Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

In any case, Mu Feichi has always tried and tested well.

It's not wrong to pick up what he likes to hear, and what she said is the truth. Who doesn't like to hear good things that can't be faulted?

What's more, in this case, she can guarantee that Mu Feichi will not dare to pick faults!

Sure enough, the man who heard this translation was overjoyed, he hugged Yun Xi and showed off to Yi Qianmo, "Is it good to hear, what's the use of being good-looking, it's not as popular as Lao Tzu, whether it's good to see or not to use!"

"..." Yi Qianmo snorted softly and stopped. He was sitting in the car with a 1-kilowatt light bulb and was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food!

"Uh, that's not what I meant, I'm just telling the truth, not against you, Master Yi..."

Yun Xi kicked Mu Feichi to tell him not to be too arrogant.

Mu Feichi raised his eyebrows with disapproval on his face. He leaned in front of Yun Xi with thin lips raised, and teased her with a smile: "Baby, it's fine if you don't explain, the more you explain, the more you'll make up for his wound! What nonsense? The truth is!"

"Shut up..." Yun Xi bit her lip abruptly, staring angrily at Mu Feichi, who was making another cut. She could have offended no one, but Mu Feichi deliberately emphasized that she would now follow up with her. The two sides of the sandwich biscuit are in a dilemma.

Naturally, Yi Qianmo wouldn't bother with Yun Xi, after all, it wasn't her who was picking things up.

After a light cough, Yun Xi turned her head to look at the figure in the passenger seat, a little curious about his identity and occupation, and directly pulled this embarrassing topic away.

"Yi Shao, what occupation are you in? Are you also... a soldier?" She didn't see any military majesty in him.

On the contrary, it was his good-looking face that made her so vague that she couldn't guess his occupation.

Yi Qianmo turned halfway to look at the figure in the back seat, and raised her thin lips wickedly: "Me? Do you think I have such a beautiful face, what should I do?"

Yun Xi thought about it for a while, half pondering and half judging: "You don't look like a soldier, and you don't look like Ling Jing who plays fashion and craftsmanship. You look so good-looking, it's really easy to blur people. Your profession. I always feel that nothing seems to be your profession, but a male model on the runway!"

"T-stage model?" Yi Qianmo couldn't help but smile and touched his proudest face, "It looks like I'll be unemployed in the future, so I can still be a model!"

"Oh, you say that, it's definitely not a model, I can't guess..."

Mu Feichi's friends have strange occupations, and it's not easy for her to guess what he does anyway.

Yun Xi turned her head and leaned in front of Mu Feichi with a half-smile, and asked him to tell the truth.

Mu Feichi touched her head with a smile, and explained to her like a calf: "He is a counter-terrorism expert, a negotiator, and a soldier."

"Ah?! How, what, can, can! He..."

Yun Xi looked at him in disbelief, turned her head to look carefully at the feminine and wicked man, there was absolutely no way to associate him with the identity Mu Feichi said!

"There's no military majesty in him, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Just as Yun Xi was struggling to digest Yi Qianmo's identity, the man in the passenger seat took a few documents from his handbag and handed them to her.

Looking at the documents in his hand, one is still an expert certificate issued by the United Nations. The man in the photo above is wearing a pair of rimless glasses, which is a bit more gentle and elegant than the man in front of him.

Really... a world-class counter-terrorism expert!