"Did so many things happen yesterday and you were too tired?" he asked Feng Xuelan with some heartache, "is it better now?"
Feng Xuelan shook her head. It was nothing to her. The reason why she can sleep so firmly is, of course
"Did I make you so comfortable?"
The low magnetic sound slipped into the heart of the wind and snow, with an electric current from bottom to top to the top of the head.
Feng Xuelan blushed. She couldn't help but gouge out Zong Mingzhe. He refused to admit what she had just thought of.
She grabbed the pillow and pressed it on Zong Mingzhe's face. She swished down from the bed and slipped into the bathroom.
Zong Mingzhe sat there holding a pillow with a spoiled smile on his face.
Even if Feng Xuelan didn't say, he had already got the answer.
If you can make your beloved woman so satisfied, no man will be proud and happy.
When the wind and snow came out of the bathroom, the steaming breakfast had been placed in front of her.
She didn't have time to eat at all yesterday. She did some vigorous exercise like that again. Now she's really hungry.
Seeing that she ate like a hungry wolf, Zong Mingzhe felt distressed again.
"I said hello to Chen Huofan. He already knows what happened yesterday. You helped us do things yesterday and didn't rest. Today is even making up for yesterday's vacation."
Listening to him, Feng Xuelan was very surprised.
He raised his head and made some excited sounds, but his mouth was blocked by food.
"I know, we won't go there today, so we'll have a rest here. In the afternoon, we'll buy some vegetables and go to the military compound for another meal. Mom he, they all miss you."
Zong Mingzhe's arrangement made Feng Xuelan very happy. After breakfast, she pulled the quilt back to the sofa and instructed Zong Mingzhe to help her bring the TV remote control and watch TV leisurely.
Zong Mingzhe finished his own business, came to open the quilt, rubbed against her, and held the wind and snow waves in his arms as a pillow.
Feng Xuelan leaned comfortably in Zong Mingzhe's arms, looked at the huge TV screen and kept changing channels.
"What do you like to see?" Zong Mingzhe asked in her ear.
Recalling what she had seen before, Feng Xuelan said, "I tell you, you can't laugh at me."
"OK, you say."
"I like watching cartoons, cats and mice."
Once she could only smile when she looked at these simple and happy things
"I like it too."
I didn't expect Zong Mingzhe to say so.
Feng Xuelan turned to look at him and muttered, "you like sweets and cartoons. You really look like a child..."
"It's agreed not to laugh at people." Zong Mingzhe showed his dissatisfaction.
"OK, OK, I'm wrong." Feng Xuelan chuckled and thought this guy was also very cute.
The remote control in my hand kept pressing, but I didn't see any cartoons.
But when Feng Xuelan felt a little bored, the picture on the screen suddenly attracted her attention.
This is a documentary about the living conditions of people in the war field. In the picture, several skinny children look at the camera with their big dark eyes. The expression on their faces was not curiosity, but an incomprehensible numbness.
Feng Xuelan knows this kind of vision, because once she should also show such a vision in her eyes.
The picture turned into a picture of bullets flying all over the sky.
Feng Xuelan sighed and wanted to press the remote control again, but her finger was on it, but she didn't press it for a long time.
She asked Zong Mingzhe, "has he Yaoshi contacted you? Is the man who was killed really gam?"
Zong Mingzhe could see the strange wind and snow, but he just thought she was sighing for the explosions yesterday.
"Data analysis and image comparison are over, and that person is really gam. However, team he did not ignore what you said, and the follow-up investigation of this matter will continue. We will find out the remaining parts, whether they were used as test objects when he made a bomb or another bomb did not detonate. Don't worry."
In fact, Feng Xuelan is just an ordinary soldier of the a guard company. He has no say in this matter. If you were someone else, you would probably let Feng Xuelan stop caring about things far beyond her level, but Zong Mingzhe and he Yaoshi didn't do so.
Feng Xuelan knows that these two people, or their team, are very powerful.
If he Yaoshi was not her enemy, Feng Xuelan might like him as much as other people in the team
It's a pity.
Feng Xuelan looked at the flashing pictures on the screen, looked at the guns, the broken walls, and even some couldn't believe it. Just a few months ago, she had lived and died in similar places. Just a few months ago, she couldn't imagine that she could lean on a man's arms and watch TV so leisurely and calmly
Press the remote control, the screen switches and becomes news.
A man's cold face appeared in the center of the picture, and Feng Xuelan couldn't help opening his eyes.
"Mr. Alex," she blurted out.
"Yes." Zong Mingzhe told her that after Mr. Alex returned with his sister's body, it caused a big storm in the family. However, he suppressed all the voices against him by tough means. Now no one in the whole ivex family dared to resist him.
"He took advantage of his sister's death to consolidate his position in the family..."
Say this, the corners of Feng Xuelan's mouth raised and showed a mocking smile.
No one else in the world knows the truth except her. A sister who wanted to kill her brother, and a brother who killed her sister
"The affairs of rich and noble families are always so ridiculous."
Hearing Feng Xuelan say so, the light in Zong Mingzhe's eyes darkened.
He tightened his arms and held the wind and snow more tightly.
"What's the matter?" Feng Xuelan asked suspiciously.
Zong Mingzhe buried his head in her neck, gently kissed her smooth skin and whispered, "continue to look..."
Feng Xuelan pressed the remote control again, but his attention was all attracted by Zong Mingzhe.
His kiss spread from her neck to her shoulder, and from shoulder to neck. Gently hold her earlobe and kiss her broken hair
Until the big hands became restless again
Knowing that this guy is a little aggressive, Feng Xuelan still silently cooperates with him, gradually sinks into his gentle comfort, and then welcomes the storm he brings