Ye Jian talked to herself. She didn’t want Xia Jinyuan to know how much she cared about him and how worried she was.
Xia Jinyuan, whose throat seemed to be blocked by something, stared at his lover deeply. Then, with a hoarse voice, he said, “I’ll let you have a look again when the gauze is removed, don’t look now.”
“Come on, put the gown down and sleep next to me. I want to watch you.”
Ye Jian gently put down his clothes and lay back to his side.
Both of them were leaning on their sides, looking into each other’s eyes. They only have each other in their eyes, and no matter how long they stared at each other, it was not enough.
“None of us can guarantee that we won’t get injured in the future. We can only try to minimize the injury. Therefore, my Little Fox, we must always train attentively, and we must not stagnate. We must keep improving ourselves every month and every year.”
“Don’t be sad; this is just a normal thing, just like how you were injured last time. Although I was very distressed, I chose to face them. There is no way to avoid these things; we can only face them.”
He could always educate her, remind her, teach her that even the thorny road of the military was the most beautiful scenery because of his presence.
Ye Jian couldn’t help gently touching the handsome facial features with her palm. She rubbed the tip of his nose lightly with her nose. With her affectionate and smiling eyes, she stared at the man who looked like a cliff and as arrogant as snow pine, and she kissed his thin lips lightly, and said a word of love that surprised Xia Jinyuan from the depths of love.
“I like to kiss you.”
With this sentence, Ye Jian almost broke her lips being kissed by the man. Fortunately, Han Zheng knocked on the door in time to interrupt the deep kiss.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I really have to disturb both of you for a while. I stood outside for ten minutes already. But you two kept kissing, so I really have no choice but to end your kissing session abruptly. It’s an urgent matter.”
Han Zheng knew their relationship, and he was deeply sorry for interrupting the intimacy of the two, but he had no choice; he really had something urgent to say.
Facing Xia Jinyuan’s “flying knife” gaze, Han Zheng, who felt that his body had been shot into a “lotus” invisibly, was under tremendous psychological pressure, so he quickly reported.
“Ye Ying attended Du Jiayi’s birthday party last night. Mrs. Li introduced her to her friends. She also jokingly told her friends in the Beijing Political Corps to take care of Ye Ying. She even have Mrs. Li’s son Li Yuan to accompany her.”
“And Ye Zhifan, who was supposed to be accompanying her, didn’t attend the party. At ten o’clock in the evening, he flew back to Yunnan Province by plane overnight. Then, Sun Dongqing and Ye Zhifan suddenly divorced this morning.”
“That’s all; this is what I’ve inquired about. In short, Mrs. Li is very satisfied with Ye Ying. Then, those who attended the dinner, including my friend and his sister, thought that Mrs. Li likely wants Li Yuan to marry Ye Ying.”
“That’s all, excuse me, goodbye!”
After finishing reporting what he had inquired, Han Zheng didn’t delay a second, no longer giving Xia Jinyuan the opportunity to shoot “flying knives” at him. He quickly got up and left hurriedly.
Interrupting the couple’s deep kiss had already caused him to be prodded by “flying knives” for five minutes, without a wink at all. He was afraid that Old Six’s fist would smash into his face if he stayed any longer.
Ye Jian couldn’t help squinting her eyes after listening to this rather tortuous and bizarre story.
It sounded weird and unbelievable, but she could understand it after thinking about it.
Looking helplessly at Han Zheng, who was running away, she smiled and said to Xia Jinyuan, “You asked him to inquire, and now you blame him when he reports to you, Captain Xia, are you not afraid that Han Zheng won’t want to be your friend anymore?”
