heels hitting the stone pavement will definitely attract their attention, and they will definitely not let themselves in.

Yun Qian looked left and right, finally focusing on the unguarded low wall.

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Wen Jin sat in the pavilion in his yard, listening to his adjutant report on the work of the past few days, playing with the gun in his hand.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling to the ground came from the low wall facing the pavilion.

The adjutant stopped talking when he heard the sound and looked towards the source of the noise. Wen Jin also raised his eyelids slightly.

He saw first a high-heeled shoe being thrown in, then a second, and a few seconds later a man jumped from the low wall.

When Yun Qian landed on the ground, she accidentally fell on her butt, "Hey, it hurts like hell."

She rubbed her butt and stood up, angrily cursing the low wall in front of her.

Turning around, he came face-to-face with several dark gun muzzles, and Wen Jin's dark eyes with a hint of amusement.

"........."

Oh, he was arrested on the spot.

Yun Qian honestly raised her hands with an innocent look on her face: "If I said I was just passing by, would you believe me?"

adjutant:"………"

Who is a good person who passes by and brings someone to climb over the wall?

The adjutant escorted the man to Wen Jin in the pavilion, "Young Marshal, what should I do with this man?"

Yun Qian was shocked: "You just dealt with it without asking?"

Wen Jin propped his head and glanced at the woman in front of him casually.

Yun Qian took off her shoes when she came down from the wall. She has not put them on yet. She is standing on the ground barefoot. The wound on her hand tore due to too much movement. The bright red seeped into the gauze. Her hair also looked a little messy because she climbed over the wall.

"You broke into the young marshal's yard privately. It seems you have bad intentions at first glance. Why do you need to ask?" the adjutant said matter-of-factly.

"Oh no, it's my great kindness."

The kindness of wanting to take your young handsome man home.

Wen Jin stood up, walked to Yun Qian, and looked at her condescendingly: "First you blocked my father's knife, and now you are searching my yard. Where did you come from as a spy?"

As he spoke, Wen Jin lifted Yun Qian's chin with the gun in his hand, making Yun Qian look up at him.

The muzzle of the gun is pointed at the fatal and fragile throat.

Yun Qian secretly made a swallowing motion and felt the cold temperature of the gun muzzle.

Wen Jin felt this tiny movement, and the corner of his mouth curved into a warm arc.

"Don't be afraid, the muzzle of the gun will heat up after you fire it."

Yun Qian was forced to raise her head. She looked directly into Wen Jin's teasing eyes and suddenly revealed a brilliant smile.

With curved eyebrows and bright red lips, she looks like a fairy.

Yun Qian put her hand against the muzzle of the gun that could go off at any time, and instantly approached the indifferent young marshal. She hooked one hand around the young marshal's neck and placed a kiss on the white-lined collar of his black military uniform.

When Wen Jin pushed him away, the adjutant immediately stepped forward and held Yun Qian's hands behind his back.

The white collar already has a red lip mark that is enough to make people imagine.

Yun Qian curled her red lips and smiled triumphantly, not forgetting to say: "Young Marshal, I will give you a gift."

The warmth in Wen Jin's eyes also dissipated, and his voice was cold: "Drag her out."

"Yes."

Yun Qian was dragged away from the pavilion by the two lieutenants, and was about to walk out of the yard.

She thought of something: "Hey, wait, my shoes are still inside!"

Yun Qian was so upset that the adjutant had to ask her to go to the low wall to put on her shoes before dragging the person out.

"Brothers, can't you be gentler?"

"I'm a girl and I'm wearing high heels. You guys walk so fast?"

Yun Qian's voice disappeared little by little, and the courtyard returned to silence.

Wen Jin frowned and called the servant: "Prepare hot water."

"Yes, young commander."

Wen Jin took off his clothes and put them outside, then walked into the cubicle to take a shower.

The servant opened the door and came in. He picked up the clothes Wen Jin had changed and asked, "Young Marshal, are the clothes being washed now?"

He heard the young marshal's deep 'hmm', so he carried his clothes and walked out.

Just when he was about to walk out of the room, Wen Jin spoke again.

"Forget it, let it go first."

The servant hesitated: "Aren't you going to wash it?"

"Ah."

The servant felt that the young marshal's refusal to wash them must be because of the young marshal's idea. He put the clothes back to their original positions and quietly left.

Wen Jin pushed back her hair, and the water droplets slid down the convex curve of her Adam's apple.

After a long time, a soft sigh sounded in the cubicle.