Sending Fang Susu out of the villa area, it was already nine o'clock in the morning when Lin Ze returned to the Han family's villa, so he casually stuffed some cold and hard food into his stomach and poured a large cup of cold water fiercely.

I lost too much blood last night, and for ordinary people, I am afraid that I will have to lie in the hospital for a week to recover. Lin Ze only felt that his mouth was dry and he was a little thirsty. Drink a large glass of cold water, then lie down in bed and take a nap.

Three hours later, Lin Ze woke up.

This is a habitual law of his surname, or a disordered biological clock.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Ze can ensure six hours of sleep no matter when and where. This sleep is enough to keep him in a state of vitality all day long.

For example, after the battle of life and death last night, he couldn't calm down and rest, and he woke up automatically after a short rest.

Patting his dizzy head, Lin Ze picked up a large glass of cold water prepared on the bedside table, drank it all in one gulp, and silently lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

After all, he still has some psychological scars that can't be smoothed.

The forced death of his comrade-in-arms during the mission, the undercover agent on the road as a teenager led to his blurring of the line between black and white, and a few years ago, he was even more grief-stricken by her accidental death.

The experience of erosion and indulgence in half a year not only made him a veteran of flowers and a prodigal son in a nightclub, but also endured the tragic situation of being unable to sleep for half a year.

He wanted to sleep, even if his head was completely tired. But no matter how he closed his eyes and didn't think about anything. He just couldn't sleep.

And as an agent who is powerful enough, he clearly knows that sleeping pills are addictive, and with the degree of insomnia, he will have to take a lot of sleeping pills to fall asleep. But his job didn't allow him to take a lot of sleeping pills, which would cause him to hallucinate intermittently.

His work, his situation, is not only his personal life, but also the glory of the country.

The sense of oppression and mission, as well as the mental devastation, made Lin Ze really try the pain of life.

"Whew-"

Lin Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, got up and opened the curtains, and the afternoon sun swept in, shrouding the originally cold and gloomy villa in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. Spring has finally arrived, and the flowers and trees are also full of vitality and vitality.

Last night, the woman with silver hair, bare feet, a bell tied to it, and only half of her face was exposed, made Lin Ze think of her. Thinking of this woman who has fought side by side and has a tacit understanding.

If she is alive, will she still be happy?

If you have died, do you have any regrets?

Lin Ze didn't know.

He knew her, understood her, but didn't understand her. Just when she was about to open her heart and let Lin Ze rampant in her world, she was gone, disappearing into his world like she would be indefinitely.

After smoking the remaining half of the cigarette in one go, Lin Ze stripped naked in the room and took a shower.

He is not afraid of cold water soaking the wound, let alone being infected, delaying the recovery of the wound.

Years of career have made his body like an iron wall, not to mention such a small injury, no matter how serious, he can still take a bath with cold water, drink and smoke, and there is no taboo at all.

He is a man and a man, don't brag about this with the old director, let alone Xiao Hei to evaluate it. People have their own conclusions.

After taking a bath and regaining his spirit, Lin Ze changed into a set of clothes prepared by Fu Bo, opened the door and went downstairs.

He said that he wanted to cook a sumptuous dinner for Han Xiaoyi, so he would definitely do it.

Lin Ze is not a man who likes to promise, and most of the time, he will refuse to make such a choice. Is it a promise, or is it to disappoint the other person?

It's hard to choose.

Promise is a very heavy topic, and promise is a gimmick that many people use to curry favor and deceive. There are very few people in this world who can really make a promise and make it happen.

Lin Ze is an exception because he has very little commitment. Once promised, sworn to death.

Whether it's as simple as just a dinner, or as difficult as protecting the life and death of the Han family. If you promise, you will do it.

This is Lin Ze's principle of life.

The Han family spent last night in fear, they didn't sleep all night, and it was difficult to recover their spirits no matter how to replenish sleep during the day.

Lin Ze didn't choose to cook a too greasy dinner, but used vegetarian food and light ingredients to make a hearty vegetarian dish.

Wonderful hand bean skin vegetarian vegetable rolls, vegetarian vegetable boxes, vegetarian fish-flavored shredded pork, vegetarian stew, vegetarian rice, etc.

A full twelve vegetarian dishes took Lin Ze two hours to cook.

When he unbuttoned his apron, he found that Han Zhenbei had already gone downstairs. And the fierce footsteps of the Han family sisters and brothers were also heard upstairs. I guess I know that I have to go out early to catch a flight.

Han Zhenbei's eyes fell softly on Lin Ze's face who came out of the kitchen, and he almost had a strong impulse, hoping that Lin Ze would give him an answer and give him a promise.

The strong forbearance ability and perverted heart made Han Zhenbei hold back this strong impulse, just put down the newspaper, picked up the cigar box on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "Smoke one?" ”

"I just made a table of vegetarian dishes, and smoking will affect the taste of the dishes—"

"Wow, Daddy, you're so generous, this cigar is produced less than a thousand in the world, and the last time I heard it cost $50,000 a cigar." Han Xiaoyi went downstairs unexpectedly.

"But since Mr. Han is so polite, I might as well be respectful." Lin Ze changed his words, sat opposite him, and took the cigar without changing his expression.

$50,000 a piece?

How much does it cost me to take a puff?

Lin Ze finally didn't calm down. He knew that a cigar like Han Zhenbei, which the top rich people were reluctant to smoke, must be very expensive. It is fundamentally different from the so-called treasures circulating in the market.

Sure enough, after just taking a puff, Lin Ze had to lie on the sofa as if he had no bones, panting - his face was full of intoxication.

There are not many people who are qualified to smoke cigars on an equal footing with Han Zhenbei, and there are almost no people who are qualified to smoke cigars that Han Zhenbei is reluctant to smoke. Lin Ze was an exception, because he saved three lives of the Han family.

If Lin Ze still had a strong temptation on the first day of arrival, then by now, he was completely at ease with Lin Ze.

A man who is not afraid of life and death on the battlefield and is invincible like a god of war. No matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

After a tiring night, he got up and carefully cooked a hearty vegetarian dish for Han Xiaoyi, no matter how despicable he was, how despicable could he be?

A man who is only twenty years old, no matter how shameless he is, how can he be shameless?

Han Zhenbei looked at Lin Ze's gaze again, as if looking at his son-

"Put your head in blood." Han Zhenbei said to a servant.

There is a surround sound in the living room, which was originally used for a party by a rich disciple, but Han Zhenbei has never opened it. He really wants to listen to the song today, his heart and surname were polished as round and solid as a rock twenty years ago, but after getting along with Lin Ze in the past few days, somehow, he actually gave birth to a little blood surname and fearless heroism.

This sentiment is extremely fatal to a super businessman standing at the top of the pyramid.

Han Zhenbei also clearly knew that this emotion was very dangerous, but no matter what, who let Lin Ze sit opposite, a young man he trusted?

In these days, even the poor people are not many people who can be trusted. What's more, Han Zhenbei, who is floating in the dust on the power field?

The corners of his mouth, which had been cold and restrained from beginning to end, raised a curvature, a reassuring arc.

"Maybe I say goodbye / I won't come back / Do you understand / Do you understand / Maybe I fall / I won't get up again / Do you have to look forward forever / If so/Don't you mourn / The flag of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor / If so/You don't mourn / The banner of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor..."

The song is heroic and uplifting throughout.

The song Han Zhen North Point is not only for himself, but also for the young man opposite, Lin Ze.

He listened in silence to the song, which was old and old for young people. But he solemnly savored the artistic conception in the song, heavy and calm.

After finishing the song, Lin Ze put down the cigar between his fingers, looked at Han Zhenbei with a complicated face, opened his lips, and spit out two words: "Thank you." ”

Han Zhenbei smiled inwardly and did not speak.

He already has some information about Lin Ze, or rather, he doesn't need to know Lin Ze by pretending to be someone else's hand. Isn't what you see with your own eyes as real as those documents that smell of conspiracy?

This is a man with a blood surname, this is a man who has shed his blood for the country, a man who has paid blood, sweat and youth for the glory of the country, even if he is only twenty years old. But his old and deep eyes reflected the brilliance of a forty-year-old middle-aged man.

Thank you.

This is the word that Lin Ze confided in him, but it was originally what Han Zhenbei wanted to say to Lin Ze. But Han Zhenbei felt that this sentence was too superficial and pale. So he chose another way, a way to recognize Lin Ze, respect Lin Ze, and give fierce applause to Lin Ze's depression and haggard in the depths of his soul.

What is a grievance? What is apathy? What if you don't get recognized? What about being kicked out?

Do you do that to be recognized, to enjoy glory? Are you such a person?

Han Zhenbei asked such a question. Then he took the initiative to answer for Lin Ze.

You are not, you are just silently acting as a giver, and all you do is to leave a blood-stained grace on the flag of the republic, and it is enough.

The Han siblings couldn't understand what the two men were talking about, they just felt that the song was very nostalgic and a little incredible. As for the rest, they don't understand and never will.

After dinner and packing the package, the Han siblings hugged their father goodbye.

When Han Zhenbei hugged Han Xiaobao, there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart: "It is worthy of my Han Zhenbei's species." ”

He remembered last night's events vividly, Han Xiaobao curled up like a waste material, wasting his time, but in the real life and death moment, he still took out the man's blood surname and fearlessness.

Lin Ze got into the car with the sisters and brothers, and Han Zhenbei and Fu Bo, who were standing at the door, looked at the car that slowly drove out of the villa.

After a long time, Han Zhenbei turned around, stared at Fu Bo serenely, put down like a big stone in his heart, and said softly: "A warrior full of glory is protecting them, what else do I have to worry about?" ”

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