Chapter 72: After she recovers from her injuries, she is my maid, and it is enough for you to dream

The Ji family group.

Mrs. Ji: Huh? Ling Chen brought the little girl back?

Daddy Ji: ???

Miss Ji Er: Wow, is it really fake? @季倫人妈ε’ͺ, I will return to China tomorrow to see my future sister-in-law.

Wang's mother: The chief hasn't brought a strange girl back yet, and let her live in the chief's mansion, but this girl has lost her memory, so she should be scheming.

Mrs. Ji: It's okay, it's okay, this girl looks so good! The child must be good.

Everyone: "........."

Dad Ji: Hmph, you're in a hurry, you haven't skimmed the eight characters yet, just thinking about your grandson!

In the room of a certain island castle, Mrs. XX glared at So-and-so's father, and then kicked it.

Daddy: "........."

Aunt Ji's husband: Ji Ji is also coming back.

Everyone: "........."

Oh my God, this Chrysostom is actually bubbling in the group?? It's incredible!!

Aunt Ji: Bobo, husband~ pack up and go back to see my nephew and daughter-in-law~

Aunt Ji's husband: Bobo, wife.

Everyone: said that they had eaten a face of dog food, and begged to show their affection.

Dad Ji: Okay, let's go back and find Ling Chen together.

………

At the same time, the military department was trained in real combat.

"Once you are in the battlefield there are captives from other countries attacking you, and it is up to you whether you come out alive or are carried out."

Ji Lingchen reminded with a cold face, without any trace of emotion, just like their life and death, in his eyes they were just ants, if they didn't work hard during training, death would be their end!

A hundred warriors shouted majestically: "Yes! ”

Major Gao next to him glanced at the newly trained soldiers solemnly, and shouted solemnly: "There are many traps in the actual combat area,

Later, you will be given chess pieces of different colors to each of your seven teams, and at the end of the day, whichever group controls the most prisoners will be promoted by two levels! ”

The warriors were excited, promoted to two levels, they didn't know how many years they had to work hard.

Ji Lingchen looked at it quietly, then turned around and returned to the office, the mobile phone on the desk kept ringing, he raised his eyebrows, walked over and picked it up and glanced at it casually,

Then his face darkened, the corners of his lips kept twitching, he pursed his thin lips, and said quietly: After her injuries recovered, she was my maid, so it is enough for you to dream.

As soon as he finished sending this sentence, Wang Ma sent him a picture, Ji Lingchen sat down, clicked on it casually, it was a picture of Zhan Mianmian standing in a sea of bright red flowers smiling like a flower, like an elf.

For a moment, a trace of amazement flashed under his eyes, and he was stunned when he accidentally looked at it, but it was the knock on the door of Major Gao that he came back to his senses.

Then he looked at Major Gao with an indifferent expression: "Something?" ”

The university is a soldier in his 40s, not good-looking, but not bad, 1.9 meters tall, 160 pounds of big guys, the most important thing is solid eyes, don't be honest in this life, try to let him do bad things, and ensure that he doesn't have such a calm expression.

"Come in and talk to you about the final survival rate of the new warrior."

………

However, the other side.

Yellin.

Xu Wanqing was questioned, she cried vigorously at Zhan Shaochu's grievances, and kept repeating that she didn't know where Zhan Mianmian went, and her pitiful appearance was very distressing.

The head teacher on the side also took the plunge to protect her.

However, it is useless, for a person like Zhan Shaochu who is close to a cold-blooded heart, if there is a suspicious one, he would rather kill a hundred by mistake than find his girl.

Zhan Shaochu was in the limelight, surrounded by a group of special bodyguards, saving those crazy people from rushing up without fear of death, his face at the moment was as cold as an ice cellar, and he raised his eyes, his cold and silent black eyes swept a trace of gloom, and his aura was like a bloodthirsty hell Shura.

"The last ten seconds." He cherishes words like gold.