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

Shen Yuqing hummed.

He waved his hand and motioned for Tan Shaoyuan to go out first.

When the door closed again, he spoke: "I won't be in Nancheng for half a month. If anything happens, ask the secret guard to contact me. Don't act rashly, you know?"

He raised his hand, pushed her loose hair behind her ears, and pinched her earlobe.

The tips of her ears are red.

She had just experienced such a love affair, and the blush on her face had not dissipated, and there was girlish pink everywhere.

Shen Yuqing's heart surged when he saw it, and the fire was about to come up again.

The movement of pinching her earlobe slowed down, and he ambiguously rubbed it with his fingertips.

Song Huiyi looked at him and his eyes darkened again. His whole body was filled with lust and he pulled his hand down.

She said: "If anything happens, my father and brother can help me, but what's your problem?"

"Disobedient again." Shen Yuqing patted her head, "Be good, Huiyi!"

She gave a faint oh.

Shen Yuqing smiled: "I'm leaving."

Song Huiyi nodded.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Shen Yuqing suddenly felt a sense of loss that he had never felt before, even a little sad.

But it shouldn't be, it's obviously rare for the two of them to be so calm when they are separated.

He was still a little annoyed.

All these annoyances can be attributed to one thing——

Song Huiyi was not reluctant to let him go!

"You're so fucking pretentious like a woman!" Shen Yuqing secretly cursed herself.

This loss was fleeting, and he felt that Song Huiyi was good like this. If she was so sticky and reluctant to let him leave, he might be impatient.

He doesn't like slimy women.

He straightened his military uniform, took the things he had just left on the table, and stuffed them into his pants pockets.

"I took it away and threw it away."

Shen Yuqing walked to the door and stopped.

He smiled playfully and said in a rather ambiguous tone, "If this thing appears in your trash can, it will be difficult for others to know about it."

Song Huiyi pursed his lips in displeasure.

She looked at him displeased.

Shen Yuqing is a typical person who takes advantage and behaves well.

She pulled out a knife from the drawer.

The knife was sharply polished and its blade was plated with silver. She held the handle of the knife and slapped it on the table: "Next time you do this without permission, the knife will definitely be faster than your hands."

"Oh? Is it okay if you allow it?" He smiled eagerly.

"You have a beautiful idea!" Song Huiyi couldn't help but tighten the knife in his hand.

"The knife can't kill me..." Shen Yuqing's voice stopped abruptly.

He put away his laziness, suddenly bent down, and dodged sideways with a calm expression.

He moved quickly, completely unprepared, and bumped into the bookshelf next to him.

The bookshelf was crumbling. Shen Yuqing stretched out his hand to hold it down, but some books still fell from the bookshelf.

He turned his head and saw a small dart embedded in the wall.

It was where he was standing just now.

Song Huiyi pretended to attack him with a knife, but in fact, her real intention was to throw a dart from the bottom of her sleeve.

Shen Yuqing pulled out the darts on the wall and smiled nonchalantly: "If you, the apprentice, can surpass the master, what else can I teach you?"

He threw the dart lightly and landed accurately on the table.

Then he said, "Good practice! I'll bring you a gift next time I come back!"

He didn't care about Song Huiyi's attack.

In front of him, her skills and methods were just children's tricks, and they didn't need to be taken seriously.

Song Huiyi was angry and angry: "Get away."

Shen Yuqing's smile deepened and she returned to her cynical look: "Hui Yi, your hands are so soft, why are your words so hard?"

Eyebrows twitched.

Song Huiyi threw out a dart again and shouted: "Get out!"

Shen Yuqing dodged easily, opened the door and walked away, leaving only his hearty laughter.

Tan Shaoyuan saw him come out and left the newspaper office with him.

Bai Su had already returned from the fight and parked his car at the door of the newspaper office, waiting for them.

Shen Yuqing did not get in the car immediately, but first went around to the alley next to it.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and lazily leaned against the wall and puffed away.

Soon, someone appeared beside him silently.

"Young commander."

"Go and do something." He explained the matter.

The visitor nodded and quickly disappeared into the alley.

After Shen Yuqing finished smoking, he walked out of the alley and got into the back seat of the car.

Bai Su looked back and said, "Young Marshal."

After a pause, he looked back again, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and he silently looked at Tan Shaoyuan in the passenger seat.

Shen Yuqing took the document from Tan Shaoyuan's hand and lazily raised his eyes: "What are you doing sneakily?"

"Uh……"

Bai Su hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head and asked, "Young Marshal, were you beaten by Miss Song?"

"..."

Shen Yuqing raised his head and touched the right side of his face that was hit.

He couldn't see anything in the mirror, and his face didn't hurt much, but looking back on Song Huiyi's intensity, it was indeed a cruel effort.

What a little wildcat!

Shen Yuqing chuckled.

Seeing his expression, Bai Su immediately pictured him being furious, and couldn't help but ask again: "Young Marshal, are Miss Song okay?"

"What can happen to her?" He laughed again.

"Ah, ah?" It was Bai Su's turn to be confused.

Miss Song slapped the young commander like this, but the young commander didn't even get angry?

Not only didn't he get angry, but he suddenly smiled so heart-warmingly?

Who is Miss Song? How come she managed the young commander to be so docile in just a few months?

He looked at Tan Shaoyuan again.

Tan Shaoyuan shrugged and used his eyes to indicate that he should concentrate on driving.

Shen Yuqing looked through the documents and asked Tan Shaoyuan casually: "Did you tell her that I didn't sleep all night?"

"Yes."

Tan Shaoyuan paused, "My subordinates saw that the young marshal and Miss Song were unhappy every time they met... I thought that the young marshal cared about Miss Song and should let her know, so I made my own decision."

Shen Yuqing asked calmly: "When did I care about her?"

"Ah? Subordinate..."

Tan Shaoyuan was about to admit his mistake when he saw Shen Yuqing raise her lips in a good mood, "But if you do a good job, you will be rewarded!"

Tan Shaoyuan suddenly became energetic: "Thank you, Marshal!"

Shen Yuqing read through the papers and photos in the document: "All the things I want you to check are in it?"

"It's all up there."

Tan Shaoyuan turned sideways and spoke, "The counterattack against Zhou Shi's assassination does not seem to have anything to do with us, but one of them caught my attention. Although he was cautious and did not show up, our people still discovered his shadow."

Shen Yuqing asked casually: "Who?"

He suddenly saw a few words, his eyes sharpened, and he sat up: "No need to say anything."

He has seen it.

His fingers pressed on those words and rubbed them hard. The paper instantly sunk into a dent, penetrating the back of the paper.

"Ha! Turns out he is an old acquaintance of mine!"

Shen Yuqing's eyes were a little more playful, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect things to be so interesting! I have to entertain my old friends!"

"Young Marshal, do you need to send someone..."

"No need." Shen Yuqing understood what he meant and raised her hand to interrupt him, "Just wait and see what happens."

He closed the document and tossed it aside.

The smile on his face continued, "If the wolf cub wants to play, let him play. I have to see how far he has grown."

Shen Yuqing likes excitement.

Rather than casting a net directly to catch fish, he prefers to place a fishing rod by the river and wait for anyone to take the bait.

He catches it when he wants, and lets it go when he wants. He just watches the prey act smart, thinking that he has no plan left, then he puts up the net and gives the prey a blow on the head.

The pleasure he gets and the humiliation the hunter suffers can be increased a hundred times.