The villain of Kuaishou is my treasure

Lieutenant Li was puzzled and dazed, and walked into the bungalow with Xiao Rao.

They talked for half an hour.

Lieutenant Li: "..."

Tears are almost down.

"You, you want so much money!"

He was crying.

20 cash, a German-made car, villas, gold and silver jewelry, and toilets all inlaid with gold rims...

Let's go a little bit.

Just a singer! ! !

"Huo Yunting is a young marshal, he is marrying a wife, not a concubine, he should give a dowry~" Xiao Rao raised her eyebrows and sneered, her enchanting willow eyebrows were raised high, revealing a sense of glamour.

"What? You young commanders all agreed, you little brat, you're really hard to deal with!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Lieutenant Li was sweating coldly, and waved his hands again and again, "Miss Xiao, this subordinate will go back and discuss with the young commander, and I will give you a betrothal gift in three days' time."

"Just a moment, just a moment!"

He said, wiped his sweat and turned to leave respectfully.

But when he got to the door, he gave a sudden pause, turned around slowly, and asked in a low voice, "Well, Miss Xiao, I would like to ask you, you want so much dowry, your dowry..."

How much?

"Marrying a man, marrying a man, dressing and eating, I have already lived in the house, isn't it enough?"

Xiao Rao raised her eyebrows, waved a small fan with her slender hand, and leaned against the door.

"Anyway, I will take back whatever dowry you give me, and I won't subsidize others."

she said casually.

Lieutenant Li: "..."

He gasped, his body trembled, and he almost didn't roll down the stairwell.

Ms. Xiao, my living ancestor, both of your parents are dead, and your six relatives are dead. You only have a younger sister with you when you get married. Do you want to use the dowry to make up for it?Who is it for?

You can't give the little boy a bad face.

With a sullen face, he said, "Yes, Miss Xiao, this subordinate understands."

"Immediately report to the Young Marshal."

After Lieutenant Li finished speaking, he didn't want to stop for a moment, turned around and ran away.

In the mansion.

Xiao Rao raised her eyes lazily, glanced at his back, stepped back enchantingly to the side of the bed, and sat down sideways.

[Sister Rao, what should we do next? 】

9527 asked in a low voice.

[What to do, what to do. 】

Xiao Rao said softly, with a smile that was not a smile, and her lips curled up charmingly, 【The original body's request is quite simple. 】

[It’s nothing more than punishing the white-eyed wolf and acting as the protagonist for the upper body. For me, hehe, it’s not difficult. 】

She spread her hands leisurely.

【But Huo Yunting doesn't like you, look at him just now, kneeling in pain and wanting to explain to Xiao Wanqing! ! ] 9527 snorted, 【After doing so many tasks, I have never seen a man like him. 】

[Words and reputations are better than him! 】

[At most, people are backing for group pets, but they don't have any affection. 】

[I actually took you as a substitute. 】

She muttered dissatisfied.

Xiao Rao raised her eyes and smiled indifferently.

[It's okay, little 9, we're not angry, anyway, for me right now, he's just a tool to complete the branch and let me show my affection...]

[With the witchcraft doll in hand, do you think I will suffer? 】

She spoke softly.

Highlighting the slender fingers of bright red Danko, warmly brushing the ugly and cute straw doll.

Twist your fingertips hard.

-

Young Marshal's Mansion, study room.

Huo Yunting had just put down his whip, sat in the grand master's chair, and felt a twitching pain on his forehead.

His handsome face instantly darkened.

There were bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

"Young commander, what's the matter with you?"

The housekeeper was so frightened that he burst into fear, "Xiao Xu, hurry up, call Doctor Wang over here, the young commander's old injury has recurred!"

He kept urging.

Huo Yunting went to the battlefield at the age of 13, and his father, Marshal Huo, died at the age of 17. He ruled the three provinces of the Northland for 10 years, and went through more than a hundred wars. It was an old injury, although it was not serious...

But the housekeeper was really afraid that something would happen to him.

Young Marshal has no children!

Something happened to him, what about the hundreds of thousands of 'Huo Jiajun' in the three northern provinces?

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

he shouted loudly.

"Yes Yes!"

The guard Xiao Xu made repeated noises, turned around and ran away.

Huo Yunting's headache was about to split, and he didn't have time to stop it.

Several times today, his body was in severe pain, and he knelt in pain with his endurance...

He also had doubts in his heart, so he closed his eyes and wiped off the blood on the corners of his lips, and waited quietly.

After a while, the resident doctor Wang of the Marshal's Mansion came with a medicine box in his hand, and checked it carefully inside and out.

"Young commander, you are in good health and there is nothing wrong with you!"

he announced.

"Young Marshal is vomiting blood~~" the guard Xiao Xu anxiously grabbed Dr. Wang's arm, "How could it be all right? It must be a relapse of an old injury."

"Look carefully!"

"I saw that the young handsome is as strong as a cow."

Doctor Wang was helpless.

The housekeeper frowned, and he looked at Huo Yunting, who was frowning and his face was as white as paper.

"Young Marshal, this old slave will find a foreign doctor to come over to show you?"

"no need."

Huo Yunting waved his hand, feeling his headache slowly ease, "Is there any problem with my body?"

He tilted his head and asked in a deep voice.

"Absolutely not."

Dr. Wang repeatedly promised.

Huo Yunting nodded, didn't ask any more questions, but ordered, "Uncle Qian, next Thursday, I'm going to get married, you should prepare in advance."

"Ah, marry, with whom? Miss Wan Qing's sister, the singer?"

Steward Qian was startled, then shook his head.

"Young Marshal, don't you want to take her as your concubine? That's not considered a wedding, it's just a concubine."

"Just get a pink sedan chair and set up a few tables for small banquets. The old slave has ordered a few words, and there is nothing to prepare."

he whispered.

He harbored great malice towards Xiao Rao in his heart.

After all, how could a singing girl be worthy of her young handsome man?

But he has a good face, just like Miss Wan Qing.

Butler Qian sighed.

Huo Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's not a concubine."

"It's a wife and marriage. Next Thursday, the handsome mansion welcomes the mistress."

He lowered his voice.

Butler Qian: "..."

Instantly sluggish.

The guard Xiao Li and Dr. Wang stopped what they were doing at the same time.

The amazed medicine box dropped.

"Marry?"

"Mrs……"

The three of them spoke in unison, stunned. They were stunned for a moment, just about to ask.

Suddenly.

'Knock knock knock'.

There was a knock on the door.

Butler Qian came back to his senses and hurriedly opened the door.

Lieutenant Li, who was full of travel and dust, stood at attention when he entered the door and saluted, "Young Marshal, this subordinate has already discussed the wedding with Miss Xiao, she, she wants a betrothal gift..."

I asked for a lot!

"Give it to her." Huo Yunting said in a low voice.

The handsome and handsome face showed impatience.

"However, young commander, Miss Xiao, she, she... This is the dowry gift she wants, and the subordinates have already made a list~"

Lieutenant Li paused.

Huo Yunting took it indifferently, his eagle eyes swept away, he didn't say anything, but directly threw the list to Steward Qian.

"Get her ready."

Steward Qian took it in a daze, and lowered his eyes.

His eyes widened in an instant, and the eye sockets were almost torn open.

"This this……"

Is this a bandit fight?

That singing girl took his young master as a victim, this way of killing, it's just, it's just...

"Thursday wedding, you and Xiao Rao hand over."

Huo Yunting frowned and closed his eyes.

Butler Qian: "..."

"Yes, the old slave understands."

He lowered his eyes respectfully, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

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