There was no room for counterattack, and there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Evans was so stunned that he hadn't recovered when Frey ran over quickly and untied the ribbons on their faces.

When the moonlight fell in front of him and his left eye regained sight, he quietly watched Leng Yiyao get up from him, patted the grass clippings, and smiled calmly: "Bone, do you want it? I'll take you back?"

His right arm joint, which had just been broken open by her, should have been fractured.

Evans nodded blankly, still a little lost. Why, after a person's struggle just now, can still laugh so warmly in spring?

"crack"

The sound of bones colliding, coupled with the sudden pain, pulled him back to reality at once, and he just blinked, seeing that the top of her head was not close to his chin. At this moment, with a soft and freehand smile on her face, she is 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 naturally blessed by God, and all seemingly impossible things were easily solved in the hands of the other party.

a match?

He looked back at the spread of ropes on the ground, and almost at the end it was "people are for knives, I am for fish". The gap between the two of them obviously cannot be described as a game...

At this moment, he subconsciously looked at the marshal who was standing on the steps, motionless as the wind.

Then, Marshal, in this short three-and-a-half minutes, have you already discovered the depths of her....

Evans stood on the grass, just so silently, as if to see the emotion in Hemer's eyes through the dark night.

It's just that, after many years of following, the marshal who can understand his heart immediately with just a glance from the other party seems to be particularly abnormal tonight.

The thick fog seemed to cover his eyes, and the pitch-black luster slowly floated from the deepest depths. He looked straight at Leng Yiyao, and no one could see any of his expressions.

Frey was suddenly a little nervous, and cautiously moved closer to Evans, "Is the marshal unhappy?"

The person in charge of Bai Ze couldn't even hold it for three minutes under the hands of a little girl. It's a shame to say such a thing!

The key is that the face of the military is like stepping on Leng Yiyao's feet in front of the marshal.

After Frey's words were almost in his ear, Evans turned his head and looked at him almost in astonishment. How long was the circuit in his mind?

Leng Yiyao is willing to show his true strength in front of them, what does he mean, doesn't he know until now?

A minute ago, she clearly had room to spare, just because she didn't want him to be too ugly. In the entire military world, no one knows that he can sit in his current position. There is no doubt about his ability in the military world. She can clearly strike to the end, so why is she showing mercy?

"Let's go, I'm hungry." While the three men were silent, Leng Yiyao lowered her head and suddenly touched her flat stomach and muttered.

I only ate a few crabs in total, and I digested it all in one exercise. The oil-drenched shrimp just now is probably cold, and it is estimated that it cannot be eaten. She looked back at Evans and Frey, who were messy in the wind, and couldn't help blinking. Blink: "Has the chef prepared any other dishes?"

Feelings, she was like a warm-up for the first three minutes, not hungry at all?

Evans originally thought that although he had lost a bit, he helped the marshal to try out her depth, but at this moment, he was so beaten that he didn't know what to show.

Three years ago, he ranked in the top five in the military skills competition!

She was so decisively held on the ground that she had no power to fight back. She had no sense of accomplishment at all, and she wanted something to eat as soon as she turned her head?

Does she have to take it for granted to beat him to care so much?

"Let the chef serve the dishes." From there, Hemo's indifferent voice had already come, a sideways, the cold moon reflected on his face, dreamlike and handsome as a dream.

Frey was trembling all over by this god's development. What did the marshal's reaction mean? Anger, joy, or nothing?

Turning his head to look at Leng Yiyao again, the other party looked unfinished, obviously already looking forward to the dinner later.

This, this, this...

ORZ….

He was driving these two immortals crazy...

The chef was twisted outside by Frey, and he was already scared and stupid because of the incident with shrimps in oil tonight. Although the last plate of hot dishes didn't fall on anyone, as long as he recalled that moment, his calf began to tremble involuntarily. I thought that what was waiting for me was a catastrophe, but who knows, as soon as Homer turned around, he came back in a few minutes.

It's really been a few minutes.

He blinked his eyes and estimated that it was the time to fry a plate of shredded pork.

"The marshal asked you to go back and serve food." Frei trotted all the way, not because he was really hungry to Leng Yiyao, but because he was a little confused by the atmosphere just now. Take the chef back.

"Huh?" The chef's plump body trembled, as if hearing an alien language.

"If you want to go, go, where are there so many scenes!" Frey snorted coldly, looking at the chef whose mouth was so open that he could put an egg in it, his brain hurts.

"Okay, okay." He stood up tremblingly, and finally realized that he wasn't hallucinating just now. So, the storm just now is over? As long as he does his best to satisfy Miss Leng, he can make up for it?

At this moment, Frey looked at the fighting spirit of the chef, and suddenly just wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, what the hell is this?

What about the conclusion of the game just now?

How about showing off your strength?

Why did you go around such a big circle, and finally returned to the theme of eating and eating?

When the chef showed up with freshly baked ham and cheese stuffed chicken chops, Frey found that the people at the table were already chatting happily.

what the hell?

He just went out for a while, what does Evans and Leng Yiyao drink and look at ease? What does it mean when the marshal sits in the main seat and is conniving at will?

Frey suddenly felt that his IQ was not enough.

The chef stood tremblingly at the door, the ham and cheese stuffed chicken chops in his hand exuded a strong taste, which attracted the people at the table to turn around at the same time, she suddenly smiled brightly: "I have never seen this dish before, is it your specialty? ?"

The chef walked over cautiously, as if being amnesty, this time, his fingers clasped the edge of the plate, fearing that he would make the same mistake again: "Yes, the cheese and ham in this are all made by me, you Try it, you will definitely be surprised."

The golden-yellow cheese is wrapped around the outside, and the rich aroma instantly surrounds the whole house. Leng Yiyao smiled and picked out some with the cutlery and slowly put it into his mouth.

The crispy golden crust, the entrance is crisp, the smooth cheese enhances the sweetness straight, but the meat in the chicken chop bursts instantly, blending into the crispy taste... .

Leng Yiyao couldn't help squinting, only to think, tonight, really enjoyed it!

Evans looked at this scene, and suddenly felt that the wise saying "To grab a man's heart, first grab a man's stomach". However, this sentence should really be said the other way around, especially for Leng Yiyao.

At least, for now, the marshal is definitely not as obsessed with food as she is.

"Since Miss Leng can't eat such satisfying food every day at school, why don't she come directly to the Marshal's Mansion every night. The chef's craftsmanship will definitely satisfy you." Seeing that she was leaving tonight, before leaving, He decided he would still do his duty for Homer. Who made his force value even better than a little girl!

As soon as he thought about the black three minutes just now, he felt that he was exhausted! But seeing Leng Yiyao turning her head and forgetting like nothing, she understood that she didn't want to embarrass him. Such a kind-hearted little girl, he didn't help the marshal to hurry up, he simply doubted that his IQ was no different from Frey's. After saying that, he turned his head and gave the second idiot a look at the door. What are you looking at, don't come here to add firewood to the fire!

Frey felt dizzy that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the three, and when he turned his head, he saw Evans glaring at him. Why are you staring at him? Did he do anything wrong?

With a baffled look on his face, he returned to his original seat, and then he realized that the topic of inviting Leng Yiyao to the Marshal for dinner had already been mentioned two days ago. How did she react then?

"No." Swallowing the last bite of chicken steak stuffed with ham and cheese, Leng Yiyao gracefully wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, raised her head, and smiled at Evans, who had a stunned expression: "Run to the Marshal's Mansion every day, I don't need to go to any high school anymore." Walker, Yun Lai, and even many famous names in the imperial capital have already started to investigate her background. It's not that she doesn't know, it's just that she doesn't care, she can't point a gun at them and let them let go. Now I just know that the royal family and the military have something to do with her. Lu Chen and Homer treat her very differently, but if she goes to the Marshal's Mansion every day, the word "cohabitation" will almost be engraved on her forehead. . She doesn't care if she is rumored or something, the key is to engrave the LOGO of "Homer's Woman"...

She rubbed her temples, not even thinking about it.

She doesn't have enough personal space anymore. She goes to Shengde class from Monday to Thursday, and reports to the military academy on Friday and Saturday. She finally managed to get a day off on Sunday. Please face her "child labor" benefits, okay?

Forehead……

Compared to the last time when he didn't say anything and didn't face rejection, this time it was Chi Guoguo who said NO.

Evans suddenly felt that he couldn't talk anymore.

Isn't she super irresistible to food, why is it so difficult to let her come to the Marshal's Mansion?

He looked up tremblingly to look at the Marshal's face, and saw that he had no expression, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly wrong.

Bowing his head, he poked a fork into the ham and cheese stuffed chicken chop in front of him. Although it was delicious, his mood was down to the end.

"You're leaving at night, so I won't go to the airport to see you off. Here's a toast to you, and I hope your wishes come true and 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 admired Evans' courage and mind. The world is especially unfair to women. Even Yun Lai, who had seen her methods, was completely restless when he "eavesdropped" on her claim for 40% of the Leng Group's equity. But this person was completely suppressed by her within three minutes, and the high-level military officials who lost no chance of turning around had no grudges, and smiled openly. In his eyes, she saw his attitude - losing to a woman is not shameful. As long as he is strong, no matter whether he is a man or a woman, he is convinced.

Such a person is willing to endure suffering for the sake of the overall situation, and can proudly ignore the high position of the entire military world, and can also get up on the ground, shake off the dust, and move forward steadily.

This kind of person, she appreciates and recognizes from the bottom of her heart, and really wants to make him a friend.

As for the evening farewell, needless to say, he also went to the military exclusive airport to take a night flight to leave. It's too much to talk about, so she won't make trouble.

She stood up and raised the wine glass with both hands. Although it was a low-degree wine bubbling, the two of them looked at each other, but at the same time there was a touch of sympathy.

Evans quickly stood up, raised his head, and drank the wine in his glass: "I wish you all the best in the imperial capital."

He had heard Frey talk a little bit about the matter over the Leng family. Leng Weiran and Leng Chao bought the words of senior military officials and inquired about the marshal's itinerary. Obviously, they should also be on the list of this purge, but now it seems that the marshal is going to open up the Internet for her sake, but Leng Yi Yao Ming put on the marshal's thigh and hugged half, what does it mean?

Or did she have other considerations that made her unwilling to come to the Marshal's Mansion every day?

Homer just watched the two of them come and go, not listening to the movements of his hands. Only when Leng Yiyao said "No" just now, the expression on his face paused for a moment, and at other times, it was exactly the same as usual.

Frey suddenly discovered that he had learned from the belly of a dog after being by the Marshal's side for so many years.

Obviously, the marshal wants Miss Leng to report every day, but what is the solution? Even her favorite food can withstand temptation... .

He looked around, and finally landed straight on the wine glass in her hand.

Although the degree is not high, this wine is easy to drink.

The little girl's family will definitely not drink like their rough men.

When he looked up again, his eyes were so bright.

"Miss Leng", he also stood up suddenly: "Tomorrow you will graduate from the military academy, this cup, I wish you all the best."

There is nothing wrong with this toast.

Although Leng Yiyao was not afraid of tomorrow's schedule, she was quite happy to hear Frey say that. Although, the principal of the military academy has also met, but the instructors below are the highlight. After all, the King of Hell is easy to see, but the little devil is hard to deal with.

"Thank you." She nodded and drank it like the last one.

Frey's eyes couldn't help but brighten. Hey, there is a play.

have to say that there is a way to persuade wine. As long as you want to persuade you to drink, you can come up with a lot of hype. Frey and Evans are both veterans of the military world. To say something unpleasant, have never seen any scene at the wine table. It is not a matter of minutes to persuade a little girl to drink.

What about Leng Yiyao?

She is usually very alert. However, at the first moment of the bubbling wine, she felt that, as Frey said at the time, the wine had no strength. Given her years of drinking, what is that? Plus, she did beat Evans down a bit tonight. In order to avoid embarrassment, she had two drinks with them, she didn't think it mattered.

who knows……

When the meal was over and she was about to get up to say goodbye, her eyes flashed, and she felt that there were two more shadows of Homer in the main seat.

Holding the table with one hand, she couldn't help shaking her head, and then she fixed her eyes and looked, ah no, there were clearly two more shadow clones.

It's like stepping on cotton under feet, and can't use any strength.

This time, without anyone telling her, she also knew that she was too drunk.

Really, careless!

She let out a deep breath, just remembering that she was never drunk before, but she forgot the small body of this "Leng Yiyao". . Movement skills and skills can be received through the brain from the memory of the previous life, but the purely biological function of alcohol consumption can't be helped.

"Miss Leng?" Frey was overjoyed, but with a worried look on his face, he walked over: "Are you all right?"

"It seems, a little.... a little too much." She felt that it was either a phantom or something was wrong with her eyes. Why did Hemer's eyes show a smile when she heard her say that. From the moment she refused to come to the Marshal's Mansion to eat and drink every day, Homer in the main seat began to be taciturn. If it weren't for the constantly changing delicacies on his plate, she would have completely lost his mind on this meal.

"Ah? What should I do then?" Frey was ecstatic, but he was still full of joy, pretending to look at the marshal in panic.

Evans stood next to him, nodding in his mind, the child can be taught, the child can be taught!

"Help her prepare a guest room and stay here at night." Homer raised his head, his eyes met her wet eyes, and his fingertips paused.

Probably because of the real alcohol, the calmness and self-sufficiency in her eyes faded away, and the moisture was surrounded by it, which made her feel a little embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know if it was because of the high temperature, and the breath out of his mouth was slightly wrong. 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 still underage.

No, it won't be sixteen soon. She said that her birthday next week will be seventeen soon.

"But..." Leng Yiyao felt dizzy in her head, but she could still hear Hemo's words clearly, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"I'm going to the airport soon, Miss Leng, you should stay here at night, don't let the marshal distracted." When Evans was critical, he came to contribute again.

Leng Yiyao only felt that the sky was dark in front of her, and she couldn't understand at all, what Evans said had anything to do with him going to the airport and Hemer being distracted by her, Frey carefully supported her right hand, naturally. delivered to the door. "Don't worry, no one will disturb your sleep here. When you go to the military school tomorrow, I will personally escort you there, which is also convenient."

It was clear that it was closer to the military school from her villa, so telling him it seemed that it was more convenient to start from the Marshal's Mansion.

Leng Yiyao was spared by him to the point of pain in his brain, but he also understood that in his current situation, it was just wishful thinking to go back to the villa alone. Besides, the Marshal's Mansion is not a dragon pool or a tiger's den, so let's just live there, it's just one day. No way, the people of Homer should leak the news in person.

"Thank you." She nodded, smiling innocently.

Frey didn't know why, but suddenly he felt like a wolf grandmother who kidnapped and sold Little Red Riding Hood. With a burning heart, he helped her to the second-floor guest room with a self-conscious face.

Arriving at the entrance, Leng Yiyao suddenly stopped.

No matter how Renfrey helped him, he didn't move.

The expressions of the people in the room changed suddenly, this, is this already sober? Not so fast, right?

However, Leng Yiyao suddenly turned around and waved to the stunned Evans: "Everything 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 it to ruin your life for others."

When she said this, her eyes flickered from far and near, as if she was speaking to others through him. But the seriousness in his eyes can't be faked at all.

Evans didn't have time to be angry that Frey told Leng Yiyao all about him, but at this moment, staring into her eyes, he suddenly felt that although she was young, she was someone who had already understood life and possessed great powers. wise man.

People, once obsessed with hatred, will gradually lose their original heart, and put aside all the things they hold most dear. Over time, hatred has become the only reason and goal to live. But what about once the hatred is over? He will suddenly be terribly empty, and in the end, he will find that, after so many years, he seems to have lived for the enemy in vain.

She has seen too many things like this and met too many.

Everyone says that she is cold, and that's why she never provokes other people's emotions easily. Why is it necessary, life is in a hurry, it is too late to do all the fun, and being obsessed with others just delays yourself. She has known this since a long time ago. I just hope he understands.

Evans' expression was stunned for a moment. Before he could calm down, 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 heavier and heavier breathing, and Hemer's increasingly burning eyes...

"Miss Leng, all the toiletries are in the bathroom, please feel free. I'll come and call you tomorrow morning." Frey helped Leng Yiyao to the room, he didn't dare to step inside, but stopped at the door, be careful instructed.

"Thank you." She nodded, looking like she was still in a fog. Frey suddenly felt a little guilty, but it is conceivable that in the future, he would suppress all the shame in his heart: "If you have something, call the insider, and there are people in the duty room 24 hours a day." Since Yuan had never had contact with women before, the marshal's mansion There were no maids and servants, most of them were soldiers. It was frightening that she was inconvenient to tell him face-to-face, and he could only remind him kindly.

"Okay." Before getting drunk, Leng Yiyao can be described as "difficult". He doesn't eat hard or soft, and never gets fooled, but drunk Leng Yiyao is simply a good student. Say whatever you say, not at all as savvy as usual.

Frey explained everything that he could say, and then he was embarrassed to stay at the door and left, but he didn't see the cold eyes that came out from the crack of the door slowly closing behind him...

"I should go." After Leng Yiyao left, the restaurant fell into a moment of silence. After a long time, Evans looked up and said softly to Homer: "If you don't go, it will be too late to arrange the route." The planes directly under the military can stand by at any time, but the route over the imperial capital cannot be arbitrarily arranged. In order to avoid the eyes and ears, he specially arranged a flight for tonight. He had just played a game with Leng Yiyao, and with the later persuasion, it took a lot of time. He raised his head and looked straight at Hemo, even though Leng Yiyao's words before he left had turned the tide in his heart, he still wanted to go on.

"I'll take you out." Homer met his eyes, knew what he was thinking, and didn't say much. Instead, he stood up and walked out the door.

The cool wind is getting colder as time goes by. The temperature difference between morning and evening in the Empire is so clear no matter which city it is in. The two walked back and forth across the lawn, through the corridor, through the hall, and remained silent.

Straight out of the gate, where the lights and shadows intertwined, they saw an ordinary SUV parked at the intersection, and the two stopped at the same time.

"Marshal, just send it here." Evans bowed his head and only returned to the imperial capital once in a few years, saying that it was impossible not to miss his homeland. In front of him, he is the only person who swears allegiance to the death. For so many years, he has followed in his footsteps all the way, but now, he will leave again. This time, I don't know when we will meet again... .

"I don't have any other requirements for you," Homer's eyes seemed to penetrate anything and go straight to his heart in this dark night. He simply looked at him, but every word was worth a thousand dollars: "You just live."

Even if he is alive, even if he assassinates a major military official of a neighboring country, once he reveals his feet, it will set off a war between the two countries, and he will take care of it.

Even if he is alive, even if he is sent to the International Military Tribunal after the incident, he will take care of everything.

Alive, even if his wish succeeds in the end, and he has no worries, it would be embarrassing for him, and he must come back alive!

There were only five words clearly, but Evans seemed to be stunned by the beating. He stood there in a daze, unable to return to his senses.

This man is the ultimate worship of all the soldiers in the empire, and is the omnipotent god in the eyes of everyone!

He can follow him, follow him, and survive from despair and adversity all the way.

Evans suddenly closed his eyes tightly, and the black blindfold became wet in an instant, but he didn't know it.

Straight up, standing at attention, strong military posture, heels close together, "smack" - a sound, salute!

"Follow your orders!" His voice choked, but he was extremely firm!

Homer suddenly looked at him and smiled lightly, then turned around and said no more.

Behind him, Evans also turned around and was about to get into the car and leave. The car door was already open, but he froze all over, turned back suddenly, and said loudly towards Homer's back: "Marshal, no matter what you think about Miss Leng, Sooner rather than later!"

Hemo, with an elegant figure and a pompous temperament, suddenly slipped his right foot under the astonished eyes of the guards, and almost fell off the threshold...