Chapter 242 Most Wanted Identity

Surrounded by a warm familiar breath, Ye Zhiyu's ears were slightly hot, and he opened his lips as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he reached out and pushed his man. "Since you let me rest, don't... hold that kind of thing against me..."

In the last half of the sentence, she spoke in a low voice, but it caused a low laugh in the man's chest.

"I thought you had gone to bed early." He hugged her and lay down, with his jaw against her soft hair.

She always has the habit of waiting for him. Even if she goes to bed first, she will definitely leave him a lamp at the entrance.

During this period, he knew that he would be busy late and would always call her to rest early, such as tonight. Usually she is obedient, but she doesn't go to bed...

Ye Zhiyu easily found a comfortable position in the man's arms. He was secretly in his arms, narrowed his eyes and whispered, "I'm thinking that maybe we should go back to N City after a while."

Understanding what she was worried about, a low male voice came from above: "I'll accompany you back."

Ye Zhiyu laughed softly, but his voice was a little lazy: "You are so busy that you can't wait to be two people in it, and you still want to sneak home with me?"

There was a silence overhead.

When the members of the General Political Bureau have this kind of thing, the former residence of the Procuratorate and the Politburo should be the same as the earthquake, and it is also a big question to what extent this kind of thing is disclosed to the public. Now it has been deliberately messed up for a long time, and it is bold enough to use the national military tour as a children's play to earn extra money. It seems that it will not be as simple as indefinite rules.

Qu Xiangtian is directly related to this matter, and he must be idle during this period.

"Yes, Hong Kong..."

"Everyone who should stare at it can cut off the cancer when the right time is right."

The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, and the coldness in his tone added a little harshness. Ye Zhiyu smiled softly, hoping that the man's arms shrank a little more.

This man, hundreds of people's urgent staring at people, can do it quietly. Sometimes she really doubts what else he can't do.

Aware that the man in his arms was approaching him, the man's fierce arm tightened a little more tacitly.

In a daze, just as Ye Zhiyu was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the person above his head say again, "Xiaoyu, accompany me to pick up the old man from the hospital tomorrow."

Ye Zhiyu choked and choked in his throat in one breath.

......

The next day, Qu Xiangtian really drove her and her little ice students to the military district hospital to pick up people.

"Do I remember that the old man's condition is not very serious? Can he be discharged from the hospital so soon?" The little guy in his arms has always been reluctant to go out. Today, Ye Zhiyu's milky little face is full of cold air, and his little mouth stares out of the window and ignores people.

Qu Xiangtian also found that his son was in a bad mood today. He paused slightly and replied, "The old man's body was actually fine six months ago."

It was fine six months ago?

Ye Zhiyu was slightly stunned and finally understood.

Dare... Did you deliberately stay in the hospital to show weakness and let those people do whatever they want, and finally catch them all?

Ye Zhiyu sweated, and his unusually bright eyes couldn't help but appear in his mind. He sighed that the belly black thing was inherited from the family.

What surprised her was that this man obviously didn't get along well with the old man, but he was extremely cooperative at this time.

It seemed that he felt what Ye Zhiyu thought in his heart. The man's black eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold side face was stained with a little madness.

"Since you are an ally, you should take advantage of it."

Ye Zhiyu looked at the cold appearance of the people around him and suddenly laughed.

"I said, the big white goose, you still care about the Qu family. This arrogant little look~" On a whim, the old lady's tune was exquisitely in place, so that the little ice classmate who had been planning to stick to cold violence couldn't help looking back at his mommy.

The man's eyebrows looked sideways, and his tone suddenly dropped by an octave: "What are you talking about?"

Miss Ye was not afraid of him. She shook her lips and continued to smile: "No, I just feel that this is not like what people who treat their face as things can do. I feel sorry for the old man and say it directly~"

"Ye Zhiyu, do you want to die?"

Miss Ye gave up as soon as she saw it was good, but her shoulders still trembled and betrayed her.

Unfortunately, Miss Ye, who has always been intelligent and transparent, didn't understand at this time: this kind of thing must be flirting with her mouth for a while, and then went back to the crematorium. After returning home, she was pressed under her body by someone who had to report flaws and didn't sleep all night. The next day, she couldn't move until the afternoon, which was a later story.

The hospital was very quiet. When Qu Ye walked into the ward, they almost bumped into Mei Yanhua, who rushed out of the ward full of curses. The latter saw her clearly and stared at her with resentful eyes, which made her quite puzzled.

The room is clean and tidy, and there are not many things, but there is no smell of disinfectant water that is common in hospitals. Instead, it has a faint jasmine fragrance.

The old man sat half alone**, with a soft pillow on his back, and there was glass slag under the bed.

Qu Xiangtian frowned slightly, "Did she do it?"

The old man shook his head: "Let the nurse clean it up later."

Ye Zhiyu looked at the old man's ugly face and was a little surprised. After seeing each other for a long time, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be something different about the old man.

is still the bright eyebrows, and the face has not become old or anything else. If you really want to say something, it is probably the fierce temperament of the old man, which has restrained a lot and will no longer make people feel as aggressive as before.

About, anyone will become more aware of their insimia after suffering from the disease.

Ye Zhiyu sighed like this, but suddenly noticed the silence in the room. She came to her senses and found that the old man's eyes were staring closely in her arms.

She was stunned, and then she realized that she was afraid of scaring her baby?

Ye Zhiyu couldn't help looking at the man beside her, who signaled with her eyes. Then she came forward and held the child in her arms in front of Mr. Qu.

That was almost a momentary thing. Ye Zhiyu saw the middle-aged serious face and suddenly cracked a smile. The wrinkles on his whole face were squeezed together, but did not look old, but had an indescribable kindness.

"What's his name?" The old man asked, but his eyes were motionless on the pink and jade baby.

That appearance made Ye Zhiyu a little stunned. He couldn't help looking back at Qu Xiangtian, but found that the latter was also staring at the old man. The emotions in his ink eyes were unpredictable, but it made Ye Zhiyu feel soft in an instant.

In fact, after being taken back to the Qu family as an illegitimate child, no matter how excellent the ability is, he is just a child. As long as it is a child, there is no one who does not yearn for warmth. This man has grown into an excellent appearance today. Maybe his inner motivation is just to gain the recognition of this man.

It's just that he is as proud and strong as him, but he met Mr. Qu, who is more proud and stronger than him, so the two are so deadlocked, and the relationship is getting worse and worse. They still look bitter and feuds until today. But her baby seems to have changed this atmosphere.

Ye Zhiyu gently squeezed the smile at the corners of his lips and said, "His name is Qu Shuohan, the 'Shuo Han' of 'Shuo', the cold light shines on the iron clothes'." This is the name my father sent me a message a month ago.

The willingness to choose a name shows that the second old man has really put it down, and then she began to plan to go back to N City.

"Shuo Han... Shuo Han..." Mr. Qu read, looking back and forth with insightful eyes, looking at his little great-grandson carefully like a baby. His eyes were unpredictable. After a long time, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Haha, good teeth are good and handsome. This physique is the same as when I was young!"

Miss Ye is silently ashamed, and her baby is still soft and tender. How can she see her physique? However, the first time I saw the old man smile, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips also bent.

Who knew that at the right time, he heard the rather disdainful voice of the man behind him: "It has nothing to do with you. The child looks like me."

The old man was happy, and his face changed as soon as he heard this: "Dabbitt! Aren't you also a descendant of my Qu family!"

The old man almost subconsciously shouted this sentence, but when he reacted, he was stunned for a moment, while the man on the other side was stiff and his eyes seemed to be stagnant...

The air in the room seems to be silent...

The two stared so stiffly until a childish voice sounded: "...Master...Master..." The small ice classmate with a smelly face couldn't help opening their mouths. It was rare to show a little childlike smile on their extremely beautiful faces. The smile was soft and sweet, which was extremely difficult for people to dislike.

The bite is not very stable, but it is extremely clear, as if it has broken something at once. Ye Zhiyu came to his senses first and smiled, "Shuo Han, this is not Grandpa, it's Grandpa Zeng."

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!" Mr. Qu quickly stopped, and his big palm full of folds trembled and grabbed Xiao Shuohan's little fleshy hand. The old man who had been in the war all his life actually had a little wet in his eyes: "Just call Grandpa good, Grandpa... I really hope Jianye can see..."

Ye Zhiyu listened to the old man's words and secretly thought that the "Jianye" among the elderly should be the young father who died on duty. She couldn't help looking at the man behind her again, who was still standing there, and the bottom of his eyes were clearly extinguished, as if she had been greatly shocked.

She couldn't help bending her lips and stepped forward, reaching out and gently holding the other party's big palm.

The silky and soft touch made Qu Xiangtian come to his senses, and a rare embarrassment flashed in his dark and domineering eyes.

Miss Ye smiled unkindly, but she was relieved.

Mr. Qu's words are the irreplaceable recognition for this man.

People always need to belong. Perhaps, when he was a child, he also looked forward to Mr. Qu.