The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Shen Yuqing came over before dawn.

The two adjutants got out of the car first and stood at the door to negotiate with the guards.

"Mr. Song is still resting. Please tell the young marshal to wait a moment, and I will have someone report to you immediately," the guard said.

Shen Yuqing poked his head out of the car.

He was smoking, and the smoke flickered on and off on his fingertips, glowing scarlet in the hazy night.

Soon, he opened the door and got out of the car.

The cigarette was thrown on the ground and stamped out with his feet.

He said: "Go and call."

The guard was about to nod, but in the next second, he saw Shen Yuqing jump up and turn over. His hand directly passed through the long railing of the iron gate, and he quickly climbed over to the inside before he could see the movement clearly.

The guards of Song Mansion were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

If it were anyone else who dared to break into Song Mansion like this, they would be shot to death within a second. But the person in front of them was the eldest marshal of the Governor's Mansion, and they did not dare to act rashly.

He just tightened his grip on the rifle in his hand without raising it.

"Why are you standing still?" Shen Yuqing clapped his hands lazily and raised his eyes to look at them, "You informed me, I'll come in and wait."

He looked back at the adjutant standing outside and said, "You guys wait outside and come in with the master's permission."

Two lieutenants said yes.

guard:"……"

Do they still want to thank the young commander for his courtesy?

Seeing Shen Yuqing stepping in, the guard stopped him and said, "Young Marshal, Mr. Song hasn't gotten up yet. Please wait here."

As expected, Shen Yuqing stopped.

He said casually: "I told your eldest young master yesterday, why, no one informed you?"

The guard was silent.

The eldest marshal was notified, so there were twice as many guards at the mansion as there were yesterday.

This is Song Mansion!

Any fly or mosquito that comes in must be investigated, let alone the dignified young marshal of the Governor's Mansion?

"You said it, you said it in the morning, not in the middle of the night!" A clear female voice came from the door.

Shen Yuqing looked up and saw Song Huiyi standing there wearing a white silk pajamas with her chest wrapped around her chest, her face full of displeasure, "It's three in the morning! If you don't sleep, do you think that others don't sleep either?"

Shen Yuqing whistled.

He smiled and said, "Isn't Miss Song awake?"

Song Huiyi looked at him coldly.

He didn't care much, raised his chin and made a gesture towards Song Huiyi, and asked the guard next to him: "Here, your third lady is here, can you go in now?"

Asking is asking, and people move forward.

He even patted the guard on the shoulder, "Good performance! Mr. Song and I will praise you later and say that you are dedicated to your duties!"

"..."

The guard was silent again.

If Mr. Song knew that they let the young commander come in directly, he might be punished.

Song Huiyi simply couldn't bear to see him being so shameless.

With such a careless temper, he didn't consider whether others were still sleeping, or whether there were people inside and outside the Song Mansion strictly guarding him, so he climbed over the iron door and came in.

She was just getting up to drink water when she heard someone knocking on the door outside, so she opened the door and took a look.

The secret guard knocked on Dad's door.

After listening to some general information, she asked her father to wash up slowly while she went down to take a look first.

Song Huiyi was angry: "You are still in the mood to tease them!"

He asked back: "If you don't tease them, are you teasing you?"

The words are ambiguous and have a lingering flavor.

In full view of everyone, she felt her ears itching and scolded him a thousand times in her heart.

She gathered up her shawl and walked in: "As soon as you came, Song Mansion was made to make a fuss and no one could sleep well!"

This is the default that Shen Yuqing has come in.

Shen Yuqing followed her, looking at her long, disheveled hair and her graceful and slender back, and remembering the kiss she had just tasted last night, a fire arose in her heart, and she was a little ready to move.

He wanted to hold her!

With this thought in mind, he took a few steps forward, and just as he raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, the person in front of him turned around and gave him a warning look, as if sensing something.

"This is Song Mansion!" She almost gritted her teeth.

Her response was a nonchalant "Oh."

Fortunately, he didn't want to do anything anymore.

Song Huiyi thought, Shen Yuqing is so bold that he is not afraid of death at all!

There were so many guards in the open, and there were countless eyes in the dark, but he actually came in openly in full view of everyone!

If she hadn't caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, he would have even wanted to hug her!

What a man!

She really didn't have a good impression of Shen Yuqing: he was unbridled, shameless, cruel, cynical, and had his own way of doing things...

She can think of so much.

She only met Shen Yuqing three times and knew all about Shen Yuqing's bad behavior.

He's also horny.

Entering the living room, Song Peiwen was already waiting on the first floor.

Seeing him come in, she didn't get up, but just glanced at him.

He drank tea calmly.

"The young marshal is so elegant that he even knocked down the door of my Song residence!" Song Peiwen's voice was neither soft nor serious, neither angry nor authoritative.

Shen Yuqing pretended not to understand.

He walked over and just smiled and sat down opposite Song Peiwen: "My door is easily opened by people, so if you don't reflect on your own door, you still have to blame the person who broke in?"

He picked up the cigarettes on the table, took one out and bit it in his mouth, then raised his legs and put them on the coffee table.

Song Peiwen was accustomed to his behavior.

He answered him calmly: "According to what you said, if I chop off your leg, the young commander should reflect on why he was chopped off, instead of blaming me for doing it."

Shen Yuqing didn't even frown.

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Boss Song's style is still as good as before!"

"Young Marshal, please be careful with your words and call my father sir!"

Song Huiyi was about to go upstairs, but when he heard Shen Yuqing's irrelevant words, he stopped and felt unhappy, "Also, put your legs down."

Many people call Song Peiwen Boss Song, but he doesn't like it. He prefers others to call him Mr. Song.

Shen Yuqing knows.

In front of outsiders, he would either call him by his first name or Mr. Song, but he wanted to tease him in front of Song Peiwen.

Shen Yuqing, who had not even frowned when Song Peiwen threatened, now put down his legs obediently.

He rested his elbows on his legs, leaned forward, and smiled: "Mr. Song, you see, your precious daughter is all over me. If you don't know, you think she is my wife..."

He has always been out of shape.

Song Huiyi couldn't breathe after hearing this.

He was still so presumptuous in front of her father!

She angrily tore off her shawl and went upstairs without saying a word.

However, I stepped on the stairs very hard, and the wooden floor made a creaking sound that could not dissipate for a long time.

When it was quiet again, Song Peiwen spoke: "Shen Yuqing, don't touch my daughter's thoughts!"

There was harshness in his tone.

He has been working hard for many years and is in charge of a large youth gang. He is more sensitive to the things around him than anyone else. You can tell that there is something special between the two of them in just a few words.

"how?"

Shen Yuqing smiled and asked him, "Your daughter, Song Peiwen, got a lot of benefits from marrying the eldest son of the Nancheng Governor. As a businessman, don't you understand?"