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The car reached a highway intersection and suddenly turned off.

Lao Wu ignited the car, didn't take two steps, turned off again, and then ignited, and the sound of the engine was not normal.

Lao Wu moved the car to the side of the road, "Anyin, I'll go down and see the car, you wait." ”

"Good!"

An Yin was idle in the car, so she also got out of the car and came to Lao Wu's side to see Lao Wu inspect, "Uncle Wu, can the car still drive?" ”

"No, I have to call someone to pull the cart."

Lao Wu glanced at An Yin, called Uncle Fu, and told Uncle Fu about the broken car halfway.

The old man who was with Uncle Fu asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Uncle Fu said: "Lao Wu hasn't gotten on the highway yet, and the car is broken, why don't you call the third young master and ask the third young master to send Wei Qiang to send An Yin?" ”

"No, you don't."

"It's not a good place to get a taxi."

"I said I didn't need to call Wei Qiang, and I didn't say that I wouldn't let people pick her up."

"Send someone here to pick it up, tossing back and forth."

"Rong Xun is coming back today, and it's about this time, I'll call Rong Xun and ask him to bring An Yin back."

"Okay." Rong Xun is reliable, let Rong Xun send An Yin back, he can rest assured.

****

The weather is good today, and the large snow-white reed flowers on the roadside are fluttering in the wind, which is very beautiful.

The man sat in the cab, holding a lit cigarette in one hand and holding the steering wheel in the other, casually scanning the surroundings with a cold expression.

After graduating from the military academy, he went to the special forces, took root in the mountains, and later carried out missions, but he also stayed at the border for many years, and the conditions were extremely harsh.

The most visible thing is that these reed flowers that can take root and sprout anywhere, and when I return to Seoul, I can still see them, which makes me feel very kind.

A few minutes ago, he received a call from Old Man Qin, saying that the driver's car had broken down on the side of the road, and asked him to take An Yin back when he passed by.

Rong Xun's hand holding the cigarette was casually propped up outside the car window, and his fingers knocked on the window frame, not for a moment.

Approaching the highway intersection, I saw An Yin standing on the side of the road with a suitcase beside him.

I didn't wear a school uniform today, a white dress with a knee-high skirt and two white calves underneath, slender and well-proportioned.

A plain face, white and clean, she is looking in his direction.

Maybe it was because when she saw him, he was driving a Land Rover, and he was driving a military jeep, and her eyes only lingered on his car for a moment, then she turned away and looked behind.

Rong Xun couldn't help but laugh amusedly.

An Yin's eyes widened as he looked at the military jeep that had come to a steady stop in front of him.

She knew that Rong Xun was a soldier, but in her memory, he drove a Land Rover, and the military vehicle parked in front of her made her feel a little pressured.

Rong Xun looked at her through the window glass for a moment before slowly lowering the window.

Only then did An Yin see the man sitting in the car.

The man was dressed in a military uniform, staring at her, with a hint of playfulness in his dark eyes, and he was silent.

An Yin adjusted his expression, gave him a military salute, and showed a polite smile, "Good chief." ”

He spat out a smoke ring and said nothing: "The military salute will not work, so don't make a blind comparison." ”

Are the men in the "......" army so indebted?

An Yin is embarrassed.

Lao Wu walked over, "Rong Shao!" Anyin will trouble you. ”

Rong Xun nodded, "Don't worry, it will be delivered." ”

"Thank you." Lao Wu retreated.

Rong Xun no longer looked at An Yin, retracted his gaze, started the car, "Get in the car." ”

His voice was deep and nice, but his commanding tone made people's scalp tingle slightly.

ps: Go and write the hot wife, and after writing the hot wife, look at the number of tickets, and decide whether to continue sprinkling flowers.

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