Chapter 907: Decapitation Operation
It was a promise made through the medium of a "military uniform", and he promised her that he would definitely come back, and get back his military uniform and the epaulettes representing his rank.
He also promised Ye Jian that his identity would never change, the country could not stand without defense, the people were uneasy without soldiers, he was defense, and he was also a soldier, how could he easily give up his identity!
Letting go of his hand, Xia Jinyuan smiled and said, "You help me wash my clothes, and I will also help you wash your clothes, but I'm not sure if the blood stains on it can be washed clean." ”
"It's unlikely to be washed off, so I'm going to take it back to school and see if I can get a new set, or buy one." He won't make a promise easily, now that he has promised, he will definitely be able to do it, she believes that he will be able to do it, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, Ye Jian said, "The blood stains are the most difficult to wash, but if you can wash them off, then it's the best." ”
"I'll wash it very carefully." The first time I washed someone else's clothes, I washed my future girlfriend's school uniform, so I had to behave well.
...... letting Xia Jinyuan wash his clothes, Ye Jian imagined it a little and felt ...... It's still kind of fun.
The clothes were not washed immediately, but put them in water and soaked them, and after washing, Xia Jinyuan sat down next to Ye Jian and had breakfast.
Ye Jian, who had straightened things out, once again set his eyes on the TV that had not been turned off, and the news at nine o'clock had already begun.
But it's all domestic news, and it hasn't been put on foreign news for the time being.
After eating breakfast, Xia Jinyuan accompanied Ye Jian to watch the domestic news for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom, and finally washed the clothes of his future girlfriend from beginning to end, and after soaking for ten minutes, he could start washing!
After rubbing it hard, Xia Jinyuan glanced at the school uniform that had condensed into a light brown iron stain, put it in the water and rubbed it a few more times, picked it up and looked at it again...... There is really no way to wash it, it can only be replaced.
Performance, failure!
There was a knock on the door, and Hou Zi's assistant stood outside, and handed over the clothes that he didn't even have time to tear the label to Xia Jinyuan with a very respectful attitude, "This is what you wore today, and when you come back, ten sets of clothes will be prepared for you in the car." Brother Zi is now waiting for you in the underground parking lot. ”
Hou Zi had already arrived at the parking lot, and Xia Jinyuan could go directly to him after changing his clothes.
"Good work." Xia Jinyuan took the clothes, and after the other party politely closed the door, he said to Ye Jian: "The reason why we have to go out for a walk together today is that after I change my clothes, you need to accompany me to Houzi to pick up the goods." ”
"The goods are a bit far away, and today you are afraid that there is no way to go to the regiment for training."
"Then don't go, your side is important." Picking goods is picking weapons, then she must have gone! When the thirty-minute news came to broadcast foreign news, Ye Jian replied in his mouth, and his eyes kept staring at the TV screen.
Ye Jian saw several dignitaries from Middle Eastern countries walking into the meeting in full costume in the flash of magnesium, which was a religious exchange meeting.
After Xia Jinyuan, who came out of his clothes, saw the news broadcast, a trace of gloom flashed in his elegant handsome face.
"From darkness to light, it seems that I am afraid." He said suddenly, and Ye Jian's eyebrows moved slightly, and his gaze fell on the TV again, religion...... Exchange?
Does their decapitation have anything to do with religion?
The TV screen flickered, and Xia Jinyuan directly turned off the TV, "If it can be put on the domestic news, there will be no problem, there is a person here whose identity is the identity of a weapons expert." ”