Chapter 560: A Professional Soldier Is Different in the End
In the end, professional soldiers are different, as long as they are received by the leader and have changed their training uniforms, they must be in military uniforms.
Looking at Xia Jinyuan standing in front of him, Ye Jian's pupils tightened slightly, such a Xia Jinyuan's expression was solemn and cold, and his handsome eyebrows were calm and restrained, exuding the majestic demeanor of a soldier.
The collar badge and epaulettes are golden and shining, like a golden sword, exuding a chill that makes people dare not stop looking.
Probably just got off the battlefield, and when he looked down at him with water on his body, his clear eyes were faintly cold, and even the Teng Teng murderous aura that had been well hidden on his body was exposed.
Ye Jian, who had even walked through the door of life and death, raised his eyes slightly, faced with the murderous aura on his body that was involuntarily terrifying, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, it's a bit rude for me to go like this, I'll change my clothes." ”
It's better to wear a school uniform than to wear a short shirt and short sleeves.
"That's good, you don't have to change it. You don't need to report it, come with us to the doctor to treat the wound first. Xia Jinyuan smiled slightly, and the murderous aura faintly revealed on his body instantly turned into nothing, leaving only a restrained noble temperament.
Like a green pine, Linyuan is proud of snow.
Ye Jian laughed, "That's right, I can't be too formal." "Report this kind of thing to the six professional soldiers of the summer team, she, just rest after completing the task.
"Conscious, very lazy. Not this time because you need to deal with a back injury. Xia Jinyuan laughed, the little fox at this time looked like it was not lethal, his hair was wet, and his flower-like face was even more pale and crimson at this time, and it became more and more delicate like a hibiscus flower that bloomed in the dew in the morning.
Flowers are easy to break, but the little fox is definitely not a flower that is easy to break, its face is like a flower, but its posture is like a spear, and it is indomitable.
There were some small scars on her face, and his eyes tightened a little with his thin lips pursed, although the wounds were thin and shallow, they were white and flawed.
Raising his hand to gently caress the slight wound on her chin, he said in a deep voice: "This is about to break the phase, will Uncle Chen find me desperately when I go back?" ”
At the mention of hurting ......, a trace of unnaturalness flashed in Ye Jian's bright black eyes,...... He must have gone to see his injuries as well.
hurriedly said: "How is it possible, I usually train with Uncle Chen and have the same injuries on my body." Where is the infirmary? What about the others? It's all in the past? ”
"Deal with the injury first, and then go to see the big leader, the little fox is doing well tonight, and he will make a credit on the file." The other six people had already gone to the infirmary to deal with some minor injuries on their bodies, Xia Jinyuan looked at Ye Jian, who had a little unnatural expression, and with a meaningful smile on his handsome face, he took her to the infirmary as well.
…… Bet she had just thought of the embarrassing thing that had happened in the car before.
Alas, in the face of her, how can the original healthy psychology breed a little darkness? This unintentional ...... is definitely the most intimate contact between his little fox and the opposite sex.
Harvesting her for the first time, the mood ...... was so happy that he hummed a military song when he was taking a bath just now, and he sang a love song in the army.
Where did Ye Jian guess that Major Xia was happy in her heart at this time, and she tried her best to keep her face calm with a slight fever in her ears, and followed him into the infirmary.
When he asked about his injuries, she must not stay in the infirmary,...... You must not listen to topics that embarrass you to the point of trying to find a hole to hide.
Murphy's theorem: the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.