There was no room for counterattack, no possibility of turning defeat into victory, so he just knocked him to the ground hard.
Evans was so stunned that when Frey quickly ran over and untied the ribbons on their faces, he had not yet recovered.
When the moonlight fell in front of his eyes and his left eye regained sight, he watched quietly as Leng Yiyao got up from him, wiped away the grass clippings, and smiled calmly: "Bones, do you want it?" Can I help you take it back?"
The joint of his right arm had just been broken open by her, so it was probably broken.
Evans nodded blankly, still not recovered. Why can a person smile so warmly after going through the fight just now
"Kudeng" -
The sound of bones colliding together with the sudden pain brought him back to reality. He just blinked and saw that the top of her head was not even close to his chin. At this moment, with a soft and carefree smile on her face, she was clearly still the girl with bright eyes and cool teeth, not the winner who was able to navigate the darkness and act decisively just now.
He had to admit that some people were probably born with the favor of God, and all seemingly impossible things were easily solved in the hands of the other party.
a match
He looked back at the pile of ropes on the ground, and almost ended up saying, "I'm a knife-sitter, and I'm a fish-meat." The gap between the two of them obviously cannot be described in terms of competition...
At this moment, he subconsciously looked at the marshal standing on the steps, motionless as the wind.
So, Marshal, in this short three and a half minutes, have you already explored her depths...
Evans stood on the grass, just standing quietly, as if trying to see clearly the emotions in Helmer's eyes through the dark night.
However, after following him for many years, the marshal who could always understand his feelings immediately with just one glance seemed to be particularly abnormal tonight.
The thick fog seemed to cover his eyes, and the dark and cold light slowly floated from the deepest part. He looked straight at Leng Yiyao, and no one could see his expression clearly.
Frey suddenly felt a little nervous and cautiously approached Evans, "Is the Marshal unhappy?"
The person in charge of Bai Ze couldn't even hold on for three minutes under the hands of a little girl. Saying this kind of thing is simply a slap in the face!
The key point is that the face of the military community is stepped on by Leng Yiyao in front of the marshal. No matter how tolerant and generous he is, he will not be able to accept it for a while.
After Frey's words were almost whispered into his ear, Evans turned his head and looked at him almost in astonishment. How did the circuits in his brain grow
Leng Yiyao is willing to show his true strength in front of them. Doesn't he still know what it means
A minute ago, she clearly left some room, just because she didn't want to make him look too ugly. In the entire military world, no one knows that to be able to reach his current position, there is no doubt about his ability in the military world. She can obviously strike to the end with one strike, so why should she be merciful
"Let's go, I'm hungry." While the three men were silent, Leng Yiyao lowered her head and suddenly touched her flat belly and muttered.
She only ate some crabs in total, and they were all digested in one exercise. The oil-soaked shrimp she had just eaten was probably too cold, so she probably couldn't eat it. She looked back at Evans and Frey, who were messy in the wind, and couldn't help but blink. Wink: "Has the chef prepared any other dishes?"
Emotions, it was like she was warming up in those three minutes, and she wasn't even hungry yet. Does it matter
Evans originally thought that even though he had lost a bit of status, he could still help the marshal test out her depth. Now, he was so shocked that he didn't know what expression to put on.
Three years ago, he ranked among the top five in the military skills competition!
She was decisively pinned to the ground like this, without the ability to fight back. She didn't even feel a sense of accomplishment at all. She turned around and was thinking about food
Does she have to take defeating him so naturally that she doesn't care so much
"Let the chef serve the food." From the other side, Hemo's faint voice came. He turned sideways, and the cold moon reflected his face, which was as dreamy and handsome as a dream.
Frey was trembling all over from being unfolded by this god. What did the Marshal's reaction mean? Is it anger, joy, or is it as if nothing has happened
Turning his head to look at Leng Yiyao, the other party looked unfinished, clearly looking forward to the dinner later.
This, this, this….
ORZ….
He was almost driven crazy by these two gods...
The chef was forced outside by Frey. He had already been frightened out of his mind because of tonight's oil-soaked shrimp incident. Although the plate of hot food did not fall on anyone in the end, as long as he recalled that critical moment, his calves began to tremble unconsciously. He originally thought that a disaster was waiting for him, but unexpectedly, Hemo turned around and came back within a few minutes.
It really didn't take more than a few minutes.
He blinked his eyes and estimated that it would only take a while to stir-fry a plate of shredded pork.
"Marshal asked you to go back and serve the food." Frei trotted over. It was not because he was afraid that Leng Yiyao would be really hungry, but because he was really confused by the atmosphere just now. Instead of staying there inexplicably, it would be better to come over early. Take the chef back.
"Huh?" The chef's plump body trembled, as if he heard alien language.
"Just go if you are told. Where did all these dramas come from!" Frei snorted coldly, his head hurt when he looked at the chef who could almost open his mouth so much that he could stuff an egg into it.
"Okay, okay." He stood up tremblingly, finally realizing that he was not hallucinating just now. So, the storm just now is over? As long as he tries his best to satisfy Miss Leng, can he make up for it
At this moment, Frey looked at the chef's burning fighting spirit, and suddenly just wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, what the hell is going on
What about the conclusion of the game just now
What about showing your strength as promised
Why did it come in such a big circle and finally return to the theme of eating, eating, eating
When the chef showed up with freshly baked chicken steak stuffed with ham and cheese, Frey found that people at the table were already chatting happily.
What the hell
He just went out for a while. What does it mean that Evans and Leng Yiyao toasted and drank and looked at ease? What does it mean that the marshal is sitting in the main seat and is conniving and casual
Frey suddenly felt that his IQ was not enough.
The chef stood at the door tremblingly. The ham and cheese stuffed chicken steak in her hand exuded a strong flavor, causing everyone on the table to turn around. She suddenly smiled brightly: "I have never seen this dish before. Is it your specialty? ?”
As if he had received an amnesty, the chef immediately walked over cautiously. This time, he held his fingers tightly on the edge of the plate, fearing that he would make the same mistake again: "Yes, the cheese and ham here are all made by me. You Try it and you will definitely be surprised.”
The golden cheese is wrapped around the outside, and the rich aroma instantly surrounds the whole room. Leng Yiyao smiled and picked out some with the cutlery and slowly put it into his mouth.
The crispy golden shell is crisp in the mouth, and the smooth cheese directly enhances the sweetness, but the meat in the chicken steak explodes instantly and blends in with the crispy taste...
Leng Yiyao couldn't help but squint her eyes and felt that she was really enjoying herself tonight!
Seeing this scene, Evans suddenly felt that the wise saying was very reasonable: "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach." However, this sentence should really be said the other way around, especially when it comes to Leng Yiyao.
At least, it seems that the marshal is definitely not as obsessed with food as she is.
"Since Miss Leng can't eat such satisfactory food at school every day, why not come directly to the Marshal's Mansion every night. I think the chef's skills will definitely satisfy you." Seeing that he was leaving tonight, before leaving, He decided that he would still do his duty for Helmer. How could his strength be inferior to that of a little girl
When he thought about those three black minutes just now, he felt that he was at the end of his rope! But seeing Leng Yiyao turn around and forget about it as if nothing happened, he understood that she didn't want to embarrass him. If he doesn't help the marshal to catch up on such a kind-hearted little girl, he simply doubts that his IQ is the same as Frey's. After that, he turned around and glanced at the stupid guy at the door. What are you looking at? Come over and add more wood to the fire!
Frey felt dizzy that he could not keep up with the rhythm of these three people. When he turned his head, he saw Evans glaring at him. But why are you staring at him? He didn't do anything wrong
He sat back down in his original seat with a puzzled expression, and then realized that the topic of inviting Leng Yiyao to the Marshal for dinner seemed to have been raised two days ago. What was her reaction at that time
"No." After swallowing the last bite of ham and cheese-stuffed chicken steak, Leng Yiyao wiped the corners of her mouth elegantly with a napkin, raised her head, and smiled at the stunned Evans: "I run to the Marshal's Mansion every day. I don't need to go to high school anymore." Walker, Yunlai, and even many well-known families in the Imperial City who could name her have already started investigating her background. It's not that she doesn't know, it's just that it's useless to take care of them. She can't point a gun at them and ask them to let go. Now she only knows that she has a relationship with the royal family and the military. Lu Chen and Hemo treat her very differently, but if she runs to the Marshal's Mansion every day, the word "cohabitation" will almost be engraved on her forehead. . She didn't care about being gossiped about or anything like that. The key thing was to think of engraving the LOGO of "Hemmer's Woman"...
She rubbed her temples, not wanting to even think about it.
She already has no private space. She goes to classes at Shengde from Monday to Thursday, reports to the military academy on Friday and Saturday, and finally gets a day off on Sunday. Can you please face the welfare of her "child laborer"
Forehead…
Compared to the last time when I didn't say anything or face rejection, this time I said NO without any hesitation.
Evans suddenly felt that he couldn't continue talking today.
Isn't it that she can't refuse delicious food? Why is it so difficult for her to come to the Marshal's Mansion
He looked up with some trepidation to see the marshal's face, and saw that he had no expression, but there was something slightly wrong with the smile at the corner of his mouth.
He lowered his head and pierced the ham and cheese stuffed chicken steak in front of him with a fork. Although it was delicious, his mood was down all the way.
"You're leaving tonight, so I won't go to the airport to see you off. Here's a toast to you. May all your wishes come true and you return home soon." Leng Yiyao didn't know what his mentality was, but he kept inviting her. I came to the Marshal's Mansion, but I still admire Evans's courage and mind. This world is especially unfair to women. Even Yunlai, who had seen her methods, became completely uneasy when he "overheard" her asking for 40% of the Leng Group's equity. But this person was completely suppressed by her within three minutes, and the senior military officials who lost without any hope of recovery had no grudges and smiled magnanimously. She saw his attitude in his eyes - it was not shameful to lose to a woman. As long as he is strong, he will be convinced regardless of whether he is a man or a woman.
Such people hide their courage and are willing to endure suffering for the sake of the overall situation. They can proudly ignore the high position of the entire military, and they can also get up from the ground, shake off the dust, and move forward steadily.
She appreciates and recognizes this kind of person from the bottom of her heart, and is truly willing to make him a friend.
As for the farewell in the evening, needless to say, he also went to the exclusive military airport to take a night flight. It would be too much for people to talk, so she would not cause trouble.
She stood up and raised the wine glass with both hands. Although it was a bubbling low-alcohol wine, the two of them looked at each other, but at the same time they felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
Evans quickly stood up, raised his head, and drank all the wine in his glass: "With your good words, I wish you all the best in the imperial capital."
He had heard a little about Frey about the Leng family's affairs. Leng Weiran and Leng Chao bribed senior military officials to inquire about the marshal's itinerary. They should obviously be on the purge list, but now it seems that the marshal is planning to go online for her sake. However, Leng Yi Yao Ming hugged the marshal halfway with his thigh. What does that mean
Or does she have other considerations that make her unwilling to come to the Marshal's Mansion every day
Helmer just watched the two of them going back and forth, not paying attention to the movements of his hands. Only when Leng Yiyao said "no" just now, the expression on her face paused for a moment. At other times, it was exactly the same as usual.
Frey suddenly realized that he had learned a lesson from being around the marshal for so many years.
Obviously, the marshal wants Miss Leng to report every day, but what method should he find? Even her favorite delicacies can withstand temptation...
His eyes wandered around, and finally fell straight on the wine glass in her hand.
Although the alcohol content is not high, this wine is easy to get addicted to.
The little girl's family will definitely not drink like these rough guys.
Looking up again, his eyes were so bright.
"Miss Leng," he stood up immediately: "Tomorrow you will graduate from the military academy. With this drink, I wish you all the best."
There is nothing wrong with this toast.
Although Leng Yiyao was not afraid of tomorrow's trip, she was quite happy to hear what Frey said. Although the principal of the military academy has also been seen, the instructors below are the highlight. After all, the king of hell is easy to see, but the devil is difficult to deal with.
"Thank you." She nodded and drank the same drink as the previous one.
Frey's eyes couldn't help but brighten even more. Hey, there's a show.
It has to be said that there are many ways to persuade people to drink. As long as you are willing, you can come up with any number of words to persuade you to drink. Frey and Evans were both veterans of the military. To put it bluntly, they had never seen any scene at the wine table. It was not a matter of minutes to persuade a young girl to drink.
Where is Leng Yiyao
She is usually very alert. However, the first moment she took the bubbling wine into her mouth, she felt that, as Frey said at the time, the wine had no alcohol content. In terms of her many years of drinking experience, what is this? In addition, she did beat Evans to the point where he couldn't get off the stage tonight. In order to avoid embarrassment, she had two drinks with them. She didn't think it had anything to do with it.
who knows…
When the meal was finished and she was about to get up and leave, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly felt that there were two more shadows of Hemo on the main seat.
She held the table with one hand, couldn't help but shook her head, and looked closely, ah no, there were clearly two more shadow clones.
It felt like stepping on cotton under my feet, and I couldn't use any strength at all.
This time, she didn't need anyone to tell her that she was too drunk.
Really, careless!
She took a deep breath, only remembering that she had never been drunk after a thousand drinks, but she forgot about this "Leng Yiyao" small body. As a minor, I probably haven't had a few drinks, let alone the amount of alcohol. . Body skills and skills can receive memories from previous lives through the brain, but there is no way to do this for purely biological functions such as alcohol consumption.
"Miss Leng?" Frey was overjoyed, but with a worried look on his face, he walked over: "Are you okay?"
"It seems, a bit... a bit too drunk." She felt that it was either a phantom or there was something wrong with her eyes. Why did Hemer's eyes actually smile when she heard her say that. From the moment she refused to come to the Marshal's Mansion every day to eat and drink, Hemo in the chair became taciturn. If it weren't for the constantly changing dishes on his plate, she would have thought that his mind was no longer on the meal.
"Ah? What should we do?" Frey was ecstatic, but he still had to hold back his happiness, pretending to look at the marshal with a face full of panic.
Evans stood nearby, nodding his head in thought. Children can be taught, children can be taught!
"Prepare a guest room for her and stay here at night." Hemo raised his head, looked into her wet eyes, and paused slightly with his fingertips.
Probably because of the alcohol, all the calmness and composure in her eyes had faded away, and they were surrounded by moisture, which made her look a little bit embarrassed. Her cheeks were red, not sure if it was because of the high temperature, but there was something slightly wrong with the breath coming out of her mouth. On her face as white as jade, those lips became more and more dazzling, and she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl who was not yet under age.
No, soon I won’t be sixteen anymore. She said it was her birthday next week and she would be seventeen soon.
"But..." Leng Yiyao felt dizzy, but she still heard what Hemo said clearly, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"I'm going to the airport soon. Miss Leng, you'd better stay here at night and don't distract the marshal." Evans came to contribute again at the critical moment.
Leng Yiyao felt that the sky was dark in front of her now, and she couldn't understand at all. What did Evans say that he was going to the airport immediately and that Hemo was distracted by her. Frey carefully held his right hand, and naturally Delivered to door. "Don't worry, no one here will disturb your sleep. If you go to the military academy tomorrow, it's convenient for me to take you there myself."
It was obviously closer to the military academy from her villa. To him, it seemed like it was more convenient to start from the Marshal's Mansion.
Leng Yiyao was so relieved by him that her head hurt, but she also understood that in her current situation, it was simply a wishful thinking to go back to the villa alone. Besides, the Marshal's Mansion is not like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. You can just stay here for just one day. You can't, Hemo's people should leak the news themselves.
"Thank you." She nodded with a pure smile.
Frey didn't know why, but he suddenly felt like the wolf grandma who kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood. His heart was on fire, and he helped her to the guest room on the second floor with a natural look on his face.
Arriving at the entrance, Leng Yiyao suddenly paused.
No matter how hard Frey tried to hold him, he couldn't move.
The expressions of the people in the room suddenly changed. Are they sober? Not so fast
But Leng Yiyao suddenly turned around and waved his hand to the stunned Evans: "Everything happens as it happens, don't remember the hatred too deeply. When the matter is over, go back to China as soon as possible. It's not worth ruining your life for others."
When she said this, her eyes were far and near, as if she were speaking to someone else through him. But the seriousness in his eyes was anything but fake.
Evans didn't have time to be angry that Frey actually told Leng Yiyao everything about him. But at this moment, staring into her eyes, he suddenly felt that although she was young, she was a person who had already understood life and had a lot of wisdom. wise man.
Once a person is obsessed with hatred, he will gradually lose his true heart and put aside all the things he cherishes most. Over time, hatred has become the only reason and goal for living. But what happens once the hatred is over? He will suddenly feel horribly empty, and in the end, he will realize that he has lived for his enemies for so many years in vain.
She has seen too many such things and encountered too many.
Everyone said she was cold-hearted, and that was why she never got into other people's emotions easily. Why bother, life is in such a hurry that there is no time for all the fun and revelry. Being obsessed with others is just delaying yourself. She has understood this truth from a long time ago. I just hope that he understands too.
Evans' expression suddenly froze. Before he could recover, Leng Yiyao had already turned around and left step by step following Frey's guidance.
In the room, the chef had already disappeared without a trace.
Only Evans's breathing became heavier and heavier, and Helmer's eyes became more and more burning...
"Miss Leng, all the toiletries are in the bathroom, please feel free to do so. I will come and call you tomorrow morning." Frei helped Leng Yiyao to the room. He did not dare to take a step inside, but stopped at the door, careful Instructions.
"Thank you." She nodded, still looking confused. Frey suddenly felt a little guilty, but imagining the future, he suppressed all the shame in his heart: "If anything happens, call the inside line. There is someone in the duty room who has sex 24 hours a day." In view of the fact that Yuan had never had contact with women before, the marshal's mansion There were no maids or servants, most of them were soldiers. It was scary that if she had any inconvenience, he could only tell him in person, and he could only remind her kindly.
"Okay." The word "difficult" can be used to describe Leng Yiyao before he got drunk. He was neither soft nor hard, and never fell for the trick. But when he was drunk, Leng Yiyao was simply a good student. He said everything he said, without his usual shrewdness at all.
Frey explained everything that could be said clearly, and was no longer embarrassed to stay at the door. He was about to leave, but he didn't see the cold eyes behind him from the crack of the slowly closing door...
"It's time for me to go." After Leng Yiyao left, the restaurant fell into silence for a moment. After a long time, Evans raised his head and said softly to Helmer: "If we don't leave, it will be too late to arrange the route." Aircraft directly under the military can be on standby at any time, but the route over the imperial capital cannot be arranged at will. In order to avoid the eyes and ears, he specially arranged his flight tonight. He had just played a game with Leng Yiyao, and the subsequent drinking sessions took a lot of time. He raised his head and looked straight at Hemo. Even though Leng Yiyao's words before leaving shook his heart, he still wanted to go on.
"I'll take you out." Helmer met his eyes and knew what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the door.
The cool wind gets colder as time goes by. The temperature difference between morning and evening in the empire is so clear no matter which city we are in. The two of them crossed the lawn, walked through the cloister, and passed through the hall one after another, all the while silent.
Walking straight out of the gate, where the lights and shadows intertwined, they saw an ordinary SUV parked at the intersection, and the two of them stopped at the same time.
"Marshal, just send it here." Evans lowered his head. He only returned to the imperial capital once in several years. It was impossible not to miss his motherland. And in front of him was the only person he swore allegiance to. For so many years, he had followed his footsteps through swords and flames and power struggles. But now, he was about to leave again. This time, he didn't know when we would meet again...
"I have no other requirements from you." In this dark night, Hermer's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate anything and reach straight to his heart. He looked at him so simply, but every word was worth a thousand dollars: "You just have to live."
While alive, even if he assassinates an important military official of a neighboring country, once his flaws are exposed, it will start a war between the two countries, and he will be responsible for it.
If he lives, even if he is sent to the International Military Tribunal after the incident, he will be responsible for everything.
Alive, even if his wish comes true in the end and he has no worries, he will be in an embarrassing situation, but he must come back alive!
There were clearly only five words, but Evans seemed to be stunned. He stood there in a daze, unable to recover.
This man is the ultimate worshiper of all soldiers in the empire, and is an omnipotent god in the eyes of everyone!
How could he be so virtuous and capable as to be able to follow him and follow him, surviving from despair and adversity along the way
Evans suddenly closed his eyes tightly, and the black blindfold became wet in an instant, but he had no idea.
Stand straight, stand at attention, have a strong military posture, put your heels together, and make a "pop" sound, salute!
"Yes!" His voice was choked, but extremely firm!
Helmer suddenly looked at him and smiled softly, then turned around and said no more.
Behind him, Evans also turned around and was about to get in the car and leave. The car door had already been opened, but he paused for a moment, turned back suddenly, and said loudly to Hemo's back: "Marshal, no matter what thoughts you have about Miss Leng, Sooner rather than later!”
With an elegant figure and a noble temperament, Hemer suddenly slipped his right foot under the astonished eyes of the door guards and almost fell off the threshold...