After saying this, Lin Yitong was completely stunned. Shuzhai Fengshu

His little hand was still held by him, and his breath was full of his breath. Her slender eyelashes were stained with bright tears, but they were sucked dry by him. Her heart was sore and she wanted to avoid it. The sounds of "Love you" made her sink. She had to let the continuous kiss fall on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes little by little. She closed her eyes and felt a pity in his arms.

In the shooting range, the tiny man was tortured to lose his temper, like a migratory bird that was completely exhausted, being imprisoned little by little by little by little by little by little by little, combing his feathers that were completely wet by the rain...

...

When a person is fragile, his heart may be so easily captured.

When night fell, the black military Hummer parked at the open training ground and finally attracted the attention of the sentry. He greeted the sentry who had changed his guard and walked over, knocked on the car window, and when he wanted to open his mouth, he suddenly saw the person sitting inside.

His eyes suddenly widened in the dark night, his expression was extremely nervous, and he held his breath and said, "Bang!" and gave a military salute.

"Head..." Before he could say "Head Chief" even though he said it, the young soldier standing guard completely turned red because Hosran raised his cold eyes and glanced at him sternly and solemnly.

Under the dark night, the nervous little warrior could not think of any other explanation except the meaning of "shut up".

Looking at the car, there seemed to be a figure. The little soldier blushed and didn't even dare to look carefully. He carried the gun and looked back all the way back, tripping his feet and running back to the barracks.

The moonlight rises and insects are chirping.

"...No memory," the slim figure leaned gently on the half-descending passenger seat, and his white little mouth whispered, "I have no memory of my father. I am too young, and I can't even remember whether he hugged me. People all told me that the richer people are, the more stingy they are. Just like my father's family is now living a life of a top-notch person, but they still won't forget the tiny bits that others owe him. I'm really not sad, I just feel that even if a person who gave me half of his life came to this world, even if he doesn't love me so much, there is no need to force me to the point where he can't live. Do you think so?"

A warm smile appeared on her little face, but a pair of watery eyes were filled with mist. She looked up at Hosran and wanted to ask for consent, but she was in a daze and her smile became bitter. She bit her lips and lowered her head silently.

Many times, she is indeed deceiving herself.

Hosran looked at her side, his deep eyes were indefinite, and he just reached out and gently covered her head.

"You can't decide these." He said in a low voice, with a care in his tone.

After a long time, Lin Yitong said "um" softly.

With her eyelashes raised, she asked in a low voice: "What time is it?"

A light flashed in his deep eyes, and Hosran gently rubbed her hair and said softly: "8 o'clock."

8 o'clock.

It was late at night when she drove back to the city. If she wanted to go home in time, she had to leave.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips, and there was a hint of pain. She buried her face and said, "I don't want to go home."

I don't dare to go home either.

Huo Siran's eyes were slightly darker, and the force of rubbing her hair became stronger, and the palm was warm, and he lowered his body and said dumbly: "Yes."

When she came out of the hospital, she was alone, without a cell phone or taking leave. She thought she would panic when she came out and felt insecure, but she didn't expect that the night in the military region would be so quiet. It was so quiet that she wanted to escape for a while. No one could find her if she hid here, no one scolded her or blamed her... And the big hand on her head, it was so warm... She was so warm that she knew it was wrong and still still greedy and refused to leave him...

After a while, Huo Siran's cold eyebrows frowned - she had not moved for too long, which was abnormal.

The hand covering her head moved away, clasped her shoulder with one hand, and leaned towards her face that was always buried. She resisted a little, but her eyes were still slowly covered by his warm palm. When he touched him, his cold eyebrows suddenly jumped! As expected, she cried again, and his palms were wet.

The thin white lips were pursed coldly. Huo Siran held his breath and calmed down. His long arms simply picked up the lying man and wanted to take it into his arms with great care. Lin Yitong noticed his intention but frowned and refused to obey. He wanted to struggle, but his arms tightened. He leaned over and rubbed his thin lips over her little face and covered her ears. His voice fell down: "Don't move if you don't want me to kiss me."

kiss?

Her cold little face instantly burned, and her little hand wanted to push away his solid arms, but it was like a mantis arm was a car, and she was powerless. She couldn't help but choke and said in a trembling voice: "Did you kiss less..."

Regardless of whether it is right, wrong, forced, or voluntary... has he done less?

After hearing this, Hosran unexpectedly did not refute. His cold eyes stared at her deeply. Finally, when she was stunned, she pushed her with force and carried her over.

"Then do you remember when did I kiss you for the first time?" He put her comfortably on his chest and gently rubbed her hair. Hosran bowed his head and asked softly.

first?

He was completely held in his arms, breathing and vomiting, and when he asked such a question, Lin Yitong felt that she was about to suffocate, and her little face buried and said hoarsely: "Bay by the sea!"

There is a sense of grievance in my voice.

There was no sound above my head, only a breath came, like a chuckling.

She was stunned, and raised her eyes and caught a chuckle on his handsome thin lips. Her beautiful eyes were puzzled: "Isn't it?"

Recalling the scene when she was in her dormitory in the military district two months ago, Huo Siran had a smile on his lips, and his deep eyes swept out the car window to see the night in the military district, silently. She didn't know many things, but he woke up at this time. It turned out that his heart-wrenching for her came so early and began so early.

Her hair was rubbed with her big palm, and Huo Siran's eyes dimmed, and he leaned against her forehead and shouted softly: "Tongtong?"

Lin Yitong's whole body trembled, her eyelashes drooped unnaturally. Every time she heard him call her like this, her heart felt a fatal numbness.

"Why don't you tell Jing Sheng about these things?"

He asked.

Lin Yitong was stunned. When he heard him mention Jing Sheng, the place where he touched him seemed to be electrocuted, and he loosened it a little bit. Fortunately, the seat was wide enough. If he moved a little bit away from her slender figure, she could still lean against her side. Her watery eyes became clear, and she moved the hair in her ear and said, "I don't want Jing Sheng to know."

"Do you know, Chief? Jing Sheng's family is actually a third generation of red, which means that from him, three generations are all soldiers. If Jing Sheng stays at home, it is better than being a special police member. But he doesn't want to, and the elderly in the family can't do anything to him." She leaned gently on the back of the chair, looking at the bright night outside, "When we met, I was just a military doctor and college student, clean and simple, and I didn't know his background at all, so I was with him. But by graduation, I haven't let him really know the situation at my family."

"I dare not let him know that I was divorced and abandoned, and I dare not let him know that the house at home is not ours... Chief, if there are no such things, I will think I am worthy of him, but if I put them on, I will not be worthy of it."

Her smile was very warm, with a little starlight in her eyes, but it made people feel heartbroken.

Hosran sneered: "If you tell him, he might be able to help you."

Lin Yitong was stunned and looked at him.

"But what I want is a husband who can make me give to him in the future and create a warm and small family for him." She said to him gently, but seriously, and smiled, "Instead of a Cinderella meeting a prince and wanting to fall in love, but first let the prince be her savior."

She doesn't need her prince to live with her self-esteem.

She is too simple and too ordinary, but she also has her own pride and refuses to accept too unfair alms and help. This little bit of aloofness, like fireworks, explodes in her clear water eyes, and shines with dazzling light.

Hosran held his breath, stared at her with deep eyes for a while, but a pale flashed through her handsome face.

With a smile, he gently covered his lips and pressed it against her, and said softly: "Stop talking."

He couldn't listen to this.

I couldn't hear her talking about the prince, and then her mind was full of Gu Jingsheng.

Don't force him like this.

Going crazy.

A trace of warmth gradually climbed up into her eyes. Lin Yitong seemed to understand for a moment. She raised her eyes and looked at him up close. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the kiss gradually became deeper and heavier. She gently pried open the gaps of her teeth and sucked her tongue. The force was a little too strong, which made her tremble all over, and she almost felt that the soul in her body was about to be sucked away by him.

"Don't miss him tonight..." He ordered hoarsely, like a voice coming from his chest and lungs, his eyes slowly becoming bloody.

Her whole body was trembling, and her thoughts seemed to have floated up and uncontrollably. She could no longer understand why she chose to indulge with him this night, and how could they bring the two of them to this point.

Wrong.

Everything is wrong.

"Did you hear it?" His fingers poked over, as if they were on fire, burning all her consciousness bit by bit.

My eyes were wet with tears.

Lin Yitong choked and responded with a sob.

It was finally difficult to break free from the kiss he almost swallowed her, and buried his head in his warm and thick shoulder hole in pain.

"Call me." In the dark night, Hosran suddenly said.

What?

She was stunned.

Hosran bowed gently, found her breath and said softly, "Call me."

Her slender eyelashes trembled, and her voice was so dry that she spoke: "Chief..."

"No." He interrupted.

She suffocated her breath, already knowing what he wanted to say, sure enough, he said, "Call me Siran."

Her little hand gently clenched on the seat, and then her slender eyelashes trembled and drooped. For some reason, these two words couldn't be called. She had never even called his full name, let alone these two words were too intimate.

She couldn't scream.

Hosran looked at her for a while, and saw that her little face turned red and white, and her watery eyes were trembling and she didn't dare to look at him. Her heart aches. Knowing that she was too tight, she stretched out her palm and gently rubbed her hair, and said softly: "Forget it."

She couldn't scream, and he couldn't bear to force it.

Is it exhausted to hold her side and guard her like this? Hosran regained his indifference and coldness, put his arms tightly in his arms, turned over and held her in his arms and leaned against her seat, letting her listen to his heartbeat.

"Is there any problem if I don't go back all night?" he asked lightly.

Lin Yitong was disturbed by his calm and powerful heartbeat, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't know... My mother knew that I was on duty tonight before, so she wouldn't look for me. If someone would look for me, she should be someone in the hospital."

I couldn't find her phone, but before leaving, she was still in Director Qin's office and turned off the phone to charge.

I couldn't help it for a moment, patted her back, clasped the back of her head, and printed a kiss on her forehead.

After a long time, my posture is a little stiff.

Her hands and feet were inadequate in blood supply, but she lay down safely and there was nothing.

In his water eyes, he vaguely saw the epaulette on his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Chief, how old are you this year?"

He was focusing on the stiff arm that was being held by her. A hint of stunnedness flashed in Hosran's deep eyes and said softly: "Why do you think of asking this?"

She slapped her head with peace of mind: "I want to know how old it is to achieve a military rank like yours."
To be continued...