Second Marriage with the Alliance Marshal

C7

Xu Xinghe went straight to the bathroom after returning to his room.

After washing his face with water, he gradually calmed down.

He patted his face dully, a little annoyed.

Was he too sensitive just now?

When Marshal Ling asked him why he wanted joint custody of the child just then, his temper suddenly flared up.

undefinedBut after thinking about it carefully, Marshal Ling actually didn’t say anything excessive.

It was different from Mu Qingyun back then…

Xu Xinghe sighed silently and thought to himself: “Forget it, just let it be.”

Although the first meeting between the two was a bit unhappy, going forward, they’ll walk on their own sides of the road, which is better for everyone.

He took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom steaming in a bathrobe.

Then the bell sounded.

Xu Xinghe thought it was the servant who came to deliver something again, and said casually, “Please come in.”

The electronic door opened in response—

He never expected that it was Marshal Ling who came in!

This shock was really a bit big. Xu Xinghe’s feet stumbled and he tripped over the too long bathrobe.

The edge of the bathrobe was violently stepped on, and a large section was instantly torn off, revealing a large area of ​​smooth and tight skin on his chest.

Marshal Ling, who had just stepped into the door, and bumped into such a picture—

Since he had just taken a bath, Xu Xinghe’s originally fair skin was dyed a light pink, with hot vapor wafting off, like a small shrimp that had just been peeled.

A few small drops of water fell down the ends of his hair, rolling across his chest and over his flat abdomen, and then dripped down into the half of the bathrobe he grabbed in time…

Ling Changfeng stopped. His calm eyes rolled down with the drop of water.

A light flickered in the eyes.

At this moment, Xu Xinghe had only one thought in his heart: “F*ck! So embarrassing!”

He lifted his bathrobe angrily, wrapped himself up tightly, and tightened the belt.

The silky bathrobe and belt only outlined his slender waist.

The one-size bathrobe enveloped him. Like a child stealing an adult’s clothes, he looked funny and cute.

Also surprisingly attractive.

After he quickly tidied the bathrobe, Xu Xinghe raised his head and asked, “Why are you here?”

Marshal Ling’s expression had already returned to his usual indifference by then. “I’ll ask them to send you some suitable clothes later.” Then he added: “I’m here to tell you – yes.”

Xu Xinghe was confused. “Yes, what?”

Ling Changfeng looked into his eyes and said, “Joint custody of future children. If you want, of course you can.”

Xu Xinghe’s pupils shrank.

He never thought that after experiencing countless questions, ridicule, and abuse, just as he began to doubt himself, and question whether his insistence was really as unreasonable as people said, he actually got such a reply.