Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 537: The Republic of China, the Marshal's Gentle Cousin 6

After chatting with Baobao for a few sentences, Miaomiao was not so nervous anymore and started thinking about the content of the novel she had read before.

She followed Aunt Zhang slowly to the main building.

At this time, behind a balcony on the second floor with the curtains opened only a narrow gap, Mu Yuanzhao carefully hid his body inside, only sticking out a pair of eyes, staring closely at the downstairs.

His hands unconsciously gripped the balcony railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

And his eyes, through the narrow gap, kept following Miaomiao's figure coming from afar.

Mu Yuanzhao's eyes were intense and obsessed, and the fiery emotions were so full that they seemed to be overflowing, but he himself was completely unaware.

Miaomiao, who was walking leisurely towards the main building, suddenly stopped in her tracks as if she had been stared at by some large beast.

"Baobao, I feel like something is wrong here. My hairs are standing on end.

Is the security here really safe?"

Miaomiao frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in her expression, and she subconsciously asked Baobao.

Baobao was used to being asked this question.

I know the truth, but I can't say it, so I can only play it safe.

“The security here can almost be said to be the strongest in the entire Xia country. If this place is not safe, then there is no safe place.

Don't worry, it's probably because someone inside doesn't know you and is subconsciously wary, causing your hair to stand on end."

While listening to Baobao's answer, Miaomiao subconsciously glanced around, trying to find the source of her inexplicable uneasiness.

"Miss Miaomiao, what's wrong?"

On the contrary, Aunt Zhang walked a few steps and saw that the lady's cousin had not caught up, so she hurried over with a smile and asked.

"It's okay, let's go."

Miaomiao lowered her head and smiled gently, as if she had just stopped to rest.

Mu Yuanzhao subconsciously hid behind the curtains when Miaomiao glanced over here, but after a few seconds, he couldn't help but look at the graceful guest through the gap in the curtains.

He never knew that he was just looking at a person. Even though he was so far away, he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of that person.

And that plain cheongsam can be so charming when worn on the body.

It was clearly an elegant orchid, and it was clearly the simplest outfit, with not even a single hair accessory in her hair, but Mu Yuanzhao couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Just take a look, that's all. I can't cross that red line."

It was not until the little girl entered the main building that Mu Yuanzhao closed the last gap in the curtains. He just stood there, silently warning his uneasy heart.

"Young Marshal, Madam wants you to come down for dinner."

There was a knock on the door. Mu Yuanzhao looked at the documents on the table that had not been touched at all and let out a breath.

"Okay, I'll come down right now."

Mu Yuanzhao walked out of the study after tidying up the documents on the desk that he had never read.

Standing in the corridor on the second floor, he leaned slightly to the side and moved his ears slightly, and the voices of the women chatting on the first floor clearly entered his ears.

His mother's laughter was still as loud as ever, but amidst the noise, Mu Yuanzhao accurately captured that delicate and sweet sound.

Although he couldn't hear what was being said, ripples had already appeared in his heart.

He stood there, his body stiffened slightly, and his throat rolled inexplicably, as if a ball of fire was burning in his throat.

Mu Yuanzhao subconsciously raised his hand and unbuttoned one of the buttons on his neck, trying to relieve the inexplicable heat.

Then, when his hand felt the cold touch of the discipline buckle, he suddenly came to his senses and secretly regretted that he had lost his composure.

Mu Yuanzhao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. His mind was filled with the scene of mountains of corpses and rain of blood that he saw when he first went to the battlefield at the age of thirteen.

Sure enough, a minute later, his expression returned to its stern look.

In the face of brilliant death, other things seem even less important.

However, at this moment, Mu Yuanzhao had obviously chosen the wrong scene to keep himself calm. After all, since nothing matters in the face of death, then what is the importance of the so-called shackles of morality and ethics?

Relying on the memory of the mountains of corpses and rain of blood to calm yourself down now is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Why hasn't the eldest young master come down yet? He said he'd rest at home for half a day, but he's been busy in the study until now...

Go check on the young master, isn't he busy yet?"

The eldest lady was obviously getting impatient. The food was almost served, but her unfilial son had not come down yet, and her happiness for the whole afternoon was half gone.

Mu Yuanzhao did not hesitate any longer and slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

His eyes inadvertently swept across the hall, and he was instantly attracted by that elegant figure.

The elegant figure was having a pleasant conversation with his mother. Mu Yuanzhao could even clearly see the gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

Afraid of losing his composure, he quickly looked away, his throat dry...

"My son has finally appeared after much anticipation.

Come to Yuanzhao quickly, this is your distant cousin Miaomiao, whom I mentioned to you before."

The eldest lady saw her son coming down the stairs slowly from afar, as if he was unwilling to come closer, and she felt a little angry for some reason.

Her rebellious son has been in the military camp for a long time. Does it mean that when he sees women like these, he acts like a chaste and loyal husband and doesn't want to get close to them?

She walks so slowly that it seems like she is stepping on the beat. She is not the eldest daughter of some family, so why bother!

"Why don't you hurry up and come over to meet our relatives."

Although the eldest lady thought so, her rebellious son was good-looking, so she was willing to show off to her cousin.

Born in a turbulent time, especially before the eldest lady got married, not many of her relatives in her hometown had died.

As Miaomiao is Aunt Lan's descendant, the eldest lady feels particularly close to her when she sees her, and naturally hopes that her son can get along well with his relatives.

As for the age difference between the two people, the eldest lady was not afraid.

As long as his son doesn't like something, he won't be able to do it even if he knocks him out.

Mu Yuanzhao calmed himself down, tried to make his steps appear more natural, and walked slowly towards Miaomiao.

Thanks to his mother's introduction, his eyes finally naturally fell on Miaomiao. The amazement in that moment almost destroyed the defenses in his heart.

The closer I get, the more I want...

"Come here, son, call me aunt.

Although Miaomiao is young, she is older than me.”

Very good, the beautiful idea just now was instantly shattered by two words from my mother.

Miaomiao naturally felt the eldest lady's teasing, and followed Wen Wan to look at her nephew who was more than a head taller than her.

Their eyes met, Miaomiao was slightly stunned, then calmed down, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled politely and said nothing.

The goose bumps on my body rose layer by layer when our eyes met...