Hemo walked out of the bedroom and stood in the living room, his eyes were cold and his expression was indifferent, his eyes looking at Leng Yiyao did not change at all, as if the words he just said were just casual words.

Except for Leng Yiyao, everyone else in the room didn't know what to express.

just thought that one of the riddles of the century was that the marshal never had a bedside person, so forget about the opposite sex, and even the guards would never be able to get close. Could it be that the sun came out from the west today? Let a girl stay in his room for the night?

Marshal does this mean to let her warm the bed?

However, will it be a little too much?

Although, this girl does look pretty good. The eyes are surprisingly bright, the figure is not bad, and the skin is so tender that it seems to be able to squeeze water, but after all, he is only a sixteen-year-old child.

According to international law, she is still an underage girl, isn't the marshal a little too picky?

This, how can this be a mouthful.

"Bam—"

In the strange silence of the people in the room, the door suddenly slammed with a heavy blow.

It was the sound of heavy objects hitting the door!

The group of people at the door has not left yet. The first prince, Lu Chen, is indeed a person whose head has been caught, and he dares to let people knock on the door!

Who gave his bear heart and leopard gall! Dare to rush into the marshal!

Frey's face turned cold, and he looked at the door with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people through the wall.

"Marshal, I'll go out and have a look." He lowered his head, took out the gun in his arms, and when he raised his face again, it was already indifferent.

Leng Yiyao touched his chin, and suddenly felt that this person had a baby face, and he looked a little childish, but when his face was full of murderous intent, it was indeed a little shocking.

The soldiers here are used to seeing blood and blood, and those who can save their lives on the battlefield are extremely indifferent to human life. She guessed that the life of the marshal's bodyguards would be too many to count.

"Let him go." Hemo waved his hand casually, turned around with a calm face, and pointed at her: "Come in with me."

Leng Yiyao's gaze followed his gaze, paused slowly, and then evoked a meaningful smile, and walked away in the stunned gaze of the two officers beside her.

It has to be said that the suites in the top hotels are indeed extraordinary. Behind her, there were bursts of banging sounds on the door, but there was no sign of the door loosening at all, but a louder than loud alarm echoed in the hotel corridor. It is estimated that tonight, the hotel executives want to sleep well. More difficult.

But right now, these are not what she cares about.

As the first general of the military region, Homer did not take the eldest prince in his eyes. For the royal family, it was a face-to-face slap!

But what does it matter?

He was used to being arrogant. Since he was really surrounded by people from the military region, no one dared to say a word!

What she didn't understand was what did Homer's resigned, even indifferent gesture mean?

The lighting in the room has obviously been adjusted by the designer, the light is sufficient but not impactful, and when it is reflected on the face, there is a slight arc of gentleness.

Homer sat on the bed and quietly looked at the girl standing in front of him, and suddenly a strange premonition arose.

This man actually stood less than ten steps away from him, his face full of contemplation, even looking at him was troublesome, obviously thinking of things outside the door.

When, when his charisma is low enough, a woman stays in his bedroom thinking about other men?