When the dessert was served, Leng Yiyao had completely classified the seemingly elegant Evans into the "elite" team in her heart. According to the most straightforward buzzwords nowadays, she had blinded him in vain. Have a good face.
"Domestic products are better. If you want to drink tea, you can drink tea. You don't know, those ghost guys always like to drink coffee, which makes me have a headache." He pointed to the faintly visible bags under his eyes: "The key is not to I can’t wake up after drinking it, I can’t fall asleep even after drinking it, I have insomnia every day.”
Leng Yiyao thought to herself, if it's not good, you don't have to drink it, and no one is pressing down on your head and neck to force it down. Besides, do you think everyone is like you, with riches and goodies readily available? In places where supplies are scarce, let alone tea sold by the gram, even coffee that you don’t like may not be available.
"What, are you complaining? I remember that you seemed to be begging for nothing at the time to go, saying that the moon abroad was rounder. Now do you regret it?" Faced with Evans' bitter look on his face, Helmer was obviously much calmer. Leng Yiyao even wondered if this person was the kind of person who often received Evans' overseas phone calls specifically to complain.
"No regrets, no regrets." Evans carefully looked at Hemmer's face and let it go as soon as possible. Immediately, he turned around and saw Leng Yiyao staring at him and talking to Hemo. She hadn't eaten a bite of the dessert yet. She couldn't help but pointed at the snack in her hand: "Don't worry, you are so thin, no matter how you eat, you won't gain weight. eat more."
Yes, my feelings treat her like a little girl trying to lose weight.
She glanced sideways at Hemo, who was half leaning on his seat, and couldn't help but chuckle. She had never seen him having fun with anyone like this before. Even though Frey was his right-hand man, he also acted so casually with this person. But although his speech is mainly ridiculing, this man who even being blind can't seem to stop his teasing nature has an ability that makes it impossible for people to understand his true nature.
Leng Yiyao slowly put the exquisite snack into her mouth. This was the first time she had seen such a contradictory person since she was reborn in this world. His appearance and soul seemed to be inhabited by two separate people, one noisy and noisy, the other quiet and depressed. And Helmer was sitting in front of him, as if whatever Evans said was just an after-dinner joke to him, and he didn't care about anything else.
It was only about eight o'clock when I finished the last bite of snacks. She raised her head and glanced at the clock, wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin: "It's getting late, I should go back." Although she was invited to have dinner together in the evening, looking at the atmosphere between the two, it was obvious that there was something serious to discuss later. . What's more, the person who can be chosen as the leader of "Baize" can take care of this military secret place in a foreign country without leakage. Evans is far from the cynical man he lets on.
Taking one last look at the smiling Evans, she couldn't help sighing: Recently, it seems that everyone around her has a secret physique. He stood up, said hello casually, then turned around and left without any hesitation. The two people in the room just took a deep look at her profile as she left, as if they couldn't believe that she was just gone, or they seemed to be contemplating other things. For a long time, the room was quiet, and no one came out. Voice.
Frey had been standing at the door from beginning to end. When he saw her pushing the door directly out, he was slightly startled. A flash of surprise flashed on his face. He glanced inward and saw that the marshal and Evans were just looking straight over, with clear expressions in their eyes. He paused in his heart, turned around immediately, and followed quickly, "I'll see you off." He took her out of the house automatically, and even prepared to drive her back to the villa himself.
Leng Yiyao stood at the main entrance of the Marshal's Mansion, turned around and smiled softly at him: "No need to bother, just arrange someone to take me back."
Frey was about to refuse, but her next words left him defenseless: "Besides, you finally met Evans, and you probably have a lot to talk about, so don't waste your time."
Frey's expression froze, and he looked at her almost as if he were looking at a monster. How did she know he was going to catch up with Evans
When he picked her up, he didn't know that the guest invited by the marshal was Evans, and they just met him face to face. Her powers of observation are simply astonishing and unbelievable.
Leng Yiyao only blinked and smiled at him and did not answer. Frey hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded to her: "Then be careful on the road, and please give me a text message when you get home." The marshal's villa was strictly guarded, and he sent someone to deliver it. In fact, there was no safety risk. , but he still warned him carefully.
She laughed at his verbosity, nodded, and got in the car.
At this time, Zhai Mu, who had been left standing outside the banquet hall door, stood there with twinkling eyes, and his sight gradually disappeared with her back. The banquet hall behind him seemed to suddenly fall into an eerie silence. He turned his head and looked at the door with an incomprehensible expression, as if he wanted to see through it and see everything inside clearly. Unfortunately, all this is in vain. Even though it looks like a decorative door, the sound insulation effect is amazingly good, and you can't hear a single movement inside.
When Frei came back from seeing Leng Yiyao off, he saw him standing quietly at the door, his eyes flashing, as if he was full of curiosity about everything inside.
He lowered his head and couldn't help but smile.
In this world, just coming to the Capital Military District from City D does not mean that he is truly classified as a direct line. After all, the Military District is never a simple place.
"Since Miss Leng has gone back and has nothing to do with us, you should go back and rest early." He stood at the door and spoke softly, but he had already made it clear that the door was closed to see off guests and no reception was allowed. He looked like he was standing at the door guarding the two people inside.
Zhai Mu's eyes flashed and fell firmly on the other person's face.
This person is very strange. I don’t know when his defensiveness towards Leng Yiyao has gradually turned into respectful and polite. Even when she left, he had to follow her and send her away in person. But when she arrived in front of him, she was holding this piece of paper. The peaceful face was full of defensiveness.
Was it because his sudden transfer brought a sense of threat to the other party, or was it all because of the marshal's attitude
Zhai Mu lowered his eyes and curled his lips quietly: "Okay." He didn't refuse or ask questions, he simply turned around and left, as if he had suddenly lost everything he was curious about. interest.
Frei looked at Zhai Mu's retreating figure in silence, with a thoughtful look on his face.
But the two people in the room were quietly making tea again, talking quietly to each other.
In the past few years, Evans has been staying abroad and rarely comes back. Even the senior officers of "Baize" rarely know his movements. Most of the time, he communicates with subordinate generals via video or phone calls.
Whereabouts become a mystery...
Many people have only heard of such a person. After all, Bai Ze's existence itself is like a fairy tale. It is spread by word of mouth among many people, but there are very few people who have the chance to meet him. He is not in the country, but it is easier than ordinary officers. It was precisely because of this that Frey, who was standing at the door, finally understood why the marshal arranged his trip early in the afternoon yesterday, but no one in the whole government knew the reason.
Apart from the marshal, no one else in the empire could know what Evans was doing.
Inside the door…
"Everyone has left, what are you still staring at?" Frey stood outside with his mind wandering, while Evans inside opened the tea cup with a leisurely look and took a sip slowly. "Where did you find the little girl movie?"
"After you went abroad, you talked more and more nonsense." Hemo gave him a cold look, his eyes were cold, and no longer as casual and plain as he had just been in front of Leng Yiyao: "I asked you to come here to see with your eyes, not with your mouth. Said."
Evans smiled, but was not afraid of his low-pressure look at all. When the little girl was eating, he could clearly see that Hemo's eyes seemed to be blocked by a circle of water waves. There were slight waves, and he couldn't see the depth, but they were clearly different from before.
He had just left the empire for a little while, but someone recently reported that the marshal actually visited Bai Ze late at night with a little girl. The key is that he deigned to teach her how to practice epee with his own hands.
At that time, he couldn't control the idea of returning to the country to take a look.
A plane ticket, almost as soon as possible back to the country. I never thought that the time I made yesterday would be missed.
Fortunately, today all my wishes came true.
"I've seen it with my eyes. If you leave me here, you probably have something to ask." He lightly twitched the corners of his lips, and the carelessness on his face gradually disappeared. At this moment, the face that was as delicate as a scholar's was filled with an indifference and sharpness that was missing just now.
"You've stayed out for too long, don't you even want to go back to the country?" Hemo only looked at him with lowered eyebrows, his eyes filled with turmoil.
Evans was suddenly silent, and the air was stagnant for a moment.
That night, Frey stayed outside for a long time until late at night, when the door to the banquet hall finally opened from the inside.
"Still not asleep?" It was Evans who came out, a little scarlet on his fingertips flashing in the night. Frey turned around and found that he was holding a cigarette between his legs and looking into the distance with smokey eyes. An eyepatch was already put on his face, completely covering his right eye.
Frey was startled, and then a pure smile appeared on his face: "I'm waiting for the marshal to finish chatting with you, and I want to have a drink with you."
It’s been many years, really long time no see.
Ever since Evans became the person in charge of Bai Ze, it seems that he has not appeared in public for a long time. Later, when he himself traveled around the world with the marshal, there were even fewer opportunities for the two of them to meet. In the past few years, Evans completely disappeared from the country and disappeared, and he really never saw the other party.
"You're the only one who dares to drink with me?" Evans flicked the cigarette ashes from his fingertips, and without making a sound, his other hand reached his forehead.
"Bang" -
The index finger and thumb intertwined, and with a flick, they instantly landed on Frey's forehead.
It's so fast that people can't even react quickly.
Frey was stunned, and he was halfway through swinging his fist, but it was half a beat too late.
"The little guy doesn't even have all his hair." Facing his astonished look, Evans couldn't help but chuckle, showing his nonsensical look again.
"Who said my hair hasn't grown yet? I'm already a colonel." The last time we were separated, he had just obtained the military status of major. In the blink of an eye, so much time had passed. Frey lowered his head and touched his forehead, and couldn't help but giggle. He was completely different from the shrewd and strong look in front of others.
"No matter how fast you rise, it doesn't matter. When you were a soldier under me, you were just a little kid. Now, you're not much better." He smiled and rubbed Frey's spiky head. Full of gentleness.
"Tsk, you are the marshal's first personal guard, how can I compare with you." Frey keenly noticed that Evans was not in a particularly good mood. He looked inside, but there was no sign of Hemmer. , couldn't help but tilted his head.
But Evans signaled him not to meddle in other people's business: "Let's go out and practice your skills. Let me see if you have improved during this time."
Among the three Guards officers under Hemmer, Frey was the youngest. When he entered the military area, he was noticed by the Marshal, but he thought he had no military background and left him to be trained by the then Guards Officer Evans.
If Helmer is the person Frey will always swear allegiance to in his life, then Evans is both a mentor and a brother. He admires him, respects him, and looks forward to the day when he can truly surpass him.
Seeing the fighting spirit burning in Frey's eyes, Evans smiled and inhaled the last puff of cigarette into his lungs.
The scent of nicotine, mixed with past memories, came to my face one after another.
He raised his head and looked at the moon in his hometown, and suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had truly let go and enjoyed the silence and tranquility.
On the training ground of the Marshal's Mansion at night, two dark figures came and went, their movements sharp but without murderous intent. The onlookers were all dispersed by Helmer himself. He was leaning alone on the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor, quietly. Watching those two people show off all their fighting skills without any scruples.
That night, many people stayed awake all night, keeping their eyes open until dawn...
When Leng Yiyao went to school the next day, the weather turned a little cloudy and not as sunny as Monday and Tuesday. Many students put on an extra layer of coats. As she walked on campus, she saw more and more people bowing their heads and backing away, bowing and calling her "Miss Leng," which made her feel a little funny.
If an unfamiliar outsider saw this scene, they would probably think that her identity was outstanding. It is clear that she is just the daughter of a wealthy businessman.
"Yao Yao!" A soft call, like the cry of a kingfisher, stirred up a storm in the originally peaceful morning.
Leng Yiyao paused, almost feeling that the situation in front of her could be written into a script and made into a third-rate movie.
That woman with red eyes and fragile eyes, if I remember correctly, is she the dignified eldest sister who is famous all over the country
She suddenly stopped and stood far away, looking at her with an expression as if she were watching a roadside performance. For a moment, the faces of all Shengde High School students around her were filled with excitement.
Make trouble!
This eldest sister is clearly here to cause trouble!
Miss Leng indeed has a hotly-searched physique. No matter which day she comes to school, there will be big news.
On the first day, the royal family and the military were mobilized. On the second day, they won the thirty darts game that no one had broken through in many years. What was being played today
Seeing that graceful and graceful woman's face froze, everyone wanted to move a bench over to watch the show!
"I heard from dad that you transferred to Shengde and came to see you. How have you been lately?" Seeing Leng Yiyao not moving a step, there were many figures between them, as if she was talking to herself, Leng Yiyao Yiyi was completely unable to step down from the embarrassing situation, but thinking of the expressions on his father and brother's faces before leaving, he forced himself to smile and walked towards her naturally.
"As you can see, it's not too bad." The dark color on her face faded instantly. In view of Hemo's earth-shattering purge, she guessed that the two foxes at home had gotten wind of the news, but they couldn't easily come to verify it, so they saved the country by kicking her sister, who usually had the worst relationship with her, to calm her down. .
Looking at Leng Yiyi, who was dressed elegantly and behaved in an attractive manner, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic. Although the other party's IQ is limited, his emotional intelligence is still high. Such an obvious move to use her as a backing may be an unintentional slap on her face.
That was it, and he could still smile so hard that he couldn't stop talking. Leng Yiyao had to praise him. In terms of swallowing her anger, she would not be able to match this guy in another eight hundred years.
"I just arrived in the capital on my morning flight. I don't know where you live, so I just came to the school. Aren't you angry?" Leng Yiyan smiled, holding her palm in his own hand, with a look of distress on his face, "Why not Wear more clothes? Your hands are cold."
Leng Yiyao trembled all over at these disgusting words, and goosebumps rushed out. She retracted the sympathy she had just expressed, saying that in terms of being a "drama queen", this person was simply the spokesperson on the scene.
Leng Yiyan was embarrassed by the innocent look on her lips. In fact, she didn't just arrive in the capital this morning.
She arrived at the hotel last night, expecting her father to tell her Leng Yiyao's address, but she didn't know that the place where he mailed the materials was actually the hotel. In other words, no one in the family knew where she lived.
She called, but the other party's phone kept showing that she was on a call, apparently automatically filtering unknown calls.
She flew over half of the empire, from south to north, like a big joke, and she was already in trouble before she even met anyone.
But what can she do? The whole family's life and death depended on that man's words, but Leng Yiyao used some seductive trick to actually hug him into his lap. Thinking of having only met Du Hemo once, she felt so angry that she felt numb all over!
Obviously, it was clearly her who saw Hemo first. Why, why did the little goblin in front of her succeed in the end
Jealousy made her go crazy. She tossed and turned on the hotel bed, keeping her eyes open all night until dawn. With no other way to contact him, he had to make the last resort - wait at Shengde High School and wait.
But seeing her walking all the way, all the other students carefully made way for her, bowed their heads respectfully, and called her "Miss Leng" in unison. What does it mean? She has only been in school for two days, but she has conquered a lot of the proud ones? She suddenly felt that the sister in front of her with a carefree smile was completely different from the one in her memory.
"Did my coming here affect you?" Leng Yirou glanced around and found that everyone was looking at them with energetic expressions, as if they were very curious about her appearance. And since I was too polite to get close enough to listen, I didn’t know how to put on my expression for a while.
"Fortunately, it's still early for class anyway." Just standing in this main passage, they almost attracted most of the people turning their heads. Leng Yiyao couldn't help but give her cheap dad a middle finger. If she had known it, The transfer materials were not handed over to him at that time and were directly handled by Hemmer. "Come with me." Rather than stand on the road and watch the show while others watch, she would rather find a place alone for this man to fully display his acting talents.
He looked back at Liao Sijie, who happened to be walking over, nodded, and said hello: "Please ask Walker for a leave of absence for me. I have some personal matters to deal with."
Liao Sijie stared blankly at Leng Yiyao standing next to Leng Yiyao, and nodded blankly, but she always felt that she had seen this young lady somewhere, but where could it be? At her age, she is already over 20, so she is obviously not in the same circle of friends as her.
Without stopping, Leng Yiyao took her sister, who was much more honest, directly to the depths of the woods.
The "special class" exclusive rest area, no one can enter. It was so early in the morning, so of course there was no one there.
She walked in front without even looking back. Even though Leng Yiyan was a graduate student at a world-famous university, she was slightly shocked by the generosity of the primeval forest that Shengde High School had opened up for its special class. When she followed Leng Yiyao into her exclusive wooden house, her whole body was so numb that she couldn't feel anything.
"I can roughly guess why you came here. There's no need to say anything about pleading. If you want a word of truth from the military community, that's fine." Leng Yiyao pointed to the table in the room and smiled softly at her. He didn't give her a chance to speak.
Leng Yiyi was stunned. Before she could smile, she saw that her younger sister had already pushed a stack of things in front of her: "Take the things here and show them to your father. If he agrees, the marshal will I'm responsible for settling it."
Leng Yiyi stared blankly at the document bag in front of him, suspecting that this rebellious sister had really been tricked. Otherwise, how could she be so easy to talk to
However, looking at the seal on the file bag, she didn't know why, but she had an ominous premonition: "What is this?"
"Transfer contract." Leng Yiyao stood in front of the table and chuckled at her: "To be precise, it is the equity transfer contract of Leng Group. It doesn't cost much, just 40%."
Leng Yiyi suddenly raised his head, looking at her as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, as if looking at a madman. This was not a matter of more or less: "Are you crazy? Throughout the empire, women have never had the right to inherit property. !" No matter how arrogant you are, you still have to have some restraint. The empire has always respected men, and inheritance rights are passed down through men. No matter how outstanding a girl is, her family will give her a generous dowry when she gets married, so that she can stand upright in her husband's family. What the hell is going on in her mind? She actually asked to transfer the equity of the family group to her.
Leng Yiyao glanced at her with a faint smile. She liked to look at other people's expressions with the sky falling...