Chapter 266: Overnight stay

There was no room for a counterattack, and there was no chance of turning defeat into victory. He directly slammed him to the ground.
Evans was so dumbfounded that when Frey ran over quickly and untied the ribbons on their faces, he hadn't recovered.
When the moonlight fell in front of him and his left eye regained his sight, he quietly watched Leng Yiyao get up from him, patted the grass clippings, and smiled calmly: "Bone, do you want Can I pick it up for you?"
The joint of his right arm had just been thwarted by her, and it should have been broken.
Evans nodded blankly, still a little bit unreturned. Why, after a person has experienced the fight just now, can still smile so beautifully?
"Hey"
The sound of bones colliding, coupled with the sudden pain, pulled him back to reality. He blinked like that, and saw that the top of her head was not below his chin. At this moment, she smiled softly and freely. It was clearly the girl with bright eyes and cool teeth, not the winner who was able to do everything in the dark and act decisively.
He had to admit that some people were probably naturally blessed by God, and all seemingly impossible things came into the hands of the other party, but they were easily solved.
a match?
He looked back at the rope spread on the ground, almost in the end it was "artificial knife, I am fish". The gap between the two of them obviously cannot be described by a game...
At this moment, he subconsciously looked at the marshal standing on the stepped platform, motionless like the wind.
So, Marshal, in this short three-and-a-half minutes' time, have you discovered her depth...?
Evans stood on the grass, just standing so quietly, as if trying to see the emotions in Hemo's eyes through the night.
It’s just that, after years of following, he only needed one look at the other party, and he could immediately understand the marshal, but tonight, it seemed particularly abnormal.
The thick fog seemed to cover his eyes, and the pitch-black luster slowly floated from the deepest point. He looked straight at Leng Yiyao, and no one could see his expression clearly.
Frey was suddenly a little nervous, and cautiously approached Evans, "Is the marshal unhappy?"
The person in charge of Bai Ze couldn't hold it for three minutes under the hands of a little girl. Saying this kind of thing is simply a face!
The key is that the military world's face is stepped on the soles of Leng Yiyao's feet in front of the marshal, even if it is tolerant and generous, it will be a bit unacceptable for a while.
Frey's words were almost pasted to his ears. Evans tilted his head and looked at him almost in astonishment. How did the circuits in his brain grow?
Leng Yiyao is willing to show her true strength in front of them, what does it represent, is he still not clear yet?
A minute ago, she clearly left room, but she didn't want him to be too ugly. No one in the entire military world 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. Why is he merciful?
"Let's go, I'm hungry." Just as the three men were silent, Leng Yiyao lowered her head, and suddenly muttered while touching her flat stomach.
I only ate some crabs, and all were digested after exercise. The oily prawns just now were probably cold. I guess they couldn’t eat anymore. She looked back at the messy Evans and Frey in the wind and couldn’t help blinking. Blink: "Has the chef prepared any other dishes?"
Feelings, she felt like warming up in those three minutes. Isn't it important to be hungry?
Evans originally thought that although he had fallen a bit, he helped the Marshal to try her depth. This time, he had already been blown to the point where he didn't know what expression to put on.
He was ranked in the top five in the Military Skills Competition three years ago!
Just like this, she was decisively buckled to the ground, and she didn't have the strength to fight back. She had no sense of accomplishment at all. When she turned her head, she wanted to eat?
Does she have to take it for granted to win him so she doesn't care so much?
"Let the chef come and serve." Hemo's faint voice has been heard from that side, a sideways, cold moon reflected on his face, like a dream, as handsome as a dream.
Frey was trembling all over by the unfolding of the god, what did the marshal's reaction mean? Is it angry, happy, or if nothing happens?
Turning his head and looking at Leng Yiyao, the other party looked unsatisfied, and he was clearly looking forward to the dinner later.
This, this...
ORZ.......
He is driving these two gods crazy...
The chef was turned outside by Frey, and he was already frightened by the oily shrimp incident tonight. Although the hot dish didn't fall on anyone in the end, as long as he recalled that momentary moment, his calf began to tremble unconsciously. I thought that what was waiting for him was imminent disaster. Who knows, Hemo turned around and came back within a few minutes.
It really didn't take a few minutes.
He blinked his eyes, guessing that it would be the time to fry a plate of shredded pork.
"The marshal wants you to continue to serve food." Frey ran all the way, not afraid that he was really hungry to Leng Yiyao, but was really a little unaware of the atmosphere just now. Therefore, instead of staying there inexplicably, it is better to come early. Carry the chef back.
"Huh?" The chef's plump body trembled, as if he heard an alien language.
"Let you go, where are so many scenes!" Frey snorted coldly, and his brain hurt when he saw the chef whose mouth was so open that he could put an egg in.
"Okay, okay." He stood up trembling, and finally realized that he was not a auditory hallucination. So, the storm just now is over? As long as he does his best to satisfy Miss Leng, can he 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 is this?
What about the conclusion of the game just now?
What about showing strength?
Why did you go around such a big circle, and finally return to the theme of eating?
When the chef showed up with the freshly baked chicken steak stuffed with ham and cheese, Frey found that the people at a table had already talked happily.
What the hell?
He just went out for a while, what does it mean that Evans and Leng Yiyao toasted and looked at ease? What does it mean that the marshal sits in the main seat and indulges casually?
Frey suddenly felt that his IQ was not enough.
The chef stood tremblingly at the door, the ham and cheese stuffed chicken steak in his hand exuded a strong taste, which caused the people on the table to look back at the same time. She suddenly smiled: "I have never seen this dish before. Is it your specialty? ?"
The chef immediately walked over cautiously as if he was amnesty. This time, his fingers clasped the edge of the plate, afraid that he would make the same mistake again: "Yes, the cheese and ham inside are all made by myself, you Try it, it will definitely surprise you."
The golden cheese is wrapped around the outside, and the rich aroma instantly surrounds the whole room. Leng Yiyao smiled and picked out some of the tableware and slowly sent them to the mouth.
The crispy golden shell, the mouth is crisp, and the smooth cheese enhances the sweetness straightly, but the meat in the chicken chop bursts instantly into the crispy taste...
Leng Yiyao couldn't help squinting her eyes, just thinking, tonight, I really enjoy it!
Evans saw this scene, suddenly felt that the most reasonable saying is very reasonable, "If you want to grasp the man's heart, you must first grasp the man's stomach." However, this sentence should really be said in reverse, especially for Leng Yiyao.
At least, it seems that the Marshal is not as obsessed with food as she is.
"Since Miss Leng can't eat such satisfying food at school every day, she might as well come directly to the Marshal's Mansion every night. The chef's craftsmanship will surely satisfy you." Seeing that she is leaving tonight, before leaving, He decided to do his loyal duty for Hemo. Who makes him even more powerful than a little girl!
When he thinks about the three minutes of black just now, he feels that he is dying! But seeing Leng Yiyao turned her head and forgot as if she was okay, she knew that she didn't want to embarrass him. Such a kind-hearted girl, he didn't help the marshal hurry, he doubted his IQ was no different from Frey. Having said that, he turned his head and shook the second dumbfounded person at the door. Whatever you look at, it's just to add wood to burn the fire!
Frey felt dizzy that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of these three people, turned his head, but saw Evans staring at him. Why are you staring at him? Did he do anything wrong?
He sat back in his original seat with a face of inexplicable expression before realizing it. Two days ago, it seemed that the topic of inviting Leng Yiyao to the Marshal for dinner had already been mentioned. At that time, how did she react?
"No." Swallowing the last bite of chicken steak stuffed with ham and cheese, Leng Yiyao wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin gracefully, looked up, and smiled at Evans with a dazed expression: "Run to the marshal's mansion every day," I don't need to go to high school anymore." Walker, Yun Lai, and even many famous people in the Imperial Capital who can be named have already started to investigate her background. It's not that she doesn't know, it's just that she can't control it, she can't point a gun at them and let them let go. Now I only know that the royal family and the military are related to her. Lu Chen and Hemo treat her very unusually, but if she runs to the Marshal’s Mansion every day, the word "cohabitation" will almost be carved on her forehead. . She doesn't care about being rumors or something. The key is to engrave the LOGO of "Hemer's Woman"...
She rubbed her temples without even thinking about it.
She has no personal space. She goes to Shengde to attend classes 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 up to the welfare of her "child labor"?
amount……
Compared with the last time he didn't say anything, he didn't face rejection, this time it was Chi Guoguo who said NO.
Evans suddenly felt that he couldn't talk anymore.
Isn’t it so hard to refuse food? Why is it so difficult for her to come to the Marshal’s Mansion?
He looked up tremblingly to look at the marshal's face, and saw that he didn't have any expression, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly wrong.
I lowered my head and poke a fork into the chicken steak stuffed with ham and cheese in front of me. Although it was delicious, my mood was almost down.
"You are leaving at night, I won't go to the airport to see you off. Here to toast you a cup, I hope you will come back to China soon." Leng Yiyao didn't know what his mentality was, and kept inviting her Came to the Marshal's Mansion, but I still appreciate Evans's boldness and mind. This world is especially unfair to women. Even Yun Lai, who had seen her methods, was not calm at all when she "eavesdropped" on her asking for 40% of Leng Group's equity. But this person was completely suppressed by her within three minutes, and the high-level military leaders who had lost no turning point had no grudges, and smiled broadly. She saw his attitude in his eyes-it was not shameful to lose to a woman. As long as he is strong, regardless of male or female, he is convinced.
Such a person, who has the courage, is willing to endure the suffering for the sake of the overall situation, can proudly keep the high position of the entire military community out of sight, and can also get up on 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 sincerely wants to make him a friend.
As for seeing off in the evening, it goes without saying that he also went to the military airport to take a night flight. It's a mess, and she won't mess up.
She stood up and raised the wine glass with both hands. Although it was a low-grade wine with bubbles, the two of them looked at each other, but at the same time gave birth to a touch of sympathy.
Evans quickly stood up, raised his head, and drank the wine in his glass: "Accept your good words, I wish you all the best in the imperial capital."
He had heard Frey talk a little bit about the Leng family. Leng Weiran and Leng Chao bought into the military high-level voices at the time and inquired about the marshal’s itinerary. They clearly should be on the list this time, but now it seems that the marshal is going to see her on the Internet, just, Leng Yi Yaoming hugged half of the marshal's thigh, what does it mean?
Or is she not willing to come to the Marshal's Mansion every day because of other considerations?
Hemo just watched them come and go, and didn't listen to the movements of his hands. Only when Leng Yiyao just said "don't", the expression on his face paused for a moment, other times, it was exactly the same as usual.
Frey suddenly discovered that he had learned from the dog's stomach for so many years by the Marshal.
Obviously, the marshal wanted Miss Leng to report every day, but what could be done? Even her favorite food can withstand the temptation...
He glanced around, and finally landed straight on the wine glass beside her.
Although the degree is not high, this wine is easy to get on top.
The little girl's family, drinking will definitely not be like their rough guys.
Lifting his eyes again, his eyes were shining brightly.
"Miss Leng", he also stood up all of a sudden: "Tomorrow you will graduate from the military academy. With this cup, I wish you all the best."
This toast is okay.
Although Leng Yiyao was not afraid of tomorrow's schedule, she was quite happy to hear Frey say this. Although the principal of the military academy has also seen it, the instructor below is the highlight. After all, Hades is easy to see, but the kid is hard to deal with.
"Thank you." She nodded, drinking as much as the last one.
Frey's eyes couldn't help but brighten. Hey, there is a play.
I have to say that there are ways to persuade wine. As long as you are willing to persuade the wine, you will be able to confess your words. Frey and Evans are both old oilers in the military. To put it bluntly, there is no scene on the wine table. It is not a matter of minutes to persuade a little girl to drink.
Where is Leng Yiyao?
She is usually very alert. However, at the first moment of the mouth of the bubbling wine, she felt that, as Frey said at the time, the wine had no degree. In terms of her years of drinking age, what is this? In addition, she did play Evans a bit too late tonight. In order to avoid embarrassment, cooperating with them for two drinks, she thought it didn't matter.
who knows……
When a meal was over, she was about to get up to say goodbye, her eyes shook, and she felt that Hemo on the main seat had two more shadows.
She held the tabletop with one hand, couldn't help shaking her head, and then fixed her eyes to see, ah no, it was clear that there were two more shadow clones.
My feet are like stepping on cotton, and I don't need any strength.
This time, without anyone else saying, she also knew that she was drunk.
It really is, careless!
She let out a deep breath, remembering that she was not drunk in a thousand cups before, but she forgot the small body of "Leng Yiyao". As a minor, she hadn't drunk a few times, let alone the amount of alcohol. . Body skills and skills can accept memories from previous lives through the brain, but the purely biological function of drinking capacity is no way.
"Miss Leng?" Frey was overjoyed, but with a worried expression on his face, he walked over: "Are you okay?"
"It seems, a bit.... A bit too drunk." She felt that either it was a phantom, or there was something wrong with her eyes. Why did Hemo's eyes show a smile when she said that. From the moment she refused to come to the Marshal's Mansion every day to eat and drink, Hemo in the main seat became taciturn. Had it not been for the delicacies on his dinner plate, she would have completely lost his mind on this meal.
"Ah? What should I do?" Frey was overjoyed, but he was still holding his stomach happy, pretending to look at the marshal in panic.
Evans stood beside him, nodding his head inconceivably. Ruzi can be taught, Ruzi can be taught!
"Help her prepare a guest room and live here at night." Hemo looked up, met her wet eyes, and paused slightly with his fingertips.
Probably because of the real alcohol, the calmness and self-sufficiency in her eyes faded away, surrounded by moisture, and she was a little bit lusty and ashamed. The cheeks were red, and I didn't know if it was due to the high temperature, and the breath out of my mouth was slightly wrong. The white jade face and lips became more and more glamorous, like a sixteen-year-old girl who was underage.
No, it won't be sixteen soon. She said that her birthday next week will be seventeen.
"But..." Leng Yiyao felt dizzy in her mind, but he heard Hemo's words clearly, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"I'm going to the airport soon, Miss Leng, you still live here at night, don't let the Marshal be distracted." When Evans was critical, he came to contribute.
Leng Yiyao only felt that the sky was dim in front of her, and she couldn't understand it at all. Evans said that he immediately went to the airport and Hemo was distracted by her. What was the relationship between these two things, Frey carefully held her right hand, naturally. Delivered to the door. "Don't worry, no one here will disturb your sleep. It's convenient to go to the military academy tomorrow and I will take you there personally."
Obviously, it was closer to the military academy from her villa. To him, it seemed that it was more convenient to start from the Marshal's Mansion.
Leng Yiyao was so much troubled by him, but she also understood her current situation, and wanted to go back to the villa alone, it was a wishful thinking. Besides, the Marshal's Mansion is not a dragon lake and tiger's lair, just live in it, it's just a day. Can't, Hemo's people will leak the news personally.
"Thank you." She nodded and smiled purely.
Frey didn't know why, but suddenly felt like a wolf grandmother who abducted Little Red Riding Hood. Her heart was burning with fire, and she helped her to the guest room on the second floor with a face of self-consciousness.
At the entrance, Leng Yiyao suddenly had a meal.
No matter how he helped Ren Frey, he didn't move.
The expression of the people in the room changed suddenly, this, is this already sober? Won't it be so fast?
But seeing Leng Yiyao suddenly turned around and waved his hand at the stunned Evans: "Let's do everything, don't remember the hatred too deeply. Go back to China as soon as the matter is over, it is not worth it to ruin your life for others."
When she said this, she looked far and near, as if she was speaking to others through him. But the seriousness of the eyes can't be fake.
Evans was too late to be angry that Frey told Leng Yiyao all of his affairs. But at this moment, staring into her eyes, she suddenly felt that although she was young, she had already understood life and had a big wise man.
Once a person is attached to hatred, he will gradually lose his heart and put aside all his most precious things indifferently. Over time, hatred became the only reason and goal for living. But once the hatred ends? He will suddenly become empty and terribly empty, and in the end, he will find that for so many years, he seems to have lived for his enemies in vain.
She has seen too many things like this, and she has also met too many.
Everyone says she is cold, and she never easily provokes others' emotions because of this. Why bother, life is in a hurry, it is too late to indulge in joy, and being obsessed with others just delays oneself. She has understood this truth long, long ago. I just hope that he also understands.
Evans's expression was stunned, and before he could get over her mind, Leng Yiyao had already turned around and followed Frey's guidance and left step by step.
In the room, the chef had already disappeared without a trace.
Only Evans's breathing heavier and heavier, and Hemo's eyes that are getting hotter...
"Miss Leng, all the toiletries are in the bathroom, please feel free. I will come and call you tomorrow morning." Frey helped Leng Yiyao to the room, did not dare to step further in, but stopped at the door, being careful Charge.
"Thank you." She nodded, looking still in the mist. Frey suddenly felt a little guilty, imagining the future, he still suppressed all the shame in his heart: "If you have something to play inside, there are people in the duty room for 24 hours." Since the marshal had never had any contact with women before, in the marshal's mansion. There were no maids and servants, most of them were soldiers. It was terrible that she had any inconvenience to tell him face to face, and he could only remind him so kindly.
"Good." Before getting drunk, Leng Yiyao can be described as "difficult". He doesn't eat hard and never gets fooled, but the drunk Leng Yiyao is simply a good student. You should say anything, not the usual shrewdness at all.
Frey explained everything that could be said clearly, and was embarrassed to stay at the door, and walked away, but did not see the cold eyes that showed through the cracks of the slowly closed door behind him...
"I should go." After Leng Yiyao left, the restaurant fell into a moment of silence. For a long time, Evans looked up and said softly to Hemo: "If you don't go, the scheduled route will be too late." The military directly under the aircraft can stand by at any time, but the route over the Imperial Capital cannot be arranged at will. In order to avoid eyes and ears, he deliberately arranged a flight tonight. He had just had a game with Leng Yiyao, plus the following persuasion, which took a lot of time. He raised his head and looked straight at Hemo, even though Leng Yiyao's words before leaving turned upside down in his heart, he still wanted to go on.
"I'll send you out." Hemo met his eyes, knowing what he was thinking, and didn't say much. On the contrary, he stood up and walked out the door.
The cold wind became colder and colder over time. The temperature difference between morning and night in the empire is so clear no matter which city it is in. The two of them crossed the lawn one after the other, through the cloister, through the hall, speechless.
Walking straight out of the gate, at the intersection of lights and shadows, I saw an ordinary photographic SUV parked at the intersection, and the two stopped at the same time.
"Marshal, just send it here." Evans bowed his head and returned to the imperial capital only once in a few years, saying that it was impossible not to miss his homeland. And in front of him, he is the only person who swears his allegiance to the death. For so many years, he has followed in his footsteps all the way through the swordsmanship and power struggles. But now, he will leave again. This time, I don’t know when and when we will meet again... .
"I have no other requirements for you," Hemo's eyes seemed to penetrate anything in this dark night, reaching his heart. He looked at him so simply, but every word weighed more than a thousand dollars: "You just need to live."
Even if you are alive, even if you assassinate the important military officials of neighboring countries, once you show your feet, it will set off a war between the two countries, and he will bear it.
Alive, even if he is sent to the International Military Tribunal after the incident, he is responsible for everything.
To live, even if his wish succeeds in the end and he has no worries, he is in an awkward situation, and he must come back alive!
There are clearly only five words, but Evans seems to have been beaten up, standing in a daze, unable to return to God.
This man is the ultimate worship of all soldiers in the empire, and an omnipotent in everyone's eyes!
How good is he, able to follow him, follow him, all the way from despair and adversity.
Evans suddenly closed his eyes tightly, his black blindfold was instantly wet, but he knew nothing.
Straight, stand upright, strong military posture, heels close together, "slap"-to the ground, salute!
"Yes!" His voice choked, but he was extremely firm!
Hemo suddenly looked at him with a light smile, then turned around and said no more.
Behind him, Evans also turned around and was about to get in the car and leave. The doors were already open, but he stopped all over, turned his head suddenly, and said loudly towards Hemo's back: "Marshal, no matter what you think of Miss Leng, Sooner than later!"
Hemo, with an elegant posture and a high temperament, was in the consternation eyes of the guards, and suddenly his right foot slipped and almost fell off the threshold...