Chapter 257

Old lady Zhan frowned fiercely when she heard the words.

She cut the ginger cotton directly from the examination room, which was naturally well done in the morning.

We should not only ensure to bring people back, but also use the most urgent military affairs to delay Zhan Muqian. It is reasonable to say that he should not be separated from the army until now.

Why are you back so soon?!

……

Mian Mian's face is pale and her spirit is poor.

Although it was Jiang Li who was beaten, and she was also very clear that Jiang Li was not to beg for her forgiveness, but deliberately fanned the flames on one side.

But I have to admit that when she saw Jiang Li being beaten, she not only didn't get rid of her anger, but also felt very thrilled.

It's mainly because the sticks of that family's method are too thick, and several sticks fall down -

Jiang Li's clothes ooze blood.

Jiang Mianmian used to gather people to fight, but she had a high chance of beating people, and she didn't use such a heavy weapon.

Jiang Li is very thin, she wants to be thin, she is really shocked that the elder of Zhan family is so cruel to a little girl.

……

Outside the study door stood a row of orderly guards, blocking Zhan Muqian from entering.

Zhan Muqian's face was dignified, and in the study came the shrieks of the girl -

mixed with the sound of sticks.

His face is expressionless, thin lip slowly enunciates a word: "roll!"

The guards were in a dilemma and hesitated.

The little chief's eyes are red. When have they seen the cold chief's always proud face.

Zhan Muqian kicks one of them open, and then kicks heavily at the solid wooden door -

the screen wooden door breaks down in response - the loud sound is deafening.

He stepped steadily into the study.

The old lady Zhan was more angry when she saw him behave so badly.

She shouted: "Zhan Muqian, you dare to break in like this. You're for a woman Against your grandmother? "

Zhan Muqian is like a tinnitus without any reaction.

Since kicking to open the door, his eyes searched cautiously until he locked the little woman tied in the chair.

Mian Mian didn't cry. How could she cry in front of these people because of her stubborn temper.

But when she saw Zhan Muqian, she couldn't help but have a sour nose.

Zhan Muqian unties the rope that binds her. His face is solemn, but his eyes are full of tension.

"Are you hurt, eh?"

Mian Mian shakes her head slowly and heavily.

She had no time to hesitate to open her little arms around his waist and lean her head against him -

the man's broad palm pressed her back brain and gently rubbed it.

Fortunately, she's OK.

It's good she's OK.

Jiang Li was beaten to the ground. She could not lift her head. If she could lift her head, everyone would see her hatred with blood under her eyes.

……

Zhan Muqian appeased the obviously frightened little thing for a while.

When she gradually recovered, he turned around, and Sen's cold eyes swept everyone in the study.

Cold air bursts, eyes light and kill.

"Don't worry, Muqian. Mianmian is OK. Your grandmother just asked her to come back and ask for something..." the chief's wife explained

Zhan Muqian sneered coldly.

"Questions?"

His voice line is very serious, and his eyes are too cold to mix half of the temperature.

"When will I and Muqian's wife be tied back to ask questions?"

Zhan Muqian has a bad temper, but he seldom attacks.

In addition to being strict and ruthless in the military and modest and polite at home, these elders have not seen him lose his temper for at least ten years since he was a teenager.