Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Chapter 190 Young Marshal, please listen to a song (9)

Wen Jin looks cold and desolate, but after all, he is the person sitting in the position of young marshal. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the pressure he will bear.

Although Yun Qian cannot empathize, she can understand.

Wen Jin refused simply. After refusing, she felt that there was no need to stay any longer, so she pulled Yun Qian and left.

"Young Commander-in-Chief looked so cool when he spoke coldly just now. I love him so much." Yun Qian made a heart-raising gesture.

Wen Jin smiled for the first time today, even though the arc was very small.

The singer can take leave at any time, but the young commander cannot.

Wen Jin took Yun Qian to the young marshal's office. The young marshal's office was unexpectedly simple.

The office was very big. Yun Qian walked around the office and kept looking around.

He kept mumbling: "I thought the young marshal's office would have a lot of things, such as a whole wall of guns, or a whole set of noble crocodile leather sofas."

Wen Jin was so close that he naturally heard Yun Qian's thoughts.

Wen Jin: "......"

He suddenly felt that if Yun Qian came to be the young commander, these things might actually appear in the office.

Wen Jin sat on the chair behind the desk. There were some documents on the desk that needed to be reviewed by the young commander. They were a bit messy, but not sloppy.

Yun Qian walked over to Wen Jin. There was a document spread out on the table. She reached out to straighten the scattered papers, but she saw Xiao Ying's name on it.

"Can I read this?" Yun Qian did not pick it up and read it directly, but asked Wen Jin for permission.

Most of the documents that can be placed on Wen Jin's desk are confidential, and they are not something Yun Qian can look through casually.

Wen Jin scanned the general content of the document and said, "You can read it."

The document is an application to reduce control over the import and export of goods. To say it is an application seems to be too euphemistic. This document is more like a complaint.

After discovering the arms smuggling case, Wen Jin tightened his control over the trade between businessmen.

Unlike modern society during the Republic of China, there was high-tech support, and the source and whereabouts of goods could be checked online.

Once the traded arms fall into the hands of criminals, it will be a disaster for Dongping.

What Xiao Ying said in this document is the same as loosening control, and there are also supports and statements from some more prestigious business people.

Yun Qian looked at the contents on the paper with interest.

Although Xiao Ying did engage in business in her previous life, is it still too early now? Moreover, why is she so anxious about relaxing the entry and exit of goods?

"Can this document be sent directly to you?" Yun Qian put the document down.

Wen Jin recalled it for a moment: "It seems to have been sent by Wen Ge, but I haven't looked at it."

"No wonder." Yun Qian said softly.

Wen Jin read the document carefully, but Yun Qian didn't bother him. She took a beautiful black pen and a piece of letter paper and walked to the side to sit down and write and draw.

Yun Qian was writing something on the paper and couldn't take her time off. She hummed a love song that the original owner liked very much.

This was the first time Wen Jin listened to a song while working. The song was sung manually, which felt a little strange.

He looked up from the numerous documents and looked at Yun Qian sitting aside, feeling inexplicably relieved.

By the time Wen Jin finished handling the affairs and documents, Yun Qian had also finished writing the things that Yun Qian had been busy with.

Yun Qian held the paper and shook it twice to let the ink dry. Then he held the paper and slapped it in front of Wen Jin's face.

"Has the Young Marshal ever received a love letter?"

"Love letter? No." Wen Jin shook his head.

Wen Jin was thrown into the military academy at a very young age. Most of the students in the military academy were boys. Maybe some girls wrote love letters to Wen Jin, but Wen Jin wouldn't accept them. He wouldn't even look at them. Stuck in training.

When Wen Jin was a child, he lived a stoic life. What interested him most every day was taking sniper classes and touching guns.

Yun Qian smiled seductively: "Here, this is a love letter written by the young lady to the young marshal. Please read it, the young marshal."

Wen Jin raised his eyebrows, wondering what kind of monster this little girl was planning to do again, and picked up the paper with an honest hand.

"Ah, dear young marshal,

If you were the scorching sun,

I am the sunflower that always faces you,

If you were the waves of sea water,

I am the fish that always swims towards you,

Young Marshal, you are light, you are electricity,

You are the only myth~"

Wen Jin: "......"

Wen Jin really couldn't bear to look down.

How should I put it? This love letter is very unique. To be specific, it is... very earthy and unique.

The mood at that moment was hard to describe. Wen Jin didn't even know what words to say to praise Yun Qian against his will.

After looking at documents for a long time, seeing such a love poem made my eyes darken.

Wen Jin took a shallow breath, and then said seriously: "You just have to sing well from now on, don't force anything else."

Yun Qian: "..."

Yun Qian: "Oh?"

The vivid expression on Yun Qian's face successfully made Wen Jin laugh. Wen Jin raised her hands to loosen the top buttons of the lining and coat, revealing a little bit of the line of her collarbone.

I am used to the young marshal's meticulous and abstinent appearance, so unbuttoning the buttons made him feel a little looser and more casual.

Yun Qian's eyes widened when she looked at the delicate collarbone line, as if she would turn into a hungry wolf and pounce on him in the next second.

Wen Jin relaxed and leaned back on the chair. Yun Qian couldn't resist the temptation of beauty and leaned over to play tricks on the beautiful young commander.

The two of them got closer and closer, and just when they were just a few centimeters away from touching each other, the office door was pushed open with a bang.

Both heads froze at the same time.

"Young Marshal, Xiao..." The adjutant automatically muted the sound when he saw the picture inside the door.

A few seconds later, the adjutant hurriedly rolled out of the office, not forgetting to close the door: "Hello, Marshal, I didn't see anything. You can continue. Goodbye, Marshal."

Wen Jin: "......"

Yun Qian: "..."

Everyone ran away, Yun Qian gave up and bit Wen Jin's lip, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

"Sure enough, you can't do this kind of thing in a place like this. Sex makes you stupid, sex makes you stupid!" Yun Qian covered her face and reflected.

A few minutes later, the adjutant who had just ran out stood in Wen Jin's office again, his head lowered and not daring to look at their young marshal.

At this time, Wen Jin had already buttoned his collar, and Yun Qian was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper in his hand seriously.

"What happened just now?" Wen Jin asked coolly.

The adjutant shivered at the cold tone, "...Young Marshal, there is a lady outside who wants to see you. She said her name is Xiao Ying."

Yun Qian's thin eyebrows hidden behind the newspaper raised slightly.

Wen Jin tapped the table with her long fingers and said, "Let someone come in."

"Yes."

The adjutant went outside to bring the people in. Xiao Ying followed the adjutant. After entering the house, she walked to the front to talk to the young marshal. When she passed by Yun Qian, she just glanced at her.

The adjutant stood scratching his head and suddenly saw the newspaper in Yun Qian's hand, which he hadn't noticed just now.

"Miss Yun, you held the newspaper upside down."