Chapter 297： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (17)

After Qi Jin came in, there was another person who looked like a female officer. He has a beautiful face, short hair with ears, and looks heroic.

She looked at Qi Jin's eyes, although it was well concealed, but it was obviously with admiration.

Fu Yue: "..."

There was a sudden heartache.

Cold swish eyes swept over, looking at the two people on the opposite side.

Alone men and widows, living in the same room, there is no intention to avoid suspicion.

Fu Yue felt a little pantothenic in her heart.

She seems to be green.

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Jun Heng is dead!

The young and beautiful officer sat down, raised his hand and took off his military cap, revealing his white and delicate forehead.

The slightly hanging eyelashes are curled and thick.

Thin red lips, **** and attractive.

Bai Qianwan looked at it for a moment. She squeezed the document in her hand, her teeth bit her pink lips, a bit of resentment flashed in her eyes.

She stayed under this young major general for three years, and how many times she has revealed her heart in secret, but it's a pity that this incomprehensible man is as cold as a stone.

Falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is merciless.

In order to be worthy of him, for so many years, a woman in Bai Qianwan fought over in the army, abruptly achieving the position of one of Qi Jin's two adjutants.

Try to suppress the emotions in my heart.

A smile appeared on Bai Qianwan's face, handed over the papers in her hand, and began to report work methodically.

Fu Xiaoyue, hiding behind the bookshelf practicing carrot squatting: "..."

She was almost listening with her ears upright.

Ah.

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Bai Qianwan reported that she had finished her work.

Qi Jin nodded faintly, and said nothing, "Let's do it like this, if there is nothing else, Adjutant Bai will go back first."

Heard this.

Bai Qianwan did not leave, showing a rare expression of courage, took out a movie ticket from his pocket and handed it to Qi Jin's table.

Whispered: "Marshal, it is said that young people in North City now like to go to the movies, I also bought two... Young marshal, are you free on Sunday?"

Qi Jin raised his eyes indifferently and glanced at Bai Qianwan. He didn't receive the movie ticket, and his thin red lips lightly opened: "No time."

Bai Qianwan looked a little desperate, looked at the man's cold and beautiful profile, and continued: "Marshal, I see your schedule for today. You obviously have time for the weekend..."

Qi Jin frowned.

He didn't understand how this adjutant, who was fairly straightforward, had become so twisted and entangled today.

Before he could speak.

There was a clear sound from behind the bookshelf.

Qi Jin looked towards the sound, his thick curled eyelashes blinked.

Bai Qianwan was taken aback, subconsciously took out the pistol, and shouted in the direction of the sound: "Who, come out!"

then.

A black pen slowly rolled out from behind the bookshelf.

"..."

The situation was more urgent just now, and Fu Yue accidentally walked away the pen on Qi Jin's desk. Now when she heard Bai Qianwan prying her corner so blatantly, she shook her hand and fell off.

She walked out slowly.

Bai Qianwan was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Yue.

The woman on the opposite side was wearing a pure black silk pajamas, with her neckline half open, revealing her delicate collarbone, her white and tender feet stepping on plush slippers.

This look is the attire in your own home.

The thick, shiny hair hangs behind his back, against the pale, slightly raised eyebrows.

The most beautiful is her pair of glazed phoenix eyes, which are black and white, and contain a little bit of mockery.