"Well, Frey, let me know, what is the Marshal's attitude towards her? In this way, I can also explain to the people below." As I heard in the office today, I only explained her school time, and the rest was left to my discretion. Instructor management, as a hands-off shopkeeper, how low is his emotional intelligence?

Lu Sen rubbed his hands and touched Frey curiously.

"This..." Frey looked at Wangtian subconsciously, he also wanted to sell him a face, the president of the military academy, maybe one day he went to the military academy to study, and he would seek a living under this man, but he was true I do not know!

When he asked the marshal for instructions that day, the marshal did not shy away from letting him bring Leng Yiyao to the marshal's mansion, and he was full of lawsuits.

Who would let the woman he likes come to watch the scene where he ordered the killing of 160 officers? Brain and blood mixed together, looks good?

Especially after shooting so many people, he said lightly, "The whole family of these people should also be slaughtered."

What kind of girl has such a big heart, when faced with such a scene, she will scream and say, "So handsome, so MAN, so heroic and extraordinary, Marshal, I'm chasing you!"

In fact, it proves that Leng Yiyao's brain circuit is really different from that of ordinary girls.

She simply didn't! opposite! answer!

She didn't respond when she saw others die, and she still didn't respond when she saw the top generals of the empire begging for mercy.

In his eyes, it was even so calm that he seemed to be lying on the sofa in the morning, reading a historical record, and watching the turmoil inside, but he stayed out of it and waited indifferently.

This self-sustainability, have to say, is somewhat similar to the marshal.

"Frey?" Lu Sen watched helplessly as he asked a question. The other party looked up at the sky and didn't respond for a long time. What happened?

"Cough cough." Frey recovered and coughed awkwardly, "About Miss Leng... To be honest, I can't help you."

He decided to confess and be lenient.

After all, the number of times that Marshal and Leng Yiyao actually met is not too many, but it is true that they are more startling each time.

It was the first time in his life that he saw the marshal sitting a little girl on his lap, and it was also the first time that he saw the marshal touching a girl's eyes and quietly said, "Your eyes are very beautiful. ."

But what about going further? No more.

It was said that she was not allowed to contact Lu Chen again, didn't she not completely stop it today?

Besides, the marshal was in command at the age of 20, and now he is 24. Leng Yiyao is only 16 years old this year, and the difference is 8 years old. This, this is not surprising at all if he is 30 years old and 22 years old. But why now, looking at the little girl's not fully developed body, why does he feel a little shocking no matter what?

Eh, forgive his language level, although he thinks "shocking" is not the way to use it, but he really can't think of other adjectives.

"Anyway..." He took a deep breath and finally concluded: "No matter what material requirements Miss Leng puts forward, as long as it's not too much, try to meet them." The incident at the Marshal's Villa was relayed, but after this incident, his attitude towards Leng Yiyao was completely polite.

"Understood." Lu Sen felt that Frey's hint was already obvious. I couldn't help but secretly figured out the degree of this grasp, and finally left with peace of mind, thinking as I walked: The people around the marshal are really good people. Three personal guards, and now two have been promoted to senior generals, leaving Frey. I am afraid that he has been with him since he was a child, and he cannot be separated for a while, and no one can take over his work. After a while, the marshal asked him to be gilded and trained, and 100% will be brought to his military academy. At that time, he must give back well, thank you for this reminder today...

Frey sent off the two "guests" for lunch, turned around and immediately returned to the Marshal's office.

It is rare that the marshal did not have a lunch break, but took a book and was passing the time.

When the words came to his mouth, looking at the marshal's quiet profile, he suddenly didn't know how to speak...