Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Hemo walked out of the bedroom and stood in the living room with cold eyes and a calm expression. The expression in Leng Yiyao's eyes did not change at all, as if the words he just said were just casual words.

Except for Leng Yiyao, everyone in the room didn't know what expression to put on.

I just thought that one of the puzzles of the century was that the marshal never had a pillow, and the opposite **** was fine. Even the guards would never be able to get close. Could it be that the sun came out of the west today? Let a girl stay in his room overnight?

The marshal meant to let her warm the bed?

But, is it a bit too much?

Although, this girl does look pretty. The eyes are surprisingly bright, the figure is good, and the skin is tender as if it can pinch water, but he is only sixteen years old.

According to international law, she is still an underage girl. Is the marshal a bit too unchosen?

This, how can you speak up.

"Boom—"

Just in the strange silence of the people in the room, the door of the room was suddenly hit hard.

It was the sound of heavy objects hitting the door!

The group of people at the door hadn't even left yet, the eldest prince Lu Chen was indeed a person whose head had been caught, and he dared to let people hit the door!

Who gave him the courage to bear the heart and leopard! Dare to bump into the marshal!

Frey's face turned cold, and he looked at the door with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people through that wall.

"Marshal, I'll go out and have a look." He lowered his head, drew his hand into the gun in his arms, and when he raised his face again, he was already indifferent.

Leng Yiyao touched her chin, and suddenly felt that this person had a baby face, and he clearly looked a bit childish, but when he was full of murderous faces, it was indeed a bit shocking.

The soldiers here are accustomed to seeing blood, and those who can save their lives on the battlefield have an extremely light view of human lives. She guessed that the lives of the marshal's guards could hardly be counted.

"Let him go." Hemo waved his hand casually, turned around lightly, and pointed at her: "You come in with me."

Leng Yiyao's gaze followed his gaze and paused slowly, and then he evoked a deep smile, and walked away with the stunned eyes of the two officers beside him.

I have to say that the suites of top hotels are indeed extraordinary. Behind her, there was a bang on the door, but the door showed no signs of loosening. Instead, there was a stronger-than-sound alarm echoing in the hotel corridor. It is estimated that tonight, the hotel executives want to sleep well It's harder.

But right now, these are not what she cares about.

As the first general of the military region, Hemo didn't put the big prince in his eyes. For the royal family, he was slapped face to face!

But what does it matter?

He is used to being arrogant. Since the people in the military area had really surrounded him, no one dared to say anything!

What she didn't understand was, what exactly did Hemo's resignation or even indifference mean?

The lighting in the room was obviously adjusted by the designer. The light is sufficient but has no impact. When it is reflected on the human face, it has a gentle arc.

Hemo sat on the bed and quietly looked at the girl standing in front of him, suddenly a strange premonition arose.

This man stood at a distance of less than ten steps away from him, with a thoughtful expression on his face. It seemed troublesome to even look at him. It was obvious that he was thinking outside the door.

When is his charm so bad that a woman stays in his bedroom but thinks of other men?