There are no green plants for decoration in the spacious living room, only a few potted iron trees in light brown, gear-shaped handicrafts are placed on the flat shelf on the white wall in the corner, and the small statue of bullet casings on the round table in the corner of the light-colored sofa is the interior space of the building. It brings a clear military atmosphere, which is very suitable for the identity of the owner here, upright tough and silent and powerful.
Minister Zou sat on the sofa and began to re-read the document. The silence in the quiet living room gradually became ominous and dead, and there was a certain strong smell that began to mourn. This smell was to Shi Qinghai who was standing in front of him or Xu Le who was standing at the door. , is torture.
In the entire living room, no one dared to speak. In the absolute silence, the sound of breathing was gradually heard, and the notes of the old-fashioned clock hands on the wall were getting clearer and clearer, and it was even faintly heard that children were crying upstairs.
Shi Qinghai still maintained a respectful smile, but the quiet and flat eyebrows had already begun to accumulate dampness. In the silence, he took a deep breath, bowed deeply again, and then maintained this posture without moving a bit.
During this process, he was as silent as Minister Zou in his chair, because it was clear to each other that nothing was said because everything was silent.
However, the expression on Minister Zou's face did not show any expression. He was quietly reading the document, and the spectacles reflected faint light spots, and there was no such person in front of him at all.
After ten minutes, he finally finished reading the documents that he needed to review today, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and was silent for a moment, looked at Xu Le and said, "You mean, this person is my grandson's father. ?"
The silence was finally broken, Xu Le breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded silently. Shi Qinghai winked at this moment without any unnecessary actions or words, and just waited quietly by the side.
Minister Zou didn't give him a chance to wait for the result. The military boss narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands behind him, and walked straight upstairs, his eyes did not fall on him at all.
"Come to the study." Minister Zou, who was walking up the stairs, said in a deep voice without looking back.
Xu Le responded, lowered his head and followed him, keenly aware that the arm in Mr. Minister's sleeve seemed to be shaking slightly, was this because of anger or something else
Shi Qinghai frowned slightly. He looked at the backs of the two who disappeared in the stairwell thoughtfully, shook his head and prepared to follow into the study, and when his feet were still ten centimeters away from the first wooden steps, Secretary Jiao and two secret service officers with calm eyes blocked his way.
With a self-deprecating wry smile on his face, Shi Qinghai looked at the people in front of him and said with a sigh, "It was a beautiful thing, why should we make it so complicated?"
"Please sit, please sit on the sofa, please don't make it difficult for us." Secretary Jiao invited him back to the sofa with a smile, made a cup of hot tea, and then ignored him.
The fort was always breached from the inside. Secretary Jiao and the military elites acted as service officers. They could keep Shi Qinghai downstairs, but they couldn't stop the eldest lady upstairs from coming down.
Zou Yu was wearing a red short-brimmed trench coat today, and a black and gold cocoa-style belt met her flat stomach, which outlined her figure very gracefully. She frowned at the man on the sofa and said in disgust, "You promised me in your letter that you would not disturb our lives."
Here we are referring to Zou Yu and her most precious child, Shi Gongzi, who used to cover up his sloppy and fearless heart with a clear face. After hearing these two words, his expression suddenly became serious and serious, even a little sacred. .
He stood up from the sofa, looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, and said very seriously: "As I said in the letter, after a long period of serious thinking and comprehensive consideration from the rational and emotional aspects, I think I need to be part of your life."
"Another way to explain it is: We are together, that is our life."
A trace of puzzlement and anger flashed in Zou Yu's bright eyes. Sitting on the single-seat sofa, a heavy sarcasm flashed across his pretty face, and he asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"It seems that the way of explanation just now is a bit too literary." Shi Qinghai took off his military cap, rubbed his hair indiscriminately, showing a sunny and handsome smile, and said, "The purpose of my visit today is to marry you. wife."
The ridicule on Zou Yu's face disappeared in an instant. Behind the dazed stiffness was shock and inexplicable embarrassment. She lowered her head slightly and sneered to hide her emotions. After a while, she said, "This joke is not funny."
"This is not a joke. Just now, I have officially proposed to your father. Because I have no family, I brought my best friend as a witness to represent my sincerity."
Shi Qinghai said in a harmonious voice, this extremely handsome man over patterns, once he sincerely displayed the gentleness of home, instead of the charm of a nightclub, he seemed so kind and warm.
Zou Yu blinked at the smile. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the other person in a daze, thinking that Xu Le had witnessed this scene with her own eyes before, and thinking of the entanglement of this man in front of her over the past year, all kinds of complex emotions flooded into her heart. There was a hint of sadness and helplessness, shame and disgust, or some kind of warm emotion that was unfamiliar to her.
But she was Zou Yu in red as cold and beautiful as a piece of porcelain, so she didn't move, let alone cry, she just fell into silence, then picked up the kettle on the coffee table and brewed a second tea for Shi Qinghai.
Eighty-eight-degree pure water was mixed into the clean long glass, and the extremely verdant new tea was swirled non-stop, rolling and stretching like fallen leaves in a stream, and at the same time, the mood of the two of them was silent on the sofa.
Secretary Jiao watched this scene quietly, waved gently, and took all the security guards in the building away, so as not to disturb the silence in the living room that was completely different from the previous one.
in the library.
Minister Zou kept pulling open drawers in various places, as if looking for something, and finally he found a dusty cedar wooden box in the corner.
He opened the wooden box and took out a stick of Ash Mountain rough tobacco, holding it awkwardly with three fingers, but couldn't find where the lighter was.
Because of his wife's relationship, Mr. Minister has not smoked for many years.
Seeing this scene, Xu Le felt a little complicated. He quickly stepped forward, respectfully lit the lighter with both hands, and lit the tobacco for him.
After Minister Zou coughed twice, he quietly watched the red light at the front of the thick tobacco and remained silent for a long time. After all, he still did not smoke. He put the tobacco on the stone flakes and let the light blue smoke slowly release into the air.
"The first time I saw you was at the funeral of Professor Shen at the Xinghe Cemetery. It was raining that day, and under the big tree, I told you that since you took the initiative to carry the blame, you must carry the blame well. ."
Minister Zou raised his head, his eyes were calm but full of oppression: "Under the tree in rainy days, it is easy to be struck by lightning, so it seems that my trust in you was not very reliable from the beginning."
"I understand, so as long as Yu Zi is willing, I can keep memorizing it. But Minister, you should know that I can only be responsible for the blame, and it has nothing to do with the blame itself." Xu Le explained in a low voice.
"But the problem is that this pot is not my style." Zou Yingxing thought of the man on the sofa downstairs, his eyes became cold, and he said, "And he is almost an idiot."
"Shi Qinghai is my friend. Although he used to be a bit rambunctious, I can assure you that as long as he settles down, he will definitely be the best husband." Xu Le looked back at his eyes, very serious Said: "And he is Liu Huo's biological father after all, no one can change this."
Minister Zou did not answer immediately, a trace of irony appeared on his face, and said: "One of the most successful spies in Qinglong Mountain, dare to go with you to assassinate Medellin, this kind of person... Maybe it will be settled? The Minister of Defense of the Federal Government daughter, can you marry such a person?"
"When the Minister of Defense hears the name Shi Qinghai, he can know a lot of information. I am not surprised." Xu Le tried to ease the tension in the study, smiled dryly, and said, "But this is at least confirmed from another aspect. , he's really a good guy."
"It's not the Minister of Defense who is investigating him, but a father who is investigating him." Zou Yingxing's voice seemed a little indifferent, "A spy of the anti-government army plays the violin outside the wall of the Xishan compound every day. To understand what happened, I can only say that the father was derelict."
Xu Le was silent after being shocked. Only then did he know that the minister had already determined who Liu Huo's biological father was. It is also true that although no one knew about the accident after drinking in the snowy night in Linhai Prefecture, except for both parties and Xu Le, but with the monstrous power of the Minister of Defense, those tiny traces were found after the suspicion was raised, and the Not a very difficult thing.
"I won't agree to this matter, because I don't want my daughter to marry a playboy, a spy, a playboy spy who may die at any time!" Minister Zou scolded in a deep voice, no doubts allowed.
Xu Le didn't have time to say more good things for Mr. Shi, when he heard the last word of Mr. Minister's indifference and conciseness.
"roll."
Xu Le was silent and walked out of the study with his head down. He finally understood where Zou Yu's fierce temperament came from. The minister's usual image of a highly respected scholar-general was just an appearance.
Zou Yingxing looked at Xu Le's back as he walked out of the study, his anger a little less, and he couldn't help but feel a little complicated. A picture of a young boy walking forward with a slap in the face appeared in his mind, and he secretly regretted it very much.
A minute later, Xu Le and Shi Qinghai were kicked out by a group of soldiers. Zou Yu, who was wearing a red trench coat, leaned against the door and smiled, holding the cup of green tea in his hand.
At this moment, the phone in Xu Le's hand rang, and he shouted angrily, "Speak."
It was Gu Xifeng who called, but Da Vinci was crying bitterly on the other end of the phone. They were beaten out of the house by Xiao Thirteenth Floor's father directly with an alloy shower. What made Da Vinci sad and happy was that, The younger sister of the tall building is actually very delicate.
Xu Le hung up the phone and glanced at Mr. Shi, who was beside him with a gloomy expression. He couldn't help feeling depressed to the extreme.