Obsessed warlord young marshal x aristocratic young master 3

t alha. Yang Gong looks down on me and prefers those with more alha."Ning Shumo watched Xie Wan's figure disappear.Thinking about what the other person just said, I couldn't help but clench my hands.H...Many people came to offer gifts, and many people entered the residence of the young marshal.

"It is said that Ah Ma stayed in the Shao Shuai Mansion all the time, watching Shao Shuai grow up. She laid peanuts and red dates under the bedsheets, saying it was for good luck."

Ning Shu was a little speechless.

His eyes dimmed slightly.

He's not a woman, so how could he possibly give birth to a child for Fu Sichen

"A Ma held the pretty young man's hand and said, 'Don't believe anything they say outside, and don't mind it. I watched Shao Shuai grow up, marry you as his wife, he will definitely cherish you in the future.'"

She had a kind and benevolent face, looking like someone who was blessed with good fortune.

Ning Shu couldn't help but blush slightly, drooping her long eyelashes and becoming a little lost in thought. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Have I really married Fu Snian"

A-Ma went out the door and came back a little while later, carrying an album.

The photo is black and white, seeming somewhat old. The boy in the album is only eight or nine years old, staring directly at the lens. His expression appears cold and serious, yet also quite innocent. His deep blue eyes are remarkably similar to those he has now.

With delicate features.

"Mama seems to be a little nostalgic: 'The gentlemen left early, though they left behind the ancestral property. The Young Marshal took this position at nineteen, but his temperament has become increasingly cold.'"

"I told him years ago to get married, whether it was a wife or a concubine. Having someone caring by his side could always be comforting."

"Amma's words were rambling as she muttered, "There are so many wealthy daughters by the sea who want to marry into our family, but he doesn't even look at any of them." She glanced at the handsome young man before her, his face like a blooming peach and eyes like shimmering phoenixes. Then, she suddenly smiled."

Then he touched his face and said, "The young commander will be back one day. I don't know why he is in such a good mood today. When he is happy, he practices shooting in the courtyard. The longer he practices, the happier he is."

"That day, as soon as we started practicing, we kept going until evening." A-Ma seemed to be lost in thought about that day and said, "I've never seen Shao Shuai so happy before."

She held the young man's hand and said, "The day I heard he stormed into Young Master Li's banquet and pulled out a gun, I guessed he must have run into someone that day."

Ning Shu's mood couldn't help but stir, her whole heart trembling.

"Mother continued, "I thought it must be some rich young miss." She smiled, a few fine lines appearing around her eyes. "I thought for sure he wouldn't be able to contain himself and would take her back immediately. He may seem cold, but deep down, he has a rather domineering nature."

The young man nodded. “It was a bit domineering.”

General isn't just cold on the outside, he's cold to the bone. You expect him to understand what it means to let go The strong control within a warlord's world is ingrained in his very being, how could he possibly let go

A-ma still wanted to say more, but she didn't know she couldn't stay long.

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but look at the photo frame and ask, "Mama, can I keep this"

"Alright, madam," said Mother with a smile.

Ning Shu pursed her lips, feeling a little awkward, and couldn't help but say, "Mother, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me by my name."

He touched the photo album left by his mother.

I couldn't help but take a serious look at the child inside.

The child had a serious expression, but compared to the current truly cold and ruthless Fu Shaoshuai, he still had a bit of childishness and cuteness.

Ning Shu couldn't help but think, back then, Fu Shuo when his parents were still alive, wouldn't he have been like other children, getting angry and willful, or acting cute

He touched the photo album.

I was so engrossed in the reading that I lost track of time.

As soon as the door to the room creaked open, Ning Shu's heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she tucked the photo album behind her back.

Perhaps it felt like it was hiding too poorly, or perhaps there wasn't enough time to hide anymore.

The photo was shoved directly under the edge of the bedding by the young man.

It was getting dark, and Ning Shu only then realized that the weather outside had also changed. It had rained recently, and it had become somewhat colder. In a short time, winter might be here. It usually rains near the coast this time of year.

I reckon this year will be no different.

Fu Shen just came in from outside, with a faint scent of pine on him. Although he was still wearing his military uniform, it was very different from before.

He might have had a little too much to drink.

There was a faint smell of alcohol on the man.

The general first sat down and carefully examined the young man for a few moments, then asked, "Have you had your fill"

He asked suddenly.

Ning Shu couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, then nodded: "I had some pancakes when I came here earlier, and Mother also sent a little food."

He wasn't quite sure why the other person asked that.

But then Ning Shu immediately understood.

The general reached out and gripped his chin, his navy blue eyes drooping down to look at him, a cold and indifferent voice pressing over, "That's good then."

Meanwhile.

Another hand reached into the young man's clothes.

Ning Shu only then reacted, Fu Snian had asked this question as soon as he entered the door. His ears burned with shame, but he felt that if he refused now, it would be too pretentious.

Just the photo hidden under the blankets made him feel uneasy.

Then his mind would always be distracted, and his attention wouldn't be as focused.

Fu Shaoshu seemed to have noticed, with a hint of displeasure. Or perhaps a touch of punishment, he pressed him against the headboard and then began kissing him slowly.

That hand just so casually lifted the young man's chin.

Ning Shu's pretty face gradually turned rosy, her beauty was breathtaking. Even her phoenix eyes became misty and alluring, though her pale hand gently pushed against the bed.

That delicately shaped brow furrowed slightly.

Something hard was pressed against my waist, uncomfortable.

Once she realized what it was, Ning Shu's mood instantly tightened.

He almost forgot that he had hidden the photo here. Perhaps it was just luck, but it somehow found its way to their feet, as if deliberately wanting to make its presence known.

The youth's clothes were messy and open.

The young marshal's kiss mark fell upon that fair, beautiful chest. He pursed his lips slightly, but his thoughts began to race. He wondered how he could take it away without the other person noticing.

Those obsidian eyes met mine, carrying a chill: "What's wrong"

Ning Shu's heart skipped a beat, pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing." She tried her best to block the position of the photo with her body, cooperating with Jun Ye's movements.

It's just that the thing pressing against him was making him a little uncomfortable.

But it was still suppressed, and it shouldn't be noticed for a while.

Thinking about this, Ning Shu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. But he didn't look at Fu Shaoshuai, who glanced lightly at his back. His obsidian eyes deepened slightly.

Maybe the general felt like it.

Ning Shu was pressed there and kissed for a long time, the general showed no intention of moving away.

The young man couldn't help but feel a little downcast.

He didn't know why Shao Shu was so fond of this place, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out with both hands and proactively wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

Whether it's a hint or a clear statement.

Generally speaking, Fu Sian would at this point, no matter what, directly hug the person and their clothes would end up scattered on the ground.

But when Ning Shu got closer, she discovered that Fu Shaoshuai still didn't intend to draw his gun directly. Instead, he held her waist, playing with the places where his thin lips had tasted, each one burning hot.

Ning Shu slightly averted her face, a delicate blush adorning the corner of her eyes. However, she didn't notice that the military officer subtly leaned forward, his hand reaching behind her.

At first, Ning Shu didn't feel anything amiss. The vertebrae being touched by the man sent a tingling sensation through her spine.

Until Fu Shaoshuai took out the photo from behind.

Only then did he come to his senses, realizing he had been tricked.

Fu Sian held the photograph, his ink-blue eyes skimming over it before returning to the young man's face with a gaze that carried a hint of coolness.

Ning Shu hadn't waited for him to speak before she pursed her lips and said, "It... it was brought by Mama. I forgot to take it back."

Fu Sinian's deep eyes stared at him, with a hint of something unclear: "Then how did he end up under Ning Si Shao's command"

Ning Shu's face was flushed red with shame. Even in his past life, he had never felt so humiliated.

He remained silent, his eyes fixed on the photograph, a hint of regret in them. There was also a longing for the picture to comply with his wishes, to somehow stretch its legs and disappear.

Fu Sinian's obsidian eyes seemed to have a viscous quality to them.

Although Ning Shu didn't see a smile on the general's face, he still felt that the general in front of him seemed to have become somewhat excited. Including his previous actions, there was a hint of urgency that was barely noticeable.

Lost in the throes of youth, his mind was a whirlwind. His pale skin bore the marks of passionate encounters. Suddenly, a chill ran up his wrist, causing him to look down instinctively.

I discovered my hands were bound.

While the general was slowly unbuttoning his uniform.

Ning Shu couldn't help but show a slightly angry expression. This time, she directly called out Shao Shuai's name.

"Do you like this picture" the general asked, pinching his cheek.

Ning Shu's ears turned red.

Calmly said, "Who said I like..."

He struggled, lifting his eyes with a hint of shame and indignation. "Fu Sian, let go of me."

The general held the back of his neck, his deep voice echoing, "Since young master Ning likes it so much, then let's watch it do its thing tonight, shall we"

Ning Shu's expression twisted in slight shock, mortified beyond words.

Fu Sinian truly kept his promise. As long as Ning Shu's body moved even slightly, and Fu Sinian just turned his gaze ever so slightly, he could see the photo placed nearby.

Master Bone is a psychopath at heart.

Ning Shu couldn't help but regret it a little. This person could do things like that at the cabaret theater from the start, they were never a good person to begin with.

Fu Shaoshuai was quite satisfied.

The newly-married young marshal's wife kept him up all night.

The madam's little mouth is always so red.

The general liked it very much.and so smooth that girls couldn't help but envy him a little.After his shower, he was left with a hint of moisture on his skin. His exposed calves were slender and beautiful, and there was a softness...