Lin Han keenly noticed the change in He Yunting: "What's the matter?"

He Yunting himself hadn't recovered from the shock, but he was too used to hiding everything and didn't say anything, and subconsciously denied: "It's okay."

He didn't want to hide it from Lin Han, but now that the two of them can't see each other, telling him will only increase his worry.

While talking to Lin Han, he recalled, did he really remember it wrong?

He doubted himself briefly.

But he is very confident in his memory, as long as he has experienced things, he can leave traces in his mind.

He quickly calmed down and felt that there was such a gap, if it wasn't his own problem, then there must be something missing.

As long as there are omissions, re-review and investigation, you will definitely find the problem.

But it's too late now, and there will be new tasks tomorrow, so it's not the time to think about what happened three years ago.

Lin Han didn't ask more, just said with concern: "Then is there anything else to investigate?"

He Yunting's voice didn't sound unusual, he calmly replied "No", and after a while, he paused and said, "But maybe you have to come here from time to time these days."

Lin Han said "Okay" and didn't ask any further questions.

The two chatted a few more naturally, Lin Han took advantage of the situation to tidy up He Yunting's study, and then sat back on the chair to rest.

"Your study is so empty," Lin Han asked curiously, "This house is so big, don't you usually live in it?"

"Someone will come to clean up regularly, and the housekeeper will arrange it." He Yunting replied.

"Oh." Lin Han responded, "Then I'll go back."

It seems that both of them have a late shyness. After that incident, they would rather listen to their voices and imagine each other's appearance, but neither of them took the initiative to click the video button.

"Lin Han." He Yunting suddenly changed the subject, "I plan to let Qi Jiamu follow you in the past two days. By the way, I will take some time to go to Xu Zhiheng's laboratory to see how his brother is doing."

"You should be more impressed with him, hear that he has improved, and find out where he is."

"Okay."

"Don't worry about what Qi Jiamu will do, he doesn't have the key to the last door, what's more, his younger brother still needs maintenance treatment." He Yunting added as if he understood Lin Han's worries.

"What about you?" Lin Han asked. Even though he knew that this question was meaningless and unnutritious, he couldn't help but blurt out, "How are you?"

He Yunting said without hesitation: "No problem. Once the plan is deployed, it can be implemented."

Lin Han remembered what He Yunting said before: "Is the proton star very difficult?"

At that time, when Qi Jiaze attacked him on the battleship, He Yunting also did not hesitate to draw his gun and shoot, not to mention that there are already many people in Proton Star who seem to have fused similar genes. According to He Yunting's style, blood may flow into rivers and all risks will be eliminated. possible.

"It's nothing." He Yunting didn't want to say more, and even hesitated for a while, as if he was worried that he would scare Lin Han, and was unwilling to tell him his plan.

But Lin Han guessed one or two right, didn't ask any more, just said comfortably: "You can do anything wrong."

"Don't hesitate, don't have doubts," Lin Han said, "I'll always be on your side."

He Yunting did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until Lin Han thought whether he was asleep, or something else, that the other party responded lightly and said, "Okay."

"wait me back."

"Then you go to bed earlier, it's very late over there now," Lin Han couldn't stop himself from becoming long-winded, so he had to abandon himself and go with himself, "I'll tell Qi Jiamu tomorrow."

"Um."

Lin Han wanted to hang up but was reluctant to hang up. While feeling that he had such a time, he also wanted to hear more from He Yunting.

But He Yunting is still very straight sometimes. Seeing that Lin Han didn't speak for a long time, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Lin Han laughed at himself, but his eyes were full of tenderness. He called the other party's name, "He Yunting."

"Then after I come back with Qi Jiamu tomorrow... can I sleep at your house?"

Lin Han's face started to turn red before he could finish speaking. Fortunately, the two of them didn't start the video chat at the moment, so he coughed and gave himself a lame excuse: "I... I've never lived in such a big manor. "

He knew that He Yunting could hear that he was looking for a reason, but he didn't care.

"Okay." He Yunting really didn't ask any more questions, and even his tone was less serious than before, but a little softer than before, which was almost impossible for him to say before, "You can do whatever you want."

Lin Han contacted Qi Jiamu obediently the next day, got off work an hour earlier, and went to Xu Zhiheng's secret laboratory together.

Colleagues at the research institute have recently found it amazing that workaholics don’t work overtime for several days in a row, they don’t arrive early in the morning, they communicate with people from time to time, and sometimes they can see military-specific aircraft.

Many people secretly guessed in their hearts that Lin Han, who was so obsessed with mecha research, actually had such a day.

It seemed that he knew someone from the military, but he didn't know which alpha could catch his eye, not to mention that someone like Lin Han who seemed only interested in work would really fall in love.

Could it be that Lin Han met someone during the training?

First of all, exclude He Yunting and Lu Anhe, after all, neither of them are in the empire.

Secondly, looking at the posture of this aircraft, the rank should not be low, and don't know which base is the boss.

Colleagues scratched the window out of curiosity, but still didn't know who the alpha was.

But Lin Han didn't care what these people were thinking, and followed Qi Jiamu to the laboratory.

This laboratory was remodeled on a large scale after Xu Zhiheng was threatened. The keys from the exterior to the entrance were changed. Qi Jiamu only had the outer key. The key to the door that closed Qi Jiaze was only He Yunting. and Xu Zhiheng.

Lin Han obviously felt that every time Qi Jiamu took a step, the expression on his face became more nervous, for fear of seeing a scene that he could not accept.

Fortunately, all the displays were exactly the same as when Xu Zhiheng left, and the top-level security system responsible for monitoring was not triggered.

And Qi Jiaze was also quietly lying on the cold laboratory bed.

He is very quiet. don't know how long he has slept. The delicate facial features on his pale face are stretched. He does not need to eat. He has a special nutrient circulation system. .

Qi Jiamu couldn't help knocking across the glass door, calling the boy's name: "Aze—"

"Azer, Azer."

"Brother is here."

His voice was not loud, but after a while, the young man inside seemed to really move, his eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His ears didn't seem to hear the sound, but in another way, they sensed that someone was calling him.

Qi Jiaze's eyes moved, and he turned his head slightly stiffly.

Lin Han saw that the scar on the back of his neck seemed to improve, and the glands collapsed slightly, but there seemed to be no more terrifying symptoms.

Qi Jiamu was still calling his name. After a long time, the boy finally understood something from the mouth of the other party. He slowly sat up from the laboratory bed, stretched out his hand towards the glass door, and his lips murmured.

It's like saying, "Brother, brother".

Lin Han thought that Qi Jiamu was about to cry.

But he didn't in the end, he just spoke to the people inside with red eyes, it was all trivial matters, talking about what he had experienced after leaving his brother, saying that he had entered the base, had a high allowance, and lived a good life every day. Okay.

The teenager reacted. He was separated from the glass door, knowing that he couldn't reach it, but he slowly opened his five fingers, wanting to stick to Qi Jiamu's hand from a distance.

When the two left, Lin Han heard Qi Jiamu say: "When you are well, my brother will store your things in the exhibition hall."

"You'll never have to worry about it disappearing."

Qi Jiamu's mood recovered very well. After walking out of the laboratory, he basically calmed down again and asked Lin Han, "Mr. Lin, will I take you home."

Lin Han just wanted to nod, but after thinking about it, he said, "Can you take me back and bring that Kugeer over here?"

Qi Jiamu wondered: "Mr. Lin, are you going?"

Lin Han said the address of He Yunting Manor.

Qi Jiamu knew it in his heart, so he stopped speaking.

After picking up Gululu from the apartment, Qi Jiamu dutifully sent Lin Han to the manor.

Probably because there was a small creature in the aircraft, Qi Jiamu slowed down: "This way it won't faint."

Lin Han thanked him and smiled at Qi Jiamu.

The two have spent a lot of time together recently, and sometimes Qi Jiamu finally talks more: "Mr. Lin, have you been to the Galaxy Exhibition Hall?"

Lin Han paused while holding Gululu in his hand: "No, what's wrong?"

Qi Jiamu has some regrets: "I want to save something."

"Aze's."

He didn't say what it was, but said indifferently: "I was in a civilian area when I was a child, and Azer was not in good health. But he always wanted to go there once and save what he thought was precious."

"I don't think I have anything valuable, but Aze has it," Qi Jiamu said. "Now I finally have some money, and I don't know if I can afford the storage fee."

"But I still want to take him to see it and wait for him." Qi Jiamu felt that he was talking a little too much, so he smiled embarrassedly, "I thought you had been there and knew a thing or two, so I wanted to ask."

The aircraft soon arrived at the apron of the manor. Qi Jiamu was worried about an accident, so he walked Lin Han to the door before preparing to leave.

"I also yearned for it when I was young." Lin Han said when he turned his head, "I am also interested now. If you don't mind, I will tell you when I go there in person."

Qi Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and quickly said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

Lin Han carried Gululu into the manor.

He actually didn't have any intention of visiting. The study and bedroom were on the first floor, so Lin Han went straight upstairs just like the first time he came.

The room on He Yunting's side was really no different from the base. If it didn't look more luxurious, it would simply be another copy of the monotonous room.

Everything was well organized, and every item was in its proper place, except for Lin Han and the little guy in his hand.

Lin Han looked at the clean and tidy bed not far away, as well as some personal belongings of He Yunting beside him.

Then he should also be part of these personal belongings.

He put Gululu down, but he was still standing there in a daze.

I want to get closer and closer.

Miss each other's smell.

And embrace your own, gentle and strong hands.

What does he look like when he is lying on this bed? He must not be like himself, habitually curled up, and sometimes he will be bothered by meaningless dreams and keep turning over.

Maybe his sleeping position is also very boring.

But I just couldn't help thinking about it.

Gululu gets excited every time he changes the environment, not to mention that He Yunting's house is many times bigger than Lin Han's apartment, and there are many novelties that he has never seen before, and he is staring curiously at the moment. Extinguished fireplace look.

The room was very empty, and He Yunting's uniform shirt was still hanging, meticulously ironed.

Lin Han felt a little ashamed at first, but then he thought that there was no one else here except the little guy, so he walked to He Yunting's flat bed again.

He remembered what He Yunting asked him to check earlier. Although he didn't understand it, he was also a little worried.

Imagine Chinese Network

But it was no use asking him.

He Yunting will definitely report the good news but not the bad news, and he will definitely talk about the most pessimistic situation in the calmest tone.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Gululu jumped at his feet, shrugged off the hair on his body, followed Lin Han's trouser legs, and rushed towards He Yunting's bed, his small body fell on it, forming a shallow shape. , lovely depression.

It couldn't see Lin Han's expression, so it didn't know if he was sad, so it could only get closer to him quietly.

The window of He Yunting's room was half-open, and the wind blew in. Lin Han's light single-clothes puffed up. The young man knelt on one knee on the bed, holding up the quilt that was as soft as his heart at the moment, lowered his head, and put his half Face buried in.

There was an unending, fresh breath in the wind, and he really wanted to dissolve himself into the wind, so that every speck of smoke that moved with it could be full of love.

How could he love someone so much.

Lin Han thought.

He couldn't even hear his face and voice, but just holding on to something that left his scent, his whole heart could be soft beyond words.

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