Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 89
It is Ning Zimo's usual way of doing things that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, but he has tolerated Tan Su again and again, except for these things, Tan Su's female status alone is not enough Should Ning Zimo be wary of her?

Qi Bing was a little worried. He had been with Ning Zimo for almost eight years, and he had never been so worried. He always felt that some kind of danger was approaching, and he could sense it but couldn't avoid it.

Ning Zimo didn't seem to feel his worry, he still squinted his eyes and smiled as usual, the moment he opened the door, he suddenly froze.

Bai Ruo changed Tan Su into women's clothes. The goose-yellow dress hung straight to the ground. She held her waist tightly. Her petite body easily made people want to protect her. When she turned her head, she met Ning Zimo's eyes. With a flattering smile, the whole room brightened up.

"Master Xiang, Tan Su hasn't worn women's clothes for a long time, it feels weird." She lifted her belt, looking clumsy, but it made people reluctant to scold her.

Ning Zimo took two steps forward, his tall figure completely enveloped her, he bent down to help her untie her belt and put it on again, this action encircled her in his arms, Tan Su didn't dare to move, and looked over his shoulder Falling on Qi Bing, I felt his gaze was colder than the sword in his hand.

Bai Ruo stared blankly, forgetting even the etiquette. She knew that Ning Zimo had always doted on Tan Su, but she had been in the prime minister's office for eight years, and she had never seen Ning Zimo condescend to do such trivial things, let alone do such small things for a man. woman.

"Okay." He picked up Tan Su, held her firmly in his arms with his weak arms, turned and walked outside, "If you don't look at the plum blossoms, it will be dark."

Tan Su leaned in his arms, unexpectedly relieved, he was a civil servant, always had a scent of ink on his body, slender, his chest was not strong, even a little weak, but he seemed to be able to support her.

She leaned against his heart and couldn't help asking him: "Master Xiang, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Before Ning Zimo could return to her, Qi Bing put a piece of clothing on her body carelessly, covering Tan Su's head.

Tan Su quickly got out and stared at Qi Bing, but dared not speak out.

Ning Zimo laughed out loud, feeling very refreshed, "With Qi Bing here, why should I practice martial arts?"

Tan Su didn't give up, and asked again: "Then what if he's not here?"

Ning Zimo hadn't thought about this question yet, and after a pause, Qi Bing's eyes felt like eating people, and he replied coldly: "I won't be here."

Tan Su was a little afraid of Qi Bing's gaze, so she hid in her arms, "Mr. Xiang, why don't you learn a little self-defense yourself."

"Hehe..." Ning Zimo recalled some past events, and couldn't help laughing, "Ning Xiu said that in three years, I can learn court fighting to the top, but I can't practice martial arts to the top, so it's better not to learn, so I point out I asked Qi Bing to be my bodyguard."

"It's impossible for Xiangye to stay with him every day, just in case..." Tan Su said halfway, but was forced back by Qi Bing's cold gaze.

He swore coldly, "I won't be here."

Tan Su was not convinced, "What about the time when Xiangye was in the bridal chamber?"

Qi Bing blushed suddenly, looked at Tan Su as if he was looking at a monster, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Ning Zimo laughed "puchi", his eyes were warm and his voice was as gentle as water, "Susu, he has a thin skin, don't tease him like this."

Walking to the door, Mu Jiufang was also there, with a stinky face and the boss was unhappy, "What plum blossoms are you looking at in winter?"

Ning Zimo ignored him and walked past him directly. Qi Bing walked up to Mu Jiufang, stared at him with wide eyes, and lifted him onto his back with his hand.

(End of this chapter)