Second Marriage with the Alliance Marshal

C12

"Hey, it's a pity that his work is going to be wasted, the marshal won't eat..." The voice came to an abrupt end.

The two chatting servants finally saw who the tall figure was at the door of the kitchen. Their complexion quickly turned from red to white.

York shivered: "Mar, Marshal?!"

He was assigned to the backyard after being transferred to the Marshal's mansion, and had never had the chance to see the Marshal at all. This time, he finally had a close encounter, but was so scared that it took him a long time to remember to salute.

Marshal Ling didn't respond, and simply glanced at him.

undefinedThis glance alone made him feel what is called "an awn on the back, a sharp blade seals the throat".

York froze in place, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

In fact, an alpha does not need to release pheromones to suppress the other side, often one look can make the weather party instinctively fear for their lives.

Ling Changfeng ignored the two servants, and turned to look at Xu Xinghe: "Where is the injury?"

"Uh...it's fine, it's not serious." Xu Xinghe replied perfunctorily. His eyes peeked at Aaron on his feet, thinking, this cat is so well-bred, the fur is sleek and smooth, and must feel super good when petted.

From Ling Changfeng's point of view, his little partner is drooping his head at the moment. His thick eyelashes are hanging down softly, like two small brushes, trembling slightly.

He seems a bit wronged, and a bit distracted.

"Give me the medical kit, you all go down." Marshal Ling's cold voice sounded in the kitchen.

The two servants who were granted amnesty, handed the medical kit over, and left.

A shadow entered his line of sight, and Xu Xinghe looked up to see that Marshal Ling had walked in front of him.

Xu Xinghe leaned against the edge of the cupboard and had no choice but to ask with wide eyes, "You, you... why?"

Marshal Ling looked at him calmly. "Are you prone to stuttering when you're nervous? "

Xu Xinghe: "...Who's nervous!"

If you have something to say, please stay away from me!

Ling Changfeng: "I'll ask He Han to take you to the treatment cabin in a moment."

"Ah? No need! This kind of minor injury still needs the treatment cabin?"1he's asking a rhetorical question

Treatment cabins are high-end medical devices. They can heal wounds quickly, but the cost of each device and for each use are also extremely high. Generally, they are only used by patients with severe trauma.

Lying down in a treatment cabin for this type of small injury is as embarrassing as calling an ambulance to go to the hospital for three stitches.

Marshal Ling lowered his eyes, and his eyes swept across Xu Xinghe's red palm. "Just here's burned? Is there any other injury?"

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He suddenly realized that he had been tricked. The other party just changed a method to ask where he's hurt!

What made him speechless was still behind. Ling Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped his fingertips, flipped it back and forth, and then commented lightly without changing his face: "It's not serious - a light burn, there won't be blisters."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He quickly withdrew his paws like a furious kitten, and slipped sideways several meters away.