The first domineering pet: the young marshal's darling

Chapter 53 Disappointment
In addition, there were many soldiers in uniform that she was not familiar with.

Mu Jiayun swallowed her saliva, walked over unhurriedly, and the soldiers pointed their bayonet guns at her, and warned menacingly: "Idlers are not allowed to approach."

Mu Jiayun was taken aback, and frightened, he glanced at the several soldiers guarding the door one by one.

The sight finally stopped on one of the soldiers in customs uniform, who happened to be looking at her, and she smiled at the soldier, "Hello, sir, we know each other, please inform me, I will ask to see Mr. Wu, okay? "

The soldier in front of her was none other than the soldier who pushed her to the front of the Wu mansion and was beaten thirty times by Wu Hansen.

In this way, the other party was punished because of her, would he bear a grudge against her for not wanting to inform her?

She clenched the small bag in her hand, thinking of giving the other party a little reward, but she didn't have a few yuan in the bag, and taking it out would only make people laugh.

The soldier was silent for a few seconds, thinking to himself: The last time he was beaten because of this girl, it can be seen that this girl must have a special status in the chief's heart.

If she is sent away today, will Chief Wu be angry?

After weighing the weight in his heart, he made a gesture and told the soldiers in front to put down the gun.

"Miss, please wait a moment." The soldier turned and walked into the theater.

After a while, the soldier came out of the theater and nodded to Mu Jiayun: "Our chief invites you in."

For this answer, Mu Jiayun was very surprised.

It was too easy to be allowed in, but her heart trembled.

Stepping into the gate of the theatre, and pushing aside the heavy cold curtain, a gust of heat hit her, making her shiver.

The heating in the house made the temperature rise by more than ten degrees. There was a row of expensive coats hanging at the door, and a rectangular carved wooden screen in front of the coats blocked the scenery in front of them.

I only heard Yingying Yanyan inside, laughing and laughing.

What Mu Jiayun couldn't bear was a strong smell of tobacco, which was not a cigarette used by normal people, but opium; it also had another name, opium.

The reason why she is so sensitive to opium is that she has done research on opium abroad.

Of course, it is not to study how opium smoke is more addictive, but to study how to help addicted people quit smoking.

Her dream in the past was to return to China after finishing her studies, to help people in China quit smoking, to prevent foreigners from using opium to poison the health of Chinese people, and to prevent foreigners from bullying Chinese people.

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

She couldn't even find a job, so how could she talk about the great cause of helping Chinese people quit smoking.

At this moment, not to mention fulfilling my dream, even my family members cannot be rescued. One can imagine how naive I was once.

Mu Jiayun held the small bag tightly with one hand, and the other hand hung down on his waist, trying to keep graceful and calm across the screen.

The picture behind the screen was even more unsightly than she thought.

In the huge theater hall, all the seats were removed, leaving only a round wooden table, and five men sat around the round table.

Obviously, this is someone who took over the entire theater with a large sum of money.

Two of them were men in military uniforms holding cigarette sticks, and they were smoking big cigarettes.

The others were dressed in suits, and they looked talented and handsome.

What is unsightly is that each of them is sitting in the arms of a beautiful woman, and one of the women's cheongsam has been unbuttoned, revealing the white and tender skin inside, which is particularly annoying.

The other women were not much better, they were drunk, their faces were like peach blossoms, and they were charming and seductive. The man who was holding them felt itchy, and naturally his hands couldn't rest. He was playing with the woman's chest under the eyes of everyone. .

The stage not far away was deserted and dark.

And Yu Ruyan, the famous actor who was promoted by Wu Hansen, held a peach blossom fan, and stood two meters in front of the round table singing that the imperial concubine was drunk.

The singing is beautiful and the tune is moving.

What a picture scroll of drunkenness, drunkenness and dreams.

There are many wars outside, the Eight-Power Allied Forces burned, killed and looted, and the people are in dire straits, but they enjoy themselves extremely here.

For some reason, Wu Hansen's upright and awe-inspiring image in her mind was instantly shattered.

Mu Jiayun stood there for a long time with a blank expression on his face. The people in the room were laughing and playing, full of pornographic jokes, completely treating her as air.

She came here to ask for help, so naturally she didn't expect to wait for others to ask her to ask for it.

She walked to Wu Hansen's side without haste, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Wu."

Wu Hansen hugged the beauty in his arms and turned a deaf ear.

The girl in his arms is about 16 years old. She wears heavy makeup, and her eyebrows and eyes are expressive, seductive.

Wu Hansen didn't speak, but an older man in military uniform spoke, "Young Marshal, the first gift I gave you today is a chick, why did you call someone else?"

The man who spoke was a teacher under Wu Hansen's father, named Wang Zhongyi.

Wang Zhongyi was in his forties, he was tall and big, he shouted a big cigarette, and he spoke loudly, and when he yelled at the top of his voice, everyone stared at Mu Jiayun with a smile.

Mu Jiayun is a typical pure beauty, that kind of holy beauty is like ice and snow, making people have a crazy urge to touch her at a glance.

Only by letting her pair of beautiful and exaggerated eyes be dyed with the color of lust, can the strong desire in her heart be satisfied.

If Mu Jiayun is a piece of meat, then the men present here are hungry wolves who will pounce on her and eat her at any time.

But the beauties belong to Wu Hansen, even if they starve to death, they can only feast their eyes and dare not pick them.

Wu Hansen turned his back to Mu Jiayun. He played with a jade bracelet on the woman in his arms, and said casually: "Zhong Yi, do you think it is the beauty I brought? Or the beauty you gave me?"

Wang Zhongyi laughed a few times boldly, "The woman next to the young commander is naturally unparalleled, where can I find a second one in the world."

"What's the use of being beautiful and disobedient?" Wu Hansen raised his sexy lips, and glanced at the graceful figure beside him with his eyes like a sharp sword.

Wang Zhongyi laughed even more exaggerated, "If you don't obedient, deal with women, it is nothing more than a woman, fist and aphrodisiac, pour her to death, then pour the medicine, do it in the dead, there are several times back and forth. Even a horse can be tamed and tamed."

Mu Jiayun's heart trembled with anger when he heard such vicious metaphors and methods.

Warlords, bandit habits.
Women are human too, why do they treat women like this?
So ruthless, so daring, so
She didn't dare to think about it, she was afraid that she couldn't help throwing the bag in her hand at the man in front of her.

Just when Mu Jiayun's heart was about to explode, Wu Hansen suddenly looked back at her, and said slowly, "Miss Mu Jia, do you think this method is good?"

(End of this chapter)