Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

The long street was very lively, and the crowd, which lacked a bit of fireworks, burst open due to a sudden accident. After the out-of-control horses were stopped, they crowded around. Wen Yan only felt that his ears were noisy and his eyes were confused. And the hand that was holding her behind her was very tight.

The hat used to conceal his identity had long since fallen aside, and Wen Yan raised his hand subconsciously to find something to cover him. After all, An Luo is now "everyone is shouting and beating", but he just made a little movement, and the man wrapped in his arms His hands tightened a little more, and in a trance, Wen Yan seemed to hear the heartbeat of that person. Through the heavy clothes, it was very loud and heavy, like a flash flood after a storm broke a bank, and even gave people a feeling of heat and breath. The illusion of rubbing ears and temples together.

Wen Yan's little finger started to feel hot, and he lowered his head eagerly. There was nothing there, no red line, no movement, as if everything was just his own illusion.

Wen Yan looked at Cohen holding his hand again, it was empty, not to mention Wen Yan's red thread, not even An Luo's wedding ring.

"Admiral Cohen! My God! You didn't fall, did you, Admiral?"

"The person the general is holding is An Luo? So he came here to block people after finding out the route of the meeting? He even brought Master Terry with him."

"I don't know if it scares Master Terry, he is still so young, if something happens, how will An Luo explain to the Normand family."

"I'm not blind, am I? This is a divorce letter. Oh my God, are you going to get a divorce at last?"

The crowd was buzzing, and news of Cohen's mission on the wedding night spread as early as the next day. No one in the Normand family was too lazy to cover up for An Luo, let alone other people who were waiting to see the joke, especially in the Fueled by those juniors of the Ogyate family, the whole empire knew that the general and his husband were at odds.

This was the first time that An Luo and Cohen appeared at the same time after the wedding, and it was still in such a situation that it seemed like a storm was coming.

Cohen's executive officers have already begun to evacuate the crowd. Although they don't know why "Madam" appeared here, and they don't know how the admiral will deal with it, they clearly feel that the admiral is not in a good mood, especially when they see After the divorce papers dropped all over the floor.

Terry, who was held tightly in Wen Yan's arms, began to have trouble breathing. He moved his head impatiently. Only then did Wen Yan come to his senses, and quickly let go to make room for him.

Cohen stood up and stretched out his hand towards Wen Yan who was half kneeling on the ground.

This was the first time Wen Yan saw Cohen. He was against the light so his brows and eyes were blurred, but the throbbing buried under his heart spread to his eyes and fingertips, and Wen Yan couldn't tell the difference for a while. Does this throbbing belong to him or An Luo?

Wen Yan hurriedly lowered his eyes to stabilize his mind, pretended not to see it, put his palms on the ground and wanted to stand up by himself, but the instant pain in his knees forced him to sit down again, and the next second, when he opened his eyes, When he opened his eyes, he was already hugged by Cohen.

Terry hid aside while clenching his fists tightly. When he saw that it was Cohen, all his excitement faded instantly, replaced by nervousness. Some were nervous for himself, and some were for "sister-in-law". Protecting him, it turned out that not only was he injured, but he was also caught by Brother Coen.

My elder brother doesn't like him, what should I do now!

"Brother, I ran out by myself, and it's none of his business." Terry gritted his teeth, held Cohen's clothes and looked up at him.

"I know." Cohen said coldly, "Go up."

The aircraft stopped a long time ago, and Cohen walked up with Wen Yan in his arms, followed by a little tail with drooping fur.

Wen Yan looked at Terry, whose eyes were starting to turn red, and felt a little distressed. Although this little frog was too noisy, it was true that he didn't notice it. He was startled by the carriage, and then there was another shocker Cohen of the carriage, this kid is already promising enough not to be scared to cry.

Wen Yan thought for a while, then leaned back slightly after deliberation, and smiled and winked at Terry over Cohen's shoulder.

Wen Yan's thoughts were all on comforting Terry, thinking that he had done it carefully and covertly, so he didn't notice the corner of Cohen's slightly raised mouth.

The three entered the aircraft without saying a word. Terry glanced at Wen Yan, then at Cohen, and finally moved to Wen Yan's side. He slowly stretched out his chubby hand to put Wen Yan on In the palm of his hand, he lowered his head and blew gently on Wen Yan's wrist. There was a bloodshot wound there. The wound was shallow, but it was very conspicuous because of the dust on it.

"It doesn't hurt." Wen Yan touched Terry's head, and broke the silence with a smile.

Cohen took out the small treatment cabin, opened the seal with a "snap", turned to look at Terry, and said blankly: "Terry Normand, apology."

Terry was shocked by the sound of "Terry Normand". His brother seldom called him by his full name, and usually only added the word "Normand" when he was very angry. There was only one thing in Terry's mind. Thoughts, it's over.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Terry climbed down from the chair and bowed to Cohen. He knew that he had caused trouble for his brother, and he was rushing back for the meeting, but there was such a commotion on the way out.

But who knows that Cohen just frowned and said: "Do you think you should apologize to me?"

Wen Yan who was "named" suddenly blinked his eyes.

Terry was stunned for a while before he understood who Cohen said he should "apologize to", so he turned around and ran to Wen Yan, bowed again extremely solemnly, even more formal than the bow to Cohen, and his voice was louder He said: "Brother, I'm sorry, I swear on Terry's name that I won't do it again."

"There's more." Cohen took the treatment box and sat next to Wen Yan, watching Terry continue to speak.

Terry almost cried, and simply smashed the jar and hid behind Wen Yan.

"Terry Normand." Cohen said coldly.

Terry remained silent for a long time before replying in a half-pissed way: "I apologized, and my brother forgave me."

"Except for an apology." Cohen looked at the fine and dense wounds on Wen Yan's hand, frowned and said, "Your thanks."

Terry popped out a small head from behind Wen Yan, and when he was sure that Cohen just wanted him to thank him, he also breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over and kissed the wound on Wen Yan's left hand lightly, with a "chirp", kiss He was very careful, and then blushed and said, "Thank you brother."

Cohen: ...

A kiss that fell on his wrist was not called a kiss, but it was like a breeze and bright moon dedicated to him. Wen Yan felt that an unknown flower bloomed in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. There was also a light kiss on Terry's forehead, "Thank you Terry, this is a gift in return."

Cohen: ...

Cohen's eyes fell on Wen Yan's wrist, and then on Terry's forehead. He realized that he was actually envious of Terry, whether it was the "thank you gift" he gave or the "return gift" he received, it was... naive to the extreme .

He saw An Luo at a glance in the constant crowd of people, without tossing or hesitating, as if something pierced through the mist and light frost in an instant, what was the first thought that flashed through his mind at that time?It's like "found you".

When the carriage rushed out, when it ran into that person, that was the first time in his life that he knew what fear was. He never knew that the word "fear" could still appear on him, and it was because of An Luo.

"Take off your coat." Cohen used commanding words, but the gentleness in his tone was completely different from the way he faced Terry before.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Yan wanted to withdraw his hand as he said that, but Cohen pulled him half forcefully, and carefully avoided his wound.

"Does it hurt?" Cohen raised his head.

The scorching gaze made Wen Yan panic for a moment, he dodged his gaze and said, "It doesn't hurt."

When the wound was treated briefly, Cohen put down the treatment box in his hand, looked at Wen Yan and said seriously: "Have you ever thought about what would happen if the carriage didn't stop?"

"Will it be as simple as these wounds?"

Cohen's tone was still gentle, as if he was making the most everyday greeting, but Wen Yan felt his heart tighten for no reason. He collected his emotions, lightly brushed the grass clippings on his cuffs, and said softly: "Then you What do I do, watch the wagon hit Terry?"

Wen Yan turned his head to look at Terry who was looking up at him, pulled the coat aside and covered his head, approached Cohen and said with a low voice: "For you, or for you Normands, I There is no need to think about which is more important than Terry."

Wen Yan was expounding a fact, which was known to all the people in the empire, but Terry couldn't hear it. The child was careful, and he might feel more and more that it was because of his own relationship that he was hurt. Wen Yan had no choice but to use this A way to avoid Terry's sight.

In fact, Wen Yan didn't add too many personal emotions, but if An Luo didn't say something, it didn't mean he didn't know. In fact, An Luo knew his position in the Normand family better than anyone else.

Wen Yan also knew that Cohen was actually innocent in this matter. Thinking about it differently, if he was Cohen, his grandson would repay the life-saving grace that his grandfather gave him, and he would get married out of nowhere. He is not willing to use the straw bag.

So Cohen did a good enough job to give his nominal "wife" the freedom and material things, he did nothing wrong, even the absurd wedding night back then was not intentional, the interstellar riot gang chose him When they got married, he could only sign for this "bridal present".

He just doesn't love An Luo, it's that simple.

Terry, who was buried under the coat, had already started to stretch out his hands. Just as Wen Yan wanted to rescue him, he felt that his wrist was being held. The temperature that did not belong to him made Wen Yan stunned for a moment. In the past, Cohen was looking at him with burning eyes. The place where the man held was on the original wound, which had been healed after being repaired by the treatment cabin, but Wen Yan felt numb, itchy, and a little pain for no reason.

"No, it's not for me, and it won't be for Normand." Cohen said every word, with shocking seriousness, as if he was making an oath, "There will be no next time." gone."

He's not going to let this man get hurt again, not at all.

In fact, when Wen Yan first met Cohen, he knew that the man hadn't run away, but he needed to confirm again.

For example, sign your name along the way.

He pressed Terry's restless little head, felt apologetic and wronged him again, and asked softly, "Where's the divorce letter?"

Cohen frowned, his tone became cold for the first time, "Throw it away."

"It's okay, that's just a rough plan. Since the admiral is here, please spare a little time and sign it. It won't waste too much of your time." Wen Yan thought about it, and continued with some bad intentions Said: "It won't take a day like getting married, you can send out missions whenever you want."

Now that he has become An Luo, he naturally wants to express his anger for An Luo. Similarly, since that person has become Cohen, it is not a bad idea to take a little anger for Cohen.

"An Luo," Cohen called An Luo's name eagerly, and when Wen Yan looked up at him, he said word by word: "I will not divorce."

"What divorce?" Terry finally struggled out of the pile of clothes and cried out in surprise. He didn't know why An Luo suddenly covered himself with clothes, as if he vaguely heard his name and "Normand" in his mouth What, but it's just a general idea, only brother Coen's "divorce" he heard clearly.

"Brother, are you going to get a divorce? Why?" Terry grabbed Cohen's clothes and shook them violently, "This time it's Terry's fault, and it's none of my business. I was the one who clamored to go to Keche City to play, brother, you can punish me to plant ice vase flowers at Grandpa Anderson's place, or you can tell grandpa that I am not good, but can you not want my brother."

Cohen looked down at Terry, whose eyes were red, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Yan staring at Terry with pursed lips. His heart was relieved, and a barely visible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He slowly He knelt down and picked up Terry, then suppressed his expression, and said softly, "It's not that I don't want my brother anymore, it's my brother who doesn't want me."

Wen Yan: ...

Terry blinked, as if he didn't understand what Cohen meant.

"Crying?" Cohen wiped the overflowing teardrops from the corners of Terry's eyes with one free hand.

Terry shook his head and choked carefully, "No... no, the little soldiers of the Normand family don't cry."

Brother Cohen doesn't like them crying, so hold back.

At this moment, Cohen suddenly approached Terry and said in a volume that only two people could hear: "Now you can cry."

"The little soldier from the Normand family wants to help me keep brother An Luo."

So, Wen Yan, who was standing aside and thinking about how to coax people later, was suddenly hugged by a little bun, who was full of tears and crying loudly. Choked up "I don't want my brother to divorce".

And Cohen, who was behind him, leaned lightly on the high chair, looking at himself with a smile on his face.

Wen Yan: ...