When she heard Ji Yu ask this, Song Qinglan didn't understand why, but she also restrained her tone of relaxation: "What Minister Wang?"

Minister Wang of the Tianqiongjiang City Branch.

Female, fifty-three years old, has a gentle temperament, and is considered to be decisive in doing things. She is prone to falling into a cup when she is angry.

Ji Yushi clearly remembered her every frown and smile, including the smell of perfume on her body.

However, why did Song Qinglan say that the minister of Jiangcheng Branch has the surname Qi, and there is only one?

Ji Yushi had a bad premonition in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his mind. What was wrong? Is it because they did not really come back while being hijacked, and Tianqiong stuffed their minds into a new task? Or did his memory make a mistake, and there was a phenomenon similar to overlapping memories and chaos?

His face suddenly became tense, and hesitated a little pale. His eyes were nervous and hesitant. This was the first time Song Qinglan saw Ji Yu like this.

Song Qinglan's heart skipped a beat and remembered Ji Yushi's psychological evaluation report.

Even people with a firm mind and strong personality will have psychological trauma to varying degrees after experiencing those incredible worlds. Everyone in the Sky Seventh Team has more or less experienced sequelae. Some of them can realize, while others lurk in their subconscious, but they are all out of controllable state. Therefore, the branch decided to give them a three-month holiday.

But it is different when the weather is rainy. The expert gave him the evaluation result: perfect.

Song Qinglan is the captain. He was on the scene during the meeting. The experts were not optimistic about the result because Ji Yushi was like a student who had recited the answers. He had high scores in every answer, but it was not because he really knew it.

The two had a lot of tacit understanding when they got along. Song Qinglan took a step forward and held Ji Yushi's shoulder. She couldn't help but lowered her voice: "Guest Ji, what did you think of?"

Ji Yushi's lips tightly pursed and he barely spoke, "I want to... wake up first."

As he said that, Ji Yushi took out his pill box from his pocket.

There is no benefit to taking too much medicine, but Ji Yushi's face was really bad.

Song Qinglan immediately turned around and returned to the ward to find a glass of water. Before coming out, she had already tried the water temperature with the back of her hand: "It's warm."

Ji Yushi took out one pill and put it into his mouth, then took the water from Song Qinglan's hand.

I took a sip, raised my head, rolled the Adam's apple on my slender neck, and then took the pills smoothly, and I was eager to move.

He was thin, slender, fair-skinned, and fair-skinned. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and straight and clean. It was the outfit he wore when he first came to Jiangcheng. When he first met, Song Qinglan felt that Ji Yu was like a pine tree next to a snowy lake. At this time, he tasted a hint of indefinite fragility in this cold feeling.

Do you often use drugs to maintain sobriety during the rainy season?

Or, only occasionally?

There are not many people on this floor of the medical center, and there are very few people coming and going in the corridor.

After Ji Yushi took the medicine, he stayed quietly with his eyes closed for more than ten seconds. Of course, the medicine could not take effect so quickly, but it could give people some psychological comfort.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes returned to some clarity. Seeing that Song Qinglan was still standing beside him with concern, he said, "Captain Song, do you still remember the person who arranged our mission and who was the one who seconded me to Jiangcheng?"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Captain Song! Consultant Ji!"

The teammates came over laughing and joking, and they all packed up their things.

Zhou Mingxuan said: "What are you two doing here? Waiting for us?"

Tang Qi put his younger brother's neck and smiled and said, "Captain Song, aren't you walking with Minister Qi and the others? Come here to wait for us?"

Song Qinglan naturally said: "I came here to wait for you? I'm so big-faced. I'm here to wait for Consultant Ji."

Everyone: "Try it! Different treatment!"

A group of tall and big young men, when they did a task, became soldiers and gangsters. If they were left outside, the passers-by saw them taking a detour.

Everyone complained, but they were just joking, which shows that everyone was in a good mood.

"Advisor Ji is a foreigner. I don't have a car. I have to be responsible for picking up and dropping off." Song Qinglan said naturally, "Besides, not only will Minister Qi treat you to dinner tonight, but he will also give Consul Ji a farewell party."

After dinner, Ji Yushi was about to go back to Ningcheng, and the afternoon tickets were made.

Everyone remembered the fact that Ji Yushi was about to leave the Seventh Team of the Sky.

Seven people entered the elevator in a noisy way.

Ji Yushi stood in the corner, and Li Chunjian leaned over and said, "Guester Ji, will you miss us after you go back?"

"Yeah." Duan Wen said, "Guest Ji is thin-skinned. You see, he is now depressed, it is clearly the sorrow of parting."

Ji Yushi: "…"

Except for Li Chun, everyone in the seven teams had cars. Li Chun had always taken Duan Wen's car. They all got out of the elevator on the first floor and wanted to go to the command center to pick up the car.

Song Qinglan had gone out a few times earlier, so her car parked in the underground parking lot.

After everyone left, Ji Yushi followed Song Qinglan all the way to the bottom floor.

The underground garage is not cramped. When I walked to the same place, the light suddenly flashed above my head, and a light broke out.

Ji Yushi was stunned for a second or two.

In the underground passage of Runjin Building, the hanging light tubes, the hands that stretched towards them pale, and the gunshots that kept ringing, all appeared in his mind in an inappropriate manner, and were out of control.

But in just one or two seconds, the picture dissipated.

Song Qinglan interrupted him.

"Here." Song Qinglan opened the car door and "get in the car."

This is a light silver-gray sports car with smooth lines and the paint reflects a shiny light, quietly lying on the parking space.

Song Qinglan changed into casual clothes, her black eyes and smiled, and stood next to the car, just like a car.

Ji Yushi got into the car and fastened his seat belt: "Are you filling your own bags or a rich second generation?"

Song Qinglan is not a low-key person in private. Her family background and ability all form part of his domineering personality. He started the car and drove it in a roar of voice: "That must be a pampering one's own pocket. Look, we are so well treated here, are you attracted by Consultant Ji? I can share half of the money you swallow."

After shedding the skin of Captain Guardian, young men are no different from ordinary people, except for their superior conditions.

Song Qinglan wore a simple dial watch on his wrist. Someone at Ji Yushi's house happened to have this one, but the price was not simple at all. The big hands that easily drove the Xiakara gun during the mission were clearly linked. At this time, he was holding the steering wheel loosely. Somehow, Ji Yushi thought of the feeling of their hands being held by them.

The impression is that it is very warm and powerful.

He answered Song Qinglan's joke: "Then don't want it, I'm afraid of going to jail."

Song Qinglan had expected this answer, and didn't joke anymore. Instead, she replied: "The captain's annual salary is good, and she has made some investments."

The car drove out of the medical center and out of the sky.

When passing the road gate, Song Qinglan brushed her face and turned her head to see Ji Yu squinting her eyes in the sun, looking a little lazy.

The morning sun was not so vicious. It was sunny in the rain, and its eyes followed the speed of the car to pass through the bustling street scene of Jiangcheng.

He was very quiet, probably because the medicine had already worked, his expression was much better than outside the ward just now, and he was much more awake. The group of people who were in trouble were not here, and Song Qinglan wanted to ask what Ji Yushi wanted to talk about just now, but was interrupted by the ringtone of her cell phone again.

It's during the rainy season.

Ji Yushi just got his cell phone and had not had time to report his safety to his home. It was probably because his home had received a notice.

He looked at who the caller was, and the tightness of the corners of his eyebrows and eyes loosened again and again: "Hey?"

Who is it?

Song Qinglan looked ahead.

Ji Minyue took a heavy breath when he heard his voice: "I finally came back. I thought you were really lost. I almost apologized for death in front of my dad. He killed me."

Ji Yushi's tone was also relaxed: "Bloody."

Ji Minyue: "Student Xiao Ji, don't be disgusted with blood. Lao Ji can really do it for you. After so many years, except for the time when he beat me, he has never mentioned that I shouldn't have helped you enter the sky. This month I was almost scolded to death by him. If you don't come back, I will really stain Ningcheng with blood. Mom will feel even more angry when she sees me feeling sorry for helping me."

Ji Yushi said: "You should give in to him and don't always compete with him for favor."

Give up? Compete for favor?

Song Qinglan: “…”

Song Qinglan is a person who doesn’t like to listen to others’ opinions and just wants to drive seriously.

The car was fine when it drove, but it happened to be a big intersection and encountered a red light that lasted 120 seconds.

Song Qinglan held her temple with one hand, and counted down the countdown with the red light number on the steering wheel, knocking it one by one.

Ji Minyue had briefly talked about a lot of trivial matters at home, and he could barely hold back his continued **: "What time will the ticket be?"

Ji Yushi said: "Two o'clock."

Ji Minyue calculated: "It's over four o'clock when you really get home. You'll take a break at home today and come back tomorrow? I'm afraid that if you come back today, they'll talk to you."

Ji Yushi: "Okay."

"Success." Ji Minyue said, "That's settled. I'm going to go to school tonight. There's a party, and I'll send the cat back to you."

Ji Yushi missed cats.

When he left, of course he did not really take the cat to Ningcheng branch for his colleagues to feed him, but sent it to Ji Minyue in advance. After a month of walking, his masters didn't know if they thought of him, and he guessed that there should be one.

There is nothing in the world that makes people relax like petting a cat. Just talking, Ji Yushi's lips have a curl.

He asked his brother: "What time will you come here at night?"

The light is green.

Song Qinglan drove the car out again, turned left, and integrated into the new traffic.

Ji Minyue said: "It's before seven o'clock."

Ji Yushi asked: "Have you taken a shower?"
To be continued...