Adjutant Li was confused and stunned and walked into the villa with Xiao Rao.

They talked for half an hour.

Adjutant Li: “…”

The tears were almost over.

"You, you want so much money!"

He cried.

Two hundred thousand yuan has appeared in the ocean, a German-made car, villa, gold and silver jewelry, and toilets must be decorated with gold edges...

A little overdoing.

Just a singer!!!

"Huo Yunting is the young marshal. He is marrying a wife, not taking a concubine. It is appropriate to give a betrothal gift~" Xiao Rao raised her eyebrows and sneered, and her willow eyebrows were tall, bringing out a beautiful and lustful look.

"What? You young coach agrees, you little guy, it's so difficult!"

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

Adjutant Li sweated coldly and waved his hands repeatedly, "Miss Xiao, I will go back and discuss with the young coach. I will give you a betrothal gift in three days."

"Should you wait, wait!"

He said, turning respectfully away with sweat.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly paused, slowly turned around, and asked in a low voice, "Well, Miss Xiao, my subordinates took the initiative to ask, you want so many betrothal gifts, your dowry..."

Are there any geometry?

"I'm not enough to marry a man and get dressed and eat, I'm all in the mansion?"

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

"Anyway, I will take back many betrothal gifts to me and will not supplement others."

She said casually.

Adjutant Li: “…”

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

Miss Xiao, my living ancestor, both your parents died and your relatives died. There is only a sister left by your side, and you will be with you. Do you want to get a betrothal gift? Who are you giving it to?

You can't give a good guy any face.

He looked disappointed, "Yes, Miss Xiao, my subordinates understand."

"Report to the young marshal immediately."

After saying that, Adjutant Li didn't want to stop for a moment, he turned around and ran away.

In the western-style building.

Xiao Rao lifted her eyes lazily, swept her back and walked back to the bed, and sat down slantedly.

[Sister Rao, what should we do next?]

9527 asked in a low voice.

【What should I do, just do what I should do.】

Xiao Rao said lightly, smiling rather than laughing, curling her lips charmingly, [The original body's requirements are quite simple.]

[It's nothing more than just to cure the ungrateful wolf and be the protagonist on the substitute. For me, hehe, it's not difficult.]

She spread her hands leisurely.

[But Huo Yunting doesn't like you. Look at him like that just now, he kneeled down in pain and wanted to explain to Xiao Wanqing!!] 9527 hum, [I have never seen a man like him after doing so many tasks.]

[Everyone is better than him!]

[At most people are the backers of the group, but they are not involved in love with each other.]

【I actually treat you as a substitute.】

She muttered dissatisfiedly.

Xiao Rao lifted her eyes and smiled indifferently.

[It's okay, Xiao 9, we are not angry. Anyway, for me, he is just a tool for completing the branch line and letting me show my love...]

[With a witchcraft doll in hand, do you think I will suffer a loss?]

She said softly.

The delicate fingers of the bright red danke are highlighted, and the cute and cute straw doll is warm and gentle.

Twist your fingertips hard.

——

The Young Marshal's Mansion, Study Room.

Huo Yunting had just put down his whip and sat in the Taishi chair. He felt a twitching pain on his forehead.

His handsome and handsome face turned black in an instant.

Blood marks were leached from the corner of the mouth.

"Young Marshal, what's wrong with you?"

The housekeeper was so scared that he was terrified, "Xiao Xu, hurry up, call Dr. Wang over, the young coach's old injury has relapsed!"

He urged repeatedly.

Huo Yunting went to the battlefield at the age of 13, and his 17-year-old father, Marshal Huo, died in battle. He ruled the three northern provinces for 10 years. After more than a hundred major wars, he was covered in old injuries, although not serious...

But the butler is really afraid that something will happen to him.

The young man has no children!

Something happened to him. What should I do if the "Huo Family Army" with hundreds of thousands of yuan in the northern provinces?

"Hurry up, don't be too slow."

He shouted loudly.

“Yes, yes!”

Guard Xiao Xu kept saying a word, turned around and ran away.

Huo Yunting had a split headache and had no time to stop him.

I suffered severe physical pain several times today, and with his endurance, I fell to my knees...

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

After a moment, Dr. Wang from the Magistrate's Mansion came with the medicine box, carefully, and checked inside and out.

"Young Marshal, you are in good health, no problem!"

He announced.

"The young marshal vomited blood~~" Guard Xiao Xu said anxiously and grabbed Dr. Wang's arm, "How could it be fine? It must be a recurrence of old injuries."

"Look carefully!"

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

Dr. Wang was helpless.

The butler frowned, and he looked at Huo Yunting, whose face was as white as paper.

"Young Marshal, I'll find a foreign doctor to come to see you?"

"No."

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

He turned his head and asked in a deep voice.

“Absolutely not.”

Dr. Wang promised repeatedly.

Huo Yunting nodded and did not ask any more questions, but instead ordered, "Uncle Qian, I will get married next Thursday, so you can prepare in advance."

"Ah, who are you getting married? Is it Miss Wanqing's sister, that singer?"

Butler Qian was stunned and shook his head.

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

"Just make a pink sedan chair and set up a few tables and a small banquet. The old slave told me a few instructions, there is nothing to prepare."

He whispered in a low voice.

I had a lot of malicious intention towards Xiao Rao in my heart.

After all, how can a singer be worthy of her young coach?
To be continued...