When Tang Chuan woke up again, it was already five days later.

He was unconscious in Helan's arms at the time, and as a result, he slept completely. Sirik was busy every day, and he was afraid that he would not wake up. But he woke up, and his body was adjusted by Cilik to the point that he could operate, but Tang Chuan was reluctant to enter the operating room.

Because, the national court is about to be convened. Today is the thirtieth of December, and tomorrow, the final judgment is coming, how could Tang Chuan miss that moment?

"Hey, comrade-in-arms, I said you were planning to appear in this sharp mummy?" Charlie circled around Tang Chuan several times, and was amazed.

Tang Chuan glared at him, "It's not like you wrapped me like this!" I didn't have that many injuries at all, okay? ”

"Oh comrade-in-arms, you can't say that." Charlie waved his hand, "I remember the last time Helan handcuffed you to the bed, do you prefer that?" ”

"Shut up." Tang Chuan really wanted to spit on him, "Come on, fork this person out for me!" ”

"No, don't, don't go by myself." Charlie knew each other very well, and he disappeared after a smoke. Tang Chuan was surprised at how he surrendered so quickly, and when he turned his head, he saw Helan standing at the door with the medicine - heh, Charlie, who is not righteous, no wonder he ran so fast!

"It's very energetic." Helan commented.

Tang Chuan sneered, "Isn't that my Lan Lan taking care of you?" ”

Helan didn't eat this set, and the medicine bowl was brought directly to him, "Take the medicine." ”

Tang Chuan suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd face, "This medicine is so bitter." ”

"Good medicine is bitter."

"Okay."

Where can Tang Chuan be disobedient? There is no better person in the world than him, looking up is a mountain and river, and as a result, "Huh? Sweet? ”

Helan didn't say anything, just calmly took the empty bowl.

Tang Chuan smashed his mouth and reacted, "Lan Lan, you are too insincere, I'll just say it if I feel sorry, how did you force Sirik to make it sweet with such a bitter medicine?" ”

Helan handed him a frozen ray, but Tang Chuan not only didn't shut up, but also became poor, licking his fingertips stained with medicinal residue, "Sweet, it tastes good now, Lanlan, do you want to try it?" ”

Helan looked at his eyebrows and eyes that were obviously as weak as a sick chicken but still flying, helplessly, grabbed his hand, lowered his head and kissed his fingertips gently, the seductive tear mole was generously exposed under Tang Chuan's eyelids, the eyelashes trembled, shaking off the most touching tenderness.

Tang Chuan, a flirtatious master, couldn't help but blush.

But he didn't expect that the next moment, Helan suddenly opened his mouth and bit his fingertips, his eyes were cold, like goose feathers and snow floating outside. The villain in Tang Chuan's heart is rolling, fake, it's all an illusion!

"Don't look at me with that kind of resentment." Helan said, "Drink the medicine and sleep." ”

"But I just woke up." Tang Chuan pulled him, "I dreamed of you just now, but I saw you as soon as I opened my eyes, do you say it's magical?" ”

"If you don't dream of me, do you still want to dream of others?" Helan asked coldly.

Tang Chuan, pawn.

In the end, Tang Chuan was still picked up and slipped into bed, but Helan helped him remove the extra bandages and lay down with him. Tang Chuan got into Helan's arms, found the most comfortable position, and finally stopped making trouble.

And Helan hugged Tang Chuan, who would make trouble and be poor, the tight string in his head was finally loosened, and his sour eyes were finally closed. After a long sigh, there was a deep exhaustion.

But thankfully, he's still there.

Helan couldn't help but hug her tighter, filling the uneasiness in her heart with Tang Chuan's breath, and even fell asleep earlier than Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan, however, was still awake, looking at Helan from a finger's distance, and then gently dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Rest well, my dear Major General.

The next day, December 31, 1025, the first public trial case since the founding of the People's Republic of Austria began, and the final trial began.

The major social forums on the Star Network have been boiling since last night, and the number of real-time discussions has snowballed at a terrifying rate, and this night alone has exceeded the sum of the past half a month. Men, women, children, and people from all walks of life were all concerned about the trial, and even early the next morning, the first thing people said when they came out of their homes to greet them was: Are you going to the trial today?

So many people nodded, go!

Witness this historic moment!

"I can walk on my own!" An angry hoarse roar rang out in the western suburbs of the villa, and Roman walked down from the second floor angrily in an extremely awkward posture.

The butler who was waiting to help him withdrew his amorous hand, looked at Howard, who was walking leisurely behind, and looked helplessly, "Sir." ”

"Leave him alone." Howard glanced nonchalantly at Roman, holding a slender cigarette stick in his hand, the scent of tobacco and the hazy white mist wafting all the way. Take off your suit and wear a black dressing gown at ease.

Roman is angry, and sometimes grins in pain because his posture is too unrestrained at a certain moment, but men always love face and refuse to slow down.

As a result, when Howard changed his clothes and Shi Shiran walked out, he saw Roman standing in the courtyard, kicking a black flying car parked there. The housekeeper stood helplessly, his eyes full of distress, but he didn't step forward to stop him.

Howard seems to walk casually, but in fact he is a practitioner and quiet. Walked behind him, put his big hand on his slender waist, put his head on the side of his neck, and exhaled a puff of smoke, "What about the temperament again?" Kick hard, kick me and break it. ”

Roman was choked by the smell of smoke, "Smoke early in the morning, you're not afraid of tuberculosis!" ”

Howard chuckled, moved his palm from his waist to his upturned buttocks, and squeezed it hard, "Little friend, don't let the beaks of adults take care of their hobbies. ”

Roman slapped his hand away, furious—I'm thirty! You're an old man in his forties!

Roman felt that he was crazy, so he would go with Howard on the day of the Double Star Summit. Maybe it was that day that he vented all the feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years, and the whole person was a little self-free, or maybe it was that Howard was cool enough in the last expression that day, all in all, an impulse, and he was almost to death.

But Roman felt that he was in his thirties, and although he had achieved nothing, his mentality was much better than that of a young man in his early twenties. Indulge once, no problem.

however

Howard is really not easy to mess with. Roman felt like he was on a thief ship, no, he was on a thief ship. At this time, Howard stood in front of the car door and turned around, "Aren't you leaving?" The trial is about to begin. ”

"Didn't you say you're not interested?" Roman was surprised, judging from his observations in the past few days, Howard really didn't have much interest in this kind of thing.

Howard stretched out his cigarette stick and picked up Roman's chin, with interest, "Do you think you can get out of this half-level villa if I don't go with you?" ”

Roman gritted his teeth as he grabbed the cigarette stick between his fingers and moved it away, "Thank you so much." ”

It didn't take long for the flying car to fly over the green mountains and into the bustling city. Somewhere in the city, two men were standing in front of the door of a rental house, one of them holding a fat black down jacket in his hand, and he was tirelessly trying to get the other to put it on. But the man was disgusted, "What kind of taste do you have?" The fit of the clothes is really ugly. ”

"What other version of the down jacket can be?"

"You don't know that the famous costume designer Mr. Ferromon designed"

"Okay, I don't know, do you wear it or not?" Evans interrupted decisively.

Christopher was disgusted, but his body was very honest, and he opened his hand, but he let Evans wait to put it on him. Evans was helpless, and couldn't watch Christopher go out and freeze to death, "Okay, let's go, it's too late to catch up." ”

Christopher still glanced at the bloated down jacket with a slight disgust, "Where's my scarf?" ”

"Give." Evans helped him wrap it up, and he didn't know what was wrong with Christopher, and was very picky about his newly bought clothes, and he had a soft spot for the torn scarf he used.

The two were ready to go, and the car sent by the military department was already waiting outside. At this moment, countless people walked out of their homes or were on the way, heading towards the same destination.

Natasha tried to contact Joey one last time, but there was still a long busy voice on the other end, and there was no answer. Natasha looked out the window at the snow-covered eaves, and finally understood the answer that Joey hadn't spoken, but had already stated. So he regrouped his mood, changed into a solemn dress, and walked out alone.

Halfway through, I happened to meet Helan pushing Tang Chuan out. Tang Chuan sat in a wheelchair, his military uniform well concealed his excessive illness, and he smiled, his eyebrows still flying.

At the gate of the Dusk Palace, the members of Su Feng's team had been waiting for a long time, Charlie, Qin Hai, Rhine, Zhang Chaosheng, Mint, Zhao Yi, Luo Mingguang, Illya, etc., etc., every familiar face was filled with a youthful smile.

Nervous, or excited, but never flinching, not timid.

"Comrade-in-arms, it's time to go, just you've been dragging on until now, do you know that time is life?" Charlie shouted noisily and gave him a spring to keep him able to go to heaven immediately.

"The two of them, of course slowly." Tangchuan's number one iron fan, Illya, spoke up.

Qin Hai pushed his glasses, "With all due respect, Illya, there is no logic in what you say. ”

"You're like this, you'll never get a girlfriend, Qin Hai." Mint said.

Illya took the opportunity to insert a knife, "He can have a boyfriend!" ”

Rhine nodded, "This is more likely." ”

"Don't jump to conclusions just because you don't have a girl around." Qin Hai retorted.

Illya was furious, "Am I not a girl?!" ”

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Illya glared at Charlie, who was about to open her mouth, and raised the butcher knife in her hand, "You want to try again?" ”

Over there, Zhang Chaosheng didn't care about it, walked next to Tang Chuan, and asked, "Where is Xie Ning?" I haven't seen him since that day. ”

"Don't worry, I got in touch with him, and he said he wanted to take a break. But on such an important day today, he will definitely appear. Tang Chuan said: "Xie Ning is far more resolute than you think, Chaosheng, don't deliberately make up for anything, and don't try to change him." Take your time, you still have a lot of time. ”

"I'm a little anxious." Zhang Chaosheng nodded, thoughtful.

Tang Chuan winked at him, "At this time, you should learn from Freckled Little Charlie, you see that he is so happy, as if we have blown Dean's head today." ”

Zhang Chaosheng turned his head to look at Charlie, who was pretending to be a monster and grimacing, and couldn't help but wonder.

At this time, Helan suddenly said in a deep voice, "The car of the Military Commission for Discipline Inspection has set off." ”

A car with an important person's ID card set off from the tarmac on the top floor of the Military Discipline Commission. The witness's name was Schofield, and his journey from the Military Discipline Commission to the Tribunal must have been a rough one.

"Are you all ready?" Dean sat in a large pile of scattered materials and opened his eyes, his voice low and terrifying. What catches the eye is a large area of photos or videos suspended in mid-air, Tang Chuan, Helan, Joey, Shainin, Howard, you name it.

"Yes, it's all ready. As soon as Schofield enters the city, he strikes immediately. The subordinate stood respectfully at the door, his head bowed, not daring to look at Dean's appearance at this moment.

When will Speaker Dean, who is graceful and gentle, allow himself to sit on the floor with his hair scattered and unkempt? If there is, you must be mistaken.

Fifteen minutes later, when the last battle was fought and Dean walked out of his study again, the red blood in his eyes had been gone, his clothes were neat again, his hair was meticulously combed, and the fierce light in his eyes and the glittering jeweled cufflinks were intertwined, Dean, it was still that Dean.

Joey, still the same Joey.

The locked cell door opened, bringing a long-lost light, and the guard's deep voice echoed through the room, "Joey Abraham, it's time to go. ”

The sun swept through Joey's slightly long hair on his forehead, over his eyelashes and the bridge of his nose, and finally, on his slender fingers. He suddenly stretched out his hand, his white and bony fingers pressed to his lips, and his amorous but more unforgiving eyes opened, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”