"I'm sorry, Major General." Seeing this, Lu Che quickly stood up in a military posture. She raised her serious face and looked back at Lu Qilin: "Lu Che is not doing his job well. Please punish me, Major General."
In the military, the most taboo thing is to be disrespectful to superiors and not distinguish between superiors and subordinates.
Lu Che knew that although the young master was teaching him a lesson, he was also helping him to change his past "bad habits".
She looked at Lu Qilin without complaint, waiting to be punished.
Lu Qilin looked at Lu Che's bright and clear eyes which suddenly raised, and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers.
After a moment, he said, "Wait for Li Zhen and Fang Lei to come back, and then go and take the penalty. Just like before, carry the weight for 20 laps."
"Yes!" Lu Che's voice was loud and calm.
…
The pre-breakfast lecture ended in this not-so-cheerful atmosphere.
Although Lu Qilin is a serious superior, he doesn't have many rules when it comes to eating.
There were only him and Lu Che in the small building, so he ordered Lu Che to sit down and have dinner with him.
I originally thought that the young master didn't ask any more questions about what happened last night after he got up, and that I was lucky to have escaped.
Unexpectedly, when Lu Che was halfway through his meal, the man sitting opposite him suddenly put down his chopsticks.
He picked up the napkin beside him and wiped the corners of his lips, his movements as elegant and noble as a medieval nobleman.
Lu Che couldn't help but think of the eldest young master's life experience.
The young master's mother, Lady Xinluo, comes from the ancient European aristocratic family, the Reddington family.
If the young master was not a soldier, his temperament would be just like the aristocrats in those oil paintings.
So precious, so beautiful.
Lu Che couldn't help but stare in amazement, and saw the man put down his napkin, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her with his unfathomable and bottomless black pupils.
"Lu Che..." She heard the young master's cold voice.
"I did something last night when I was drunk."
“Huh?” Lu Che’s throat tightened and the bun he was holding between his chopsticks fell onto the table.
Can we still have a good meal
Do you have to bring up this topic that makes her nervous at this time!
Lu Che was complaining madly in his heart, but he appeared calm and composed on the surface.
She calmly picked up the bun that was rolling on the table and put it back into the bowl, then spoke: "Report to the Major General, after you drank a whole can of beer last night, you...just said you wanted to go back to your room to sleep. I walked you to the door and watched you go in before I went back to your room."
"You didn't stay to take care of me?" Lu Qilin narrowed his narrow eyes, and his cold voice carried a hint of danger.
When he woke up this morning, he found himself naked again, and all his clothes were scattered on the ground in a mess.
Because of this, the man had been feeling an unknown anger since he came downstairs.
He was angry at himself for being so unkempt after getting drunk, and also angry that Lu Che, who always took good care of him, dared to ignore him.
Lu Che quickly prepared an answer: "I wanted to stay, but the major general told me to stay away if I saw something was wrong. The major general got drunk and had a bad temper. I was afraid of angering you, so I didn't dare to follow you in."
A very reasonable explanation, without a single flaw.
Lu Qilin couldn't find any way to vent his anger and blame Lu Che for his sudden love for sleeping naked.
He narrowed his dark and deep eyes and stared at Lu Che solemnly, as if trying to gauge the credibility of what she said.
It was not until a long time later that he said coldly: "In that case, let's continue tonight..."
Lu Che's heart skipped a beat: "Continue what?"
The man retracted his cold gaze and said nonchalantly, "Of course it's drinking training. It seems that beer is not difficult, so let's start with red wine tonight..."
Lu Che swallowed his saliva: "..." (To be continued)