Chapter 1

Country a, Lincheng.

June is like fire and the sun is burning.

The soldiers of the first military industrial group felt cold on their backs, and soon came out in a cold sweat, but no one dared to move to wipe the sweat.

Deputy Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva difficultly and looked at the man carefully: "Colonel, would you like to deal with the wound on your forehead first?"

"Shut up!" The man's face is gloomy and his momentum is cold. His straight military uniform is more and more fierce. The two bars and three stars on his shoulder are enough to show his important position.

But some people are not afraid of death. They beat the prince!

Just a minute ago, the prince came to the military industrial group to assess the actual anti-terrorism exercise.

Unexpectedly, just got off the military car, a woman beside suddenly smashed the mineral water bottle in her hand on the prince's head.

It's said that Prince is a special soldier. It's needless to say how skillful and responsive he is. A mineral water bottle is nothing.

But it's strange that the prince was shocked when he saw the woman.

That is to say, the prince didn't dodge the bottle and let the woman run away.

According to his keen intuition, the prince must know the woman and have a lot of connections.

"Report to the Colonel! The man who hit you is caught! "

Two soldiers came over holding a young girl. They were tortured to say nothing, and their mouths were jammed tightly, like catching a felon.

It's not a felony to dare to fight the colonel.

Ling Mohan ignores the wound on his forehead, pulls the girl who does not shout directly onto the military vehicle, and roughly kicks the front position, shouting at the driver, "go down!"

At this moment, the driver would like to leave the evil prince away. He would like to hear the order of amnesty, and he would like to slip out of the car, and secretly bowed a tear of sympathy for the girl.

Ling Mohan locks his eyes on the girl's delicate and bright palm face. His temples jump suddenly again, and his stomach is full of anger.

This fire seems to be anger and evil fire. In a word, it makes the prince very upset.

He's upset, and naturally he won't make others feel better.

Ling Mohan pulls the girl to the front of her eyes, and sniffs a faint fragrance from her nose, which seems to be nothing.

Next second, he gnashed his teeth again and said, "Qin Xiaoshu, three years gone, he's got a lot of guts!"

Fat you!

Qin Shu did not appreciate the long lost and intimate nickname, and her beautiful eyes glared at the man angrily.

Her mouth is stuffed with cotton cloth, she can't speak, she can only make a voice of "woo woo". She is so angry that she greets the man again and again in her heart.

Don't say three years, that's thirty years. She doesn't want to see this son of a bitch.

If she had not been an intern in the Secretary Department of the military industry group, she would not have met this man, or had not been able to smash him in the head with a bottle for a while, and would not have been caught now.

It's really bad luck.

Ling Mo snorted coldly, pulled off the cotton cloth in Qin Shu's mouth, and looked at her with cold eyes: "speak!"

I'm not your soldier.

Qin Shu's heart was full of displeasure. She hated the itching of her teeth. She hated to blow up the man's head again.

But now she is caught, the man is not good fault, she can only slightly bow.

"What would you like to hear from me, Colonel? Is there anything else between us to say? "

Her lips were slightly hooked, and she smiled. Her face was as charming as a flower in bud, but her words were full of ridicule, and her eyes were full of disgust.

This disgust was caught by Ling Mohan.

I haven't seen you for three years. How dare you hate him? Don't think about how that night and his lingering, just like the goblin.

Looking at Qin Shu's one in one pink and tender lips, Ling Mo's cold eyes were heavy. He held Qin Shu's small face with one hand, and his thick thumb was pressed on her ruddy lips because he had been holding a gun all the year round, rubbing it gently.

Expected softness and delicacy.

"Let you wait for me for three months, why are you still married to Jichen?" Ling Mo asked in a harsh voice.

Qin Shu heard Ling Mohan's problem and chuckled, as if it was the funniest joke in the world. She couldn't stop laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ling Mo is not happy with the cold. The anger in the bottom of his eyes comes out quickly. His whole body is terrible. He pinches Qin Shu's chin hard.

The laughter came to an abrupt end!