Chapter 262 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (13)

Wen Yansheng put the gun back into his waist and put it in a locked position. With a sullen look on his face, he walked to Dayang's camp in military boots.

He was only two steps away from the man. He was tall, while the other was a head shorter, but he was just as imposing as the other.

The collar of his black coat was wrapped tightly around his neck, and from his angle, he could only see a section of his fair and graceful chin under the brim of his hat.

"Let's go."

When they came to her car, she even opened the back seat herself and said, "Please come in first, sir."

Wen Yansheng looked at her silently, then bent down and sat in the car.

Qi Song was the driver. He saw from the rearview mirror that the young lady and Master Jiu were sitting together. Both of them were looking out the window on their side without saying a word.

Until we returned to the base camp in Jinzhou.

It was a Western-style building. Wen Yansheng looked at the eaves across the street where he had been standing just now.

"What do you want?"

"Marshal, please go upstairs and have a cup of tea. We can talk slowly about anything." She glanced at him sideways as if she was looking at a fish that was about to be caught in a fishing net.

Unfortunately, Wen Yansheng didn't even look at her, so he didn't notice the look. He was even thinking about something and just opened the car door and got out.

She got off from his side as well.

In the living room, after all the servants were dismissed.

Wen Yansheng stood by the closed door, not bothering to look around. Originally, the two of them were walking one in front and the other behind.

But suddenly she stopped.

The moment he turned his head, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin.

The person in front of me was smiling lazily, his neck was surrounded by the collar, only a pretty face that was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous was exposed, and the charm in his eyes was not as annoying as before.

Wen Yansheng's expression was particularly calm. His chin was forced to slightly lift, his eyelids lowered, and he looked down at the man in front of him with disdain.

His eyes were as deep as a dark pool, and he pulled out the gun from his waist and pressed it against his heart!

But he felt something soft and tense. Wen Yansheng tightened his arms and said in a long tone, "Can we talk seriously now?"

Lin Muching's eyebrows jumped. His tone was different from before. Did he recognize her again?

"Does the muzzle of this gun look familiar to you, Marshal?"

Wen Yansheng wrapped his other palm directly around the muzzle of the gun that was against his chin, and chuckled with a nonchalant attitude that showed he wasn't worried about accidental discharge at all.

"You painted it like this so that I can't recognize it, right?"

This ambiguous sentence made her realize clearly that he had recognized her.

"How about firing a gun and seeing if the bullet is the one you have?" She tilted her head back, and her specially drawn eyes looked particularly charming and gorgeous.

She took a step forward, and the gun against her chest was sunk a little.

This posture is ambiguous and full of tension.

"Then you can try to see who is better at shooting, you or me!"

Wen Yansheng took a step back uncontrollably. The reliable closeness and the sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils made his breathing lighten and then heavier.

The familiar fragrance started from the car.

He just treats it as the same kind of aromatherapy or Western perfume.

But from her sharp words, he was almost certain of one thing.

At the moment, it is uncertain what her purpose is.

Wen Yansheng was also unwilling to give in.

The man in front of him seemed to be smiling.

"I haven't tried your shooting skills, so how can I compare?"

She licked her lips and added, "How about we have a competition?"

The next moment.

Wen Yansheng saw the hand she moved.

His eyes were blank for a moment, his breathing suddenly changed, and his expression changed drastically.

She pinned him against the door, unable to move, twitching the painted pistol she was holding.

He bent his knees and tried to fight back, but she stepped on the upper of his military boots, and the distance between them closed.

They were almost touching, getting closer.

She uttered another ambiguous sentence from her pink thin lips, "Master, please be careful not to accidentally discharge your gun."

Is it this gun or that gun?

Wen Yansheng was holding a pistol in both hands, which was the only thing that prevented them from being completely stuck together. If he let go of either hand, he would be at a disadvantage.

But the downwind position has been lost!

In a hurry, Wen Yansheng threw away the bullet hole in her chin with his left hand and pinched her other bold hand instead. He looked straight into her eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Lin Muqing!"

She was not panicked at all, nor did she deny it. The force on his wrist seemed to crush her.

One force.

He grabbed Wen Yansheng's wrist with his backhand and pressed it against the side of his face, pinning him down so that he couldn't move, and laughed wildly.

"The Marshal is still thinking about her. If you behave yourself, maybe I can show some mercy to her~"

The ups and downs of emotions made Wen Yansheng lose some of his usual calmness.

He directly broke through this layer of window paper and laughed in anger.

"You are so scheming. You had it all planned out from the moment you showed up in front of the mansion? Taking to the streets, taking hostages, occupying the land, you went through such a big circle, what on earth do you want to do?"

That stunning face finally broke the cold mood and smiled, a smile that made people shudder.

But it also made her look surprised, handsome, good-looking and imposing.

She still pretended to be confused, "I don't understand what the handsome guy is talking about, but I want to play with you."

Playing with you~

The drawn-out ending sound and the chaotic technique just now made Wen Yansheng's left hand unable to move, and his empty right hand stretched out to pry open her clamps, but were suppressed again.

He had forgotten her amazing strength.

It all drove him crazy.

"How do you want to play? I'll accompany you till the end!"