The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Jiang Fu still had her back to the door. She looked at Song Yun who was sitting opposite and said, "What's wrong with the eldest princess? Mr. Jiang, please give her a glass of water."

Song Yun raised her hand and hit her chest: "Cough cough cough cough!"

Stop talking, stop talking!

Jiang Shen: "..."

He silently reached out, picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water and put it in front of Song Yun.

"Yes, yes, there are a lot of men. If it doesn't work, let's change." Song Yun pursed her lips and glanced at the tea cup in front of her, gently twitching the corners of her lips, and said, "The princess really needs to change to a man, Ah Fu. That’s not necessary.”

"I think General Xie is doing well."

Jiang Fu stood next to An Le, his fingers fell on An Le's blue clothes, and he was silent for a moment.

Anle sat there, as if thinking for two seconds, and then solemnly said, "Indeed, Ah Fu does not need to change."

Although she died early in her previous life, judging from the signs before her death, Xie Cheng had no other problems except being clingy.

There are very few people in Yandu who have only one wife in their family.

Xie Cheng sat in front of the door, his eyes fell on the slender figure, Yin Hong's thin lips opened slightly, and said, "What are you thinking about? I have been thinking for so long. Are you thinking of changing to some young talent in Yandu?"

Jiang Fu turned around after hearing his voice.

She curled her eyes and smiled happily, "Why are you back so soon?"

"Things went smoothly." Eleven pushed Xie Cheng in. Xie Cheng glanced at An Le and said, "That's why I came back early."

He was pushed in front of Jiang Fu, looked at the few empty plates left on the table, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Isn't there anything left? I'm hungry."

The man raised his head slightly and said again with a smile: "I want to eat~"

"There are still some vegetables left, how about I cook them for you?" Jiang Fu looked down at him and said, "But there's not much left, how about some noodles for you to mix with and eat?"

Xie Cheng squinted his eyes and nodded, placing his fingers on his abdomen and said, "Well, anything will do. I can support you very well."

When he said this, everyone else in the room twitched their lips in unison.

Especially Song Yun.

Easy to feed?

Your reputation of being picky and difficult to talk to Xie Cheng has spread to Zhuque, but you can still say that you are easy to support without a blushing face and a heartbeat?

It's really yours.

Anle also gently twitched the corners of his mouth and moved to the side, further away from Jiang Fu.

It's really easy to make a living.

The armor is specially made, and the weapons must be famous swords and swords. When he was competing with others, the military aircraft camp found a famous gun for him, but he said that the gun was only barely usable...

Jiang Fu's eyes twitched and he stared at Xie Cheng's clear and handsome face. He hesitated for a moment and then explained, "Qingqing doesn't like the eighth prince anymore. She used to like him for so long and she couldn't let go. When there are troubles, I am her friend and always want to comfort her."

Xie Cheng smiled softly while sitting in his wheelchair, nodded, and said in understanding, "Yes, I understand, I didn't say anything."

"After all, between me and Ah Fu, it's really me who is chasing Ah Fu." He raised his head slightly and said, "So I have to talk about my advantages so that Ah Fu won't replace me so quickly. Falling is not."

Song Yun sat there, staring at him strangely.

You didn't say anything, but it was better than saying it. At this time, you understood that silence is better than sound.

The ends of Xie Cheng's eyes were slightly raised, like the legendary nine-tailed fox that captivates the soul. He gently stretched out his hand, grabbed a small corner of Jiang Fu's clothes, lowered his voice and said, "I'm easy to support, don't replace me." oh."