Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

After leaving the door, Qi Yichen paused, and suddenly the stubborn and proud smiling face on the stage in the morning appeared in his mind. He mentioned that when the woman went to the battlefield, that face was so bright and brilliant, immature but full of exuberant vitality.

Compared with the narrow-mindedness of the two women in it, her undisguised ambition and bravery are more admirable.

No wonder Young Marshal Mu looked down on the vulgar fans inside, jealous, calculating, the wrists of these little women are really not on the stage at all.

With a soft snort, he took out the phone that had been vibrating in his pocket for a long time, glanced at the message on it, put it back in his pocket, turned and left.

The good show just started tonight, so many vulgar fans are coveting a man, it is very interesting to think about that scene.

Little girl, don't disappoint me with your performance~

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The night in winter comes early, and the Luyi Villa under the night is like a pearl on the top of the mountain, and the bright lights illuminate half of the night sky.

The winding mountain road up the mountain is lit up, like a fire dragon entangled on the mountain. On a moonless night, the starry sky is as bright as washing.

The dinner started at 8 o'clock, and some important guests had already gone up the mountain one after another. For the evening banquet, the celebrities notified the makeup team they brought over early to start putting on makeup.

Yunxi and Mu Feichi were probably the least anxious. They only started to prepare after having dinner.

Mu Feichi changed into a dark green traditional military uniform, a white shirt with a dark green tie, and a medal and a ribbon of golden silk thread hung on the formal uniform that belonged exclusively to him, Marshal Mu Feichi.

The lower body is trousers and long military boots of the same color, which are different from the military green trousers and leather shoes of other military uniforms. This is a special military uniform that belongs to the young marshal of the military country. There is only one set in the entire military country, and it is also a military uniform that the president tacitly approves of. .

Yun Xi looked at the man standing in front of the mirror, she had seen this military uniform in her last life, it was the dress he wore when he was awarded the rank of young commander.

This dress is unique and represents his unique identity. He will wear it when he is visiting abroad and certain major festivals. At other times, casual clothes and camouflage clothes are more common.

He wore this outfit today, which put her in the same important position as military affairs!

Walking forward, she half tiptoed to tie his tie, her expression was serious and focused, as if she was doing a sacred thing, even her eyes were filled with incomparable piety and admiration.

Mu Feichi lowered his eyes and looked at the serious little thing in front of him, his thin lips raised lightly, his little heart finally grew up, and he looked forward to the days to come.

"Young Marshal, this dress of yours is so pretty!" This should be the most beautiful military uniform she has ever seen. It is unique in the entire military, and it also represents his unique identity as a young marshal.

Mu Feichi laughed softly, pinched her pink face, "You should be the prettiest tonight, go and change!"

Yun Xi nodded, went into the bedroom and took out the pink and white dress that Mu Feichi asked Ling Jing to send.

Ling Jing's design was impeccable, and the dress was cut according to her size. After changing into the dress, she looked up at the man sitting in the living room. The white gauze embroidered skirt flirted on the wooden floor.

Hearing the sound, Mu Feichi raised his eyes, his gloomy eyes fell on the opened carved wooden door, his slender figure stood silently, the classical and elegant charm left a long aftertaste at just one glance.

The delicate and pure beauty of a woman is almost perfectly performed on her body.

Neither too coquettish nor too youthful, it is just the best time of a woman, blooming into the most brilliant posture.