Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

“It seems that someone in the parliament must be protecting them,” Chu Muxi expressed his opinion while enjoying Lu Junzhi wiping his hair.

Zhou Xu stared at the two people opposite him through the light screen of the communication device.

‘I stare! I stare! Stare hard! Forget it, my eyes hurt.’

Chu Muxi didn’t hear Zhou Xu’s answer. He raised his eyes and asked doubtfully, “Adjutant Zhou, what’s wrong with you? Are your eyes cramped?”

Lu Junzhi laughed softly.

Zhou Xu: “…Yes, there are too many military affairs. I stayed up several all-nighters.” He was filled with resentment.

“We’ll be back soon, thank you for your hard work,” Chu Muxi said apologetically.

Lu Junzhi glanced at his subordinate coldly.

Zhou Xu forced a smile on his lips, “No, no, it’s all my responsibility, it should be, it should be.”

Anyway! If he wanted to change the boss, people would definitely think that he wanted to usurp power!

But, the boss even authorized him to sign documents that only the highest authority could sign.

Well, although what required the highest authority was actually just various unreliable policies issued by the military.

His boss never liked looking at these things, and he almost sent them to the shredder as waste paper several times.

Fortunately, he was a capable subordinate. After all, he didn’t look down on those people in the military department who only work for food but engage in useless activities.

But the face should be given, so Zhou Xu always responded to these documents on his behalf.

“Your marshal trusts you the most, and I think highly of you too, Adjutant Zhou,” Chu Muxi said with a smile.

Zhou Xu nodded proudly, and suddenly a sharp and cold gaze swept across his scalp, and his whole body immediately trembled.

No, something didn’t seem right.

Zhou Xu said dryly, “No, the marshal is yours.”

“Okay, I’ll talk about the rest when I get back.” Lu Junzhi hung up the communication video directly.

Chu Muxi stood up and was about to run, but he was grabbed and pressed down on the sofa with a clever move.

Lu Junzhi said quietly, with a dangerous light shining in his eyes, “You just said, whose family does the marshal belong to?”

Chu Muxi only wore a loose T-shirt and shorts after taking a shower.

Lu Junzhi asked, reaching under his clothes.

His fingers gently rubbed the smooth skin on his waist. Chu Muxi took a breath and felt that the small piece of skin touched by his fingertips was hot.

“You…your family…ah!”

The finger touched upwards, reached a certain point, and tapped lightly.

“From my family?” Lu Junzhi narrowed his eyes dangerously, “Think about it again, Muxi? Whose family does it belong to?”

He lowered his head and came closer.

The tip of his nose brushed against Chu Muxi’s and touched lightly.

The voice was a little hoarse, as if it had some indescribable tone.

Chu Muxi only felt that his head was in a daze, and his consciousness followed his fingers to here and there.

He didn’t hear what he was saying at all.

Lu Junzhi moved the tips of his two fingers gently and slowly, as if playing a piano.

Chu Muxi was lying on the sofa, and his T-shirt had been rolled up more than halfway at some point.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, not daring to look at Lu Junzhi.

It felt like every part of his body was like the keys of a piano.

Lu Junzhi was a pianist at that moment, playing the music score called happiness wantonly on this brand-new piano.

But there was more to him than that. Chu Muxi was completely trapped in his bad refusal to listen to questioning and could not extricate himself.

“Muxi, answer me, the Marshal, whose family does he belong to?”

“I… it’s mine!”

“Who belongs to you?”

“Lu Junzhi! You! Bastard!”

Chu Muxi cried out.