* In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, fold your hands in front of you, and look at the door with sharp eyes.

The person who came in at the door was looked at by a shudder: "Young master, the master told you to go down." ”

"Got it. Jiang Yihan nodded and waved his hand to let the other party leave.

Reaching out and pulling out the lighter, the smell of cigarettes permeated the room, and the flickering fire between his fingers was particularly conspicuous in the dark room.

A wisp of smoke came out of the thin pursed lips, and a car drove by, the headlights lit up the room, and the scar looming under the man's slightly open shirt flashed, and the room returned to darkness.

He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, buttoned the two buttons above his shirt, opened the door and walked out.

Master Jiang, who was sitting in the living room, looked at Jiang Yihan, who was dressed in black on the stairs, and snorted coldly: "I thought you were going to let me go upstairs to invite you personally." ”

Jiang Yihan's whole body exuded an aura that was not inferior to the other party: "What's the matter." ”

Jiang Cheng frowned unhappily and looked at Jiang Yihan coldly: "Is this the way you talk to your father?" ”

Jiang Yihan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked up at Jiang Cheng sarcastically: "Father, Master Jiang, when did you admit that I am your son?"

Jiang Cheng's face sank when he heard this: "Presumptuous." He slapped his hand on the table.

Jiang Yi looked at Jiang Cheng and Jiang Chen who was sitting next to him coldly: "If it's okay, I'll go out." ”

Jiang Cheng looked at Jiang Yihan's back, and after the door was slammed shut, he slammed the cup in his hand to the ground in anger.

Jiang Chen got up from the side and picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground: "Father, this time is different from the past, bear with it in front of Xiao Han." ”

The servant on the side hurriedly stepped forward and took out the porcelain piece in Jiang Chen's hand: "Young Master, be careful, don't be scratched." ”

Jiang Chen nodded: "Trouble, Aunt Zhang." ”

Aunt Zhang sighed and said she knew.

Jiang Chen picked up the military jacket on the side: "Father, then I will also go first, and Xiao Han should be polite, at least he is your son, isn't he." ”

Jiang Cheng frowned and glanced at Jiang Chen: "Get out!" One or two, none of them were pleasing to the eye, picked up another cup on the table and slammed it on the ground. The servants didn't dare to come out of the air, and they all stood aside with their nerves tense, and their breathing was very careful.

Jiang Chen smiled, put on his coat and picked up the hat in the hand of the person at the door, glanced at Jiang Cheng who was sitting alone in the living room, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he turned around and walked out of the mansion.

Jiang Cheng, who saw the little soldier, hurriedly stepped forward: "Major General, I'll come." Reaching out and hitting the door of the dark green jeep, he was stunned when he entered, turned his head to look at the person leaning on the side of the car in the dark not far away, glanced at the soldier, and took off his hat: "You wait a while." The little soldier took his hat and nodded, giving a military salute.

Jiang Yihan looked at Jiang Chen, leaning on the side of the car, the fire on his fingertips flickered and flickered: "Big brother, long time no see." ”

Jiang Chen smiled, and the smile went straight to the bottom of his eyes: "It's good to come back." Stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Yihan's shoulder: "If you have a chance to come to the general affairs to sit in class, those old things are very welcome to you." ”

Jiang Yihan lowered his head and smiled: "If you have a chance, I will visit you." ”

After a while, a sigh came from Jiang Chen's side: "You have suffered. Jiang Chen sighed slightly when he saw the ten-centimeter knife mark that Jiang Yihan extended from behind his ear to the artery.

Jiang Yihan's eyes in the dark were dim: "That's a bittersweet one, if it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't be standing here in this capacity now." ”

"I should be glad that you are this identity now, otherwise the country is estimated to be in chaos now. Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly.

The car lights on the street flickered, and Jiang Chen looked out the window at the things outside the window, sighing heavily.

Xiao Bing glanced at Jiang Chen in the back seat, and said boldly: "That person, that person is the ...... of the international armed organization."

Jiang Chen glanced at the soldier in the driver's seat: "Hmm." "Eyes are heavy.

There was a storm in the hearts of the little soldiers, the international armed organization was established some time ago, but the time of their existence is undoubted, the elite unit that has been living in the shadows used to be codenamed "shadow". The current leader is also a mysterious person in the outside world and inside the military region, thinking of this, he glanced at Jiang Chen, is that kind of person actually the younger brother of the major general, thinking of Jiang Chen's status, he also sat in the position of major general at a young age, and sure enough, ......

Jiang Yihan sat in the car, looking through the window at the bar not far away, all kinds of people coming in and out, throwing away cigarette butts, reaching out and taking out the cigarette case, taking out the last cigarette inside, and lighting it.

Eyes staring indifferently at the bar, now, can you appear in front of her as if nothing happened?

Thoughts drifted apart.

Zhou Zhou pointed to Jiang Yihan, who was injured and embarrassed, for the nth time, and scolded: "If you don't want to die, just roll under a stinky ditch or overpass to rot, don't dangle in front of me." He viciously kicked open the can at his feet, turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as I lifted my foot, I took it back again.

Jiang Yihan gently rested his head on the top of Zhou Zhou's head: "I'm sorry." ”

Clenched his fists to restrain the riot in his body, turned around and hammered Jiang Yihan's chest fiercely, Jiang Yihan stood there and took it hard, frowning slightly, and the tranquility was broken by Jiang Yihan's violent cough.

Zhou Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Are you okay, can you die?" asked angrily.

Jiang Yihan kept coughing, pulling the corners of his mouth to look at Zhou Zhou, wanting to say something but was hindered by coughing.

Zhou Zhou gently patted him on the back: "That's it, don't talk." ”

"Have you eaten? Zhou Zhou glanced at the watch on his wrist, and it was past nine o'clock, "Let's go eat." ”

kicked Jiang Yihan's other leg with a relatively minor injury.

Jiang Yihan casually took a clean sweatshirt and put it on: "Let's go." ”

Zhou Zhou frowned and glanced at his pants, turned around and walked towards the door quickly: "The pants have also been changed, waiting for you downstairs." ”

He honked the horn on Jiang Yihan, who came out of the dilapidated building, and stepped on the accelerator after the other party fastened his seat belt.

"What do you want to eat. Zhou Zhou looked ahead and asked.

Jiang Yihan's scarred hand was inserted into his hair: "Look at you." Turning his head to look at the street, in fact, he was not hungry at all, or even had no appetite, although he had not eaten for a day and a half, and had been drinking during the period, helplessly enough to reach the corners of his mouth, and suddenly a strong smell of blood spread out of his mouth, very unpalatable, the smell of rust, I didn't like it very much, and made a few swallowing movements, but the smell of blood did not diminish at all.

Zhou Zhou's hand stretched out, there was a red light in front of him, and he looked at Jiang Yihan impatiently: "Turn around." The tone was also full of anger.

Jiang Yihan turned his head, Zhou Zhou took out a wet wipe from nowhere, opened it, gently wiped the corners of Jiang Yihan's mouth, looked at Zhou Zhou's serious face close at hand, his eyes were dark, and the right hand on his side clenched into a fist, released it, and clenched it into a fist, repeating it repeatedly...... It wasn't until Zhou Zhou dealt with the cracked wound that he breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, turned his head to look out the window again, and was flustered for a moment.