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"You're not stupid. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wei Dongxian's crying passed, and she didn't want to be cold, so she muttered softly.
"The General Staff rejected my application, believing that the prisoners would not sacrifice their lives to assassinate my parents. The NSA will not send a core garrison to protect the two civilians. When I'm in the country, I can still focus on the safety of my parents, but after I attack, I don't have time to look around. Zhuang Yan was uneasy, and people didn't know if this was the conclusive conclusion of his serious analysis, or if he was suspicious and suspicious: "My dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and he can fight with prisoners all day and night." But what about my parents? They're just ordinary people. Whenever I came close to revealing my identity, I panicked that the Assassins of the Light Retreat had set out to take revenge on my parents. When I think of the picture of my parents lying in the house, I feel anxious like a nervous raccoon, you know? ”
Zhuang Yan wrung his hands crampedly, stared at the soil under his feet, and muttered in his heart, "Xing Yan is too busy to take care of himself. Conventional forces are of no avail. After I came back from Eastern Europe, I thought about it for a long time. The only person who has the ability to mobilize the core garrison force and is willing to take care of the little people may be you, the old chief. ”
"Old chief?" Wei Dongxian gritted her teeth and turned back and repeated.
"No, that's not what I meant." Zhuang Yan hurriedly shook his hand and explained without hesitation: "The personal safety of the second elder is my concern, and it is the thing I am most concerned about, and I have to entrust it to someone I trust." To this day, there are very few people I trust, and you are the only one I can rely on. ”
He raised his head and spoke firmly: "I would be grateful if the Prime Minister had given special permission to protect your ghost guard corps to take care of the safety of my parents." ”
"They were directly accountable to my father and didn't listen to me. I just draw up a schedule and give it to them on a regular basis, and I don't have much contact with them the rest of the time. Wei Dongxian told him honestly.
The Ghost Guard Regiment is a core leader security organization established in the early 80s, emphasizing security forces while focusing on the development of anti-stealth technology, which is the core force to fight assassination operations and protect the safety of leaders.
Zhuang Yan's glimmer of hope was dashed. He originally thought that Wei Dongxian's mobilization of her own guard regiment was just a matter of words, and he could use friendship to get some shade. But the truth revealed by Wei Dongxian can also be understood. If the crown prince has not yet ascended the throne and can command the Praetorian Guard and the Imperial Forest Army, then there is no royal law.
"Then I'll think of another way." Zhuang Yan pretended to be cheerful and asked her calmly, "How are you doing?" Is the recovery okay. ”
Even if there is a turbulent longing hidden in my heart, meeting is also a calm greeting. Wei Dongxian habitually maintained this decent reserve, and said seriously seemingly casually: "It's good." The plague frightened the higher-ups, so the treatment of the remaining personnel of the Qifeng base was very superior, and many questions of principle could be agreed. For example, I got married, got promoted and raised, and reached the peak of my life. ”
Wei Dongxian said casually, her fingers curling the hair around her ear and playing.
Zhuang Yan didn't hear it at all, and continued to listen with his eyes wide open.
Wei Dongxian lowered his head and paused for two seconds, didn't hear Zhuang Yan's squeak, then looked up at him, and slowly continued: "The upheaval in the Qifeng Base proves my point of view, and it also makes me have enough qualifications. So as soon as I woke up from hibernation, I took office and parachuted into the Ministry of Finance, so I was finally able to do what I wanted to do without looking at the old man's face, and I was very happy. ”
"That's the Prime Minister." Zhuang Yan reminded her.
"It's no different from those men who are facing a midlife crisis, just like a domineering and dictatorial old man." Wei Dongxian snorted rebelliously, turned her head disappreciably and asked Zhuang Yan, "What about you?" Obviously alive, why do you still wear filial piety clothes, do you wear linen and filial piety for yourself? ”
"That's right, put on linen and filial piety for yourself." Zhuang Yan leaned on his tombstone and looked up at the hustle and bustle of the wind: "The previous Zhuang Yan is dead, and I don't plan to resurrect him, this name and identity can no longer be picked up." The right to wear white and pay tribute to the ups and downs of the thirty years of life. ”
"Tsk." Xiaoxian turned her head and mocked.
Zhuang Yan looked at her.
Xiao Xian lowered her head to play with the brooch and muttered in a low voice: "Since you want to keep the truth of the resurrection secret, why did you take the risk to show up to see me." ”
"Because I'm loyal to the Iron Will." What Zhuang Yan said was a matter of course, but it made Wei Dongxian's scalp numb, and her body floated up, as if leaning on the clouds of heaven. Zhuang Yan lowered his head and looked at his nails, and whispered: "Two days ago, I confirmed a batch of information in Eastern Europe, which has the same path as your crisis theory, and has been classified as top secret by the General Staff. It was precisely because of this confirmation of this information that the Iron and Blood Salvation Association was finally taken seriously. So leader, you are being reused, not because you have mixed up with qualifications in the Qifeng base, nor because the plague has scared the high-level and is particularly cherished; You are being reused because the country needs you and needs to save the country with iron and blood. ”
Zhuang Yan's deliberately suppressed voice still set off a storm in Wei Dongxian's heart, making her scalp numb, pressing her fist on her heart, and her voice trembling extraordinarily: "You, what information have you confirmed?" ”
"Europe is about to fall." Zhuang Yan finally raised his head and looked directly into her eyes.
Wei Dongxian almost didn't stand firmly, she was so frightened that her high heels fell off, and she almost fell off the potholed wild grave, but Zhuang Yan quickly pinched her little hand and dragged her to stand firm.
"Are you alright?" He asked with concern.
Wei Dongxian was pinched by him, only to feel that his five fingers were hot, warm to the heart, and suddenly his mouth was dry and he couldn't pronounce syllables, so he shook his head recklessly.
Zhuang Yan helped her sit on the tombstone, squatted down to support her injured calf, took off the high heels stained by the yellow mud, held the black silk feet and looked at them carefully, frowned and said: "It's swollen, I'll rub it for you, and it will be fine quickly after the bruising." ”
"Hmm." Wei Dongxian was supported by him with the sensitive soles of his feet, only to feel that the lower and lower itches went straight to the heart, there seemed to be an electric current in the body, as soon as the soles of the feet were scraped by the thumb, the body floated, and the crispy feeling would emerge out of nothing, blooming everywhere in the body, and he didn't dare to stretch his toes to be seen by him, he closed his eyes and bit his lip cutely, itching and clenching the tombstone.
"He hasn't started rubbing it yet, he's too afraid of itching." She stretched out her legs and grabbed the monument, looked down at Zhuang Yan's focused head, her eyelashes trembled, she was scared in her heart, worried about the gaffe, and hesitated to excuse herself and said, "You, don't touch it, don't bother you, it will be fine by itself in a while." ”
Zhuang Yan was too focused, didn't look up and saw her shy and hesitant appearance, and replied casually: "Don't worry about it, leave it to the old Chinese medicine doctor." Then gently rub your hands and give the particles internal energy, and easily heat the palm of the hand to 49 degrees, which is as hot as a hand warmer. Hand cells die slowly under high temperatures, but they are continuously repaired and regenerated, and the compensatory balance is quickly reached.
"Here we are." Zhuang Yan gently covered her wound and massaged it slowly, accelerating the blood circulation in the affected area, and quickly reducing the swelling and pain.
Wei Dongxian was touched by his hand, her beautiful feet were hot like stepping on an electric heater in winter, and even her heart was warm and sweaty. Wei Dongxian refused to rely on others, a little afraid of this nostalgic mood, and shouted with a red face: "Oops! Why are your hands so hot? ”
(To be continued.) )