He Shiyi returned to the Huanyuan Mansion, and the maid said that Qingqian had returned. After searching the hall and finding no one, I went upstairs to the study.

There was a faint light in the study.

Qing Qian was lying on the desk, as if he was asleep. He Shiyi took a deep breath, went in lightly, and hugged the little man on the chair after preparing himself. Who knows, the sleeping person suddenly "Huo" looked up from the table. He wet clothes made a frightened expression in response to the situation.

"Didn't you fall asleep?" He wet clothes wrapped around the shallow and buried his head in the shallow hair.

"Stupid, I'm pretending." Qing Qian turned his head to face the face raised by He Wetsuit.

"It's been a long time!" He Shiyi didn't see it, but he didn't want to spoil her interest. It's just that I still feel sorry for her body. She is not in good health, and it must be uncomfortable to lie on the table for a long time.

"Hey, good value for money." Qing shallow didn't care at all.

"Qingqian, something has happened recently, my mother will move to Huiren's mansion, you can go over and accompany her for a while, okay?" Luo Rongkai has already sent someone to send He Xinwan to Huiren's official residence to recuperate.

The residence of Hyein is very well located and well guarded. The environment is quiet and suitable for recuperation.

"Auntie's illness is serious?" The last time I said I was going to visit Yaci, but I couldn't make it, and I still feel sorry.

"Hmm." He Shiyi buried his head in his light hair, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"Okay, then I'll be over tomorrow." Clear and shallow road.

"The wedding matter ......" He Wetyi seemed to be difficult to speak.

"My father has acquiesced in our engagement, and as long as you treat me as a wife in your heart, the wedding doesn't matter." Qing Qian has also noticed in the past few days that the situation seems to have changed.

The rubbing of He Shiyi's buried in his hair suddenly stopped, lightly buttoned his shallow face, and kissed deeply.

For a long time, Qing Qian gasped from the suffocating kiss.

"Let's go down and eat! I'm hungry.? ”

"Okay."

Downstairs, the hall was dark.

The servants don't know where they went?

He Shiyi suddenly became alert. One hand protects Qing Qian, and the other hand has already gone to dig out the gun on his waist. Qing Qian stepped out to stop it, and took He Shiyi's hand and followed the glimmer of light at the dining table.

A slender red candle with a warm soft light. The table is prepared with Western-style dishes, which are delicate and concise. The tall glass reflects the flame of the candle, like a woman in red singing and dancing, flickering and flickering.

Looking at the preparations on the table, He Shiyi suddenly understood what Qingqian meant, and smiled at Qingqian.

Inside the vase are delicate roses.

After a short distance, you can only occasionally hear the "ding" sound of knives and forks hitting the plate. But it seems that even the air is warm.

"Dear Miss Yan, can you enjoy the light and dance?" He Shiyi got up and walked around to Qing Qian's side, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to Qing Qian.

"Honored."

There was no music, the restaurant was not bright, and it was even too quiet.

The two people who danced seemed to have a common melody in their hearts. Slowly, the pace is irregular, just spinning, hugging each other and spinning together.

Those who have no words look each other in the eye.

Qing Qian felt that he must be drunk.

Otherwise, looking at the familiar face in front of you, why do you blush and feel dizzy.

Qing Qian knew that his face must have turned crimson. Just wanted to bow his head, He Shiyi's kiss had already stretched. Slowly and gently.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, there was still a bedside lamp in the room, which was a habit that Qingqian developed after being injured. Beside him, he was breathing lightly in wet clothes. Around the waist is the man's arm. Qingqian leaned slightly into the warm embrace and fell asleep peacefully.

Huaijiang Hospital

In the past few days, Luo Rongkai has been "recuperating" in the special care ward of Huaijiang Hospital.

All important military and political affairs that need to be brought forward are attended by his subordinates. In the military department, there are very few people who can see Luo Rongkai in person. On the side of the seven stations, several urgent official documents that needed Luo Rongkai's personal approval were delivered one after another, but the Jinyuan headquarters did not reply for a long time.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Luo Rongkai was sitting at the table approving documents. glanced at He Wet Clothes who entered the door, and bowed his head again.

"Commander Luo."

"You're idle." Luo Rongkai's tone was not very polite

"I can't marry Ziya."

"You came early in the morning just to say this to me?" Luo Rongkai looked at He Wet's face, and it became more and more difficult to look at.

"Hmm." He Shiyi's face was slight, and his heart was beating suddenly. When I got up this morning, I looked at the shallowness of the pillow, and my heart was full of ecstasy and eagerness. I don't know where there is stubbornness, and Tete came for this sentence.

"In today's situation, you still have the heart to think about these children. Your mother's health is getting worse and worse, and she doesn't see you talking. You tried your best to protect her, not to disturb your mother's peace. Luo Rongkai's tone was mostly angry, and when he mentioned He Xinwan, it would be slightly better.

"Mother likes Miss Yan very much." He Shiyi whispered.

"Like, huh! Early in the morning, you sent Yan Qingqian to Huiren's residence. I don't know your mind yet. Luo Rongkai's anger, which had just calmed down, suddenly rose again.

"Since you know my thoughts, my father asks you to let Miss Yan go...... so as not to distract me. Moreover, his subordinates thought that the commander-in-chief would be so concerned with the overall situation, betting on a girl who had nothing to do, whether it was inappropriate or biased, and there was a suspicion of favoritism...... "He wet clothes do not change color, and the words are sonorous."

"It's not your turn to comment on my decision, you give me a ......" Luo Rongkai suddenly threw the document in his hand onto the table and shouted loudly.

He Shiyi stood there still.

For a long time, there was silence in the ward.

"That's it, that's it. Let's leave that at that. You take care of what is important in front of you......" Luo Rongkai looked at He Wet clothes coldly.

"Yes, Commander." He was dressed in a straight military posture and raised his voice.

He wet clothes came out of the ward and exhaled lightly.

A few days ago, with myself by my side from time to time, it was probably not like anything to be shallow. But in the future, he was busy with military and political affairs, so he couldn't take care of it. And because of Qi Ya's matter, I probably have to take some precautions.

Looking at Luo Rongkai's appearance, it is estimated that he is already very angry. With a mother here, in the end, she won't do anything to Qingqian.

He sat on the bench outside the ward for a moment. After a while, I saw Gu Yujin in military uniform.

The weather is about to get warmer, and the female officers in the military headquarters have changed into skirts. Gu Yujin's dark green dress is very good-looking.

"Major He, early." Gu Yujin was not surprised to see that it was him. Chose a place next to him and sat down, and removed the cold from his body.

"Secretary Gu, long time no see." He Shiyi also nodded casually and said hello. But seeing that the other party made a secret look imperceptibly, he gently moved his body away.

Gu Yu was already holding a stack of documents in his hand when he came here, and he only spread them casually in front of his lap at this time. He Shiyi skimmed the corners of his eyes, and unconsciously narrowed the corners of his eyes.