Chapter 44 Protect her if you violate the principle

Qu Xiangtian didn't have a leave until the end. When she was sure she was fine, she went back first. Maybe it happened today, and the female demon didn't come to look for her again. Yes, she went on strike, and Qu Xiangtian also repaired her as she wished. What else could she be dissatisfied with?

So he sorted out his things. Ye Zhiyu returned home at seven o'clock for the first time in more than half a month. The serviceman was boiling water and greeted her with a smile when he saw her come back. The hot porridge and some lighter dishes had been prepared on the table.

Ye Zhiyu looked at it, and there were some waves in his heart. She knew that this was specially prepared by him.

It's not that she couldn't see his concession, and she also knew that he didn't mean to hurt her. It's just that things have become like this, and she still can't forgive him so calmly and without grudges.

It doesn't matter if she is petty or ignorant. His man protects other women indiscriminately. As long as he doesn't admit her innocence and apologizes to her seriously, she will never forgive him.

Thinking about things in his heart, Ye Zhiyu still sat at the table and filled a bowl of porridge. The warm feeling instantly filled his empty stomach. Since she got married, she has deliberately revealed her cooking skills in order to go out to observe the terrain. He squeezes her to cook for him at home almost every day. When you go home like this, you can eat ready-made food, and only at home in N City, your mother will do this.

Ye Zhiyu was eating, and his heart became soft. He looked up and thanked the servicemen who were ready to leave with a smile. Unexpectedly, the other party showed an inexplicable face: "Madam, what can I thank? Cleaning is the job I should do, and it's my honor to solve the difficulties for the chief."

Ye Zhiyu has always known his "aimination". Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and pointing to the porridge on the table. Then the other party suddenly realized, "Then you can't thank me, madam." The serviceman, who always had a simple smile, suddenly became mysterious, and his tone was lowered by eight degrees: "Madam, although the chief doesn't let me say it, I absolutely dare not bear this credit."

Looking at Ye Zhiyu's doubtful face, the serviceman smiled and said, "To be honest, this porridge was cooked by the chief himself."

Ye Zhiyu was immediately blinded when he heard the words and almost asked, "He cooked it?"

"Isn't it!" The serviceman seemed to understand Ye Zhiyu's disbelief. "Today, I remember that the chief had a regular meeting that was going to be held very late. Who knew that he came back early and cooked porridge without saying a word! Why don't you let me tell you?"

The serviceman said that the matter was very evil, very unscientific and very difficult to understand.

However, he continued to say something, but Ye Zhiyu didn't listen to it anymore, but his head turned around.

He specially cooked porridge for her. Why, guilt...

"My home is in N city, and I have always been in N city."

For some reason, the words she said in the infirmary this afternoon suddenly came out, which made Ye Zhiyu stunned for a moment. Then he shook his head again and laughed at his thoughtless.

After eating in a complicated mood, Ye Zhiyu went upstairs to take a shower. Today, her physical strength was exhausted. She couldn't wait to jump to sleep, but she found that there was a cup of hot amber** on the bedside table, which seemed to be enveloped in a faint warmth under the light.

Ye Zhiyu vaguely guessed what it was in his heart, but he felt that he thought strangely. So she sniffed it to the tip of her nose and confirmed her idea, but she still felt a little fantasy.

That's a cup of ginger brown sugar water.

So, what the servicemen burned before was not boiled water but this? Don't think she knows that this must be his order. However, the serviceman also left after dinner, so he specially brought this cup in?

In what mood did the man send this cup of things in? Ye Zhiyu suddenly felt a little curious, and there was a bubble of expectation in his heart. Yes, she is in pain now, but she has not liked the taste of ginger since she was a child, even if it is just light and unbearable. Miss Ye looked at the glass of water in her hand and silently entangled.

When the tall man pushed the door and gently pushed the door in, he saw the cup of ginger brown sugar water that had obviously not moved on the table, and his beautiful sword eyebrows frowned slightly in the dark. When his eyes moved to the person who curled up and fell asleep, his face was a little darker than this darkness.

Ye Zhiyu was in pain, but his body was so tired that he could fall asleep vaguely in pain. Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to feel that someone was hugging her, and there was a warm palm rubbing extremely patiently in her lower abdomen until the pain gradually disappeared and she fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the bed on the other side had traces of sleep, but it was already cold.

Ye Zhiyu stared at the empty bed for a long time and looked at the clear sky outside. He still made up his mind.

She wants to go home!

What she didn't know was that at this time, in Qu Xiangtian's office, the tall beauty was standing at her desk with a cold face, which was obviously dissatisfied.

"Report to the head, whether Comrade Ye Zhiyu still has not planned to return to the team today."

The man at the table lowered his eyebrows and swept his sharp eyes across the other party's face. Ling Yaoyang used to be the captain of the Snow Fox Special Team. Later, he was recommended to the Red Blade because of his excellent ability. He has always been a tough general under him and has never let him down. He took over the Red Blade at the age of 19, and Ling Yaoyang followed him for 5 years. He knew her temperament too well. If it was really Ye Zhiyu's fault, how could Ling Yaoyang let her go so easily?

Although Ye Zhiyu was stubborn, Ye Jundian was right. The woman still understood what was wrong, coupled with her fierce reaction yesterday... A few days ago, he had been listening to Ling Yaoyang report that there was something wrong with Ye Zhiyu's work, and the latter tried to complain to him, so he almost listened to Ling Yaoyang's words yesterday. I believed it without doubt.

The thoughts in his mind rotated quickly, and Qu Xiangtian was silent for a while before he opened his mouth.

"When was Minister Ling so easy to talk that he came to ask me for someone peacefully." The tone was plain, but cold without a trace of temperature.

He called her "Minister Ling." Ling Yaoyang's heart immediately sank when he heard the words, but his face remained unchanged. He said, "Let's go and go. Where is the army?" I don't understand why the chief put that kind of person into the red blade.

"Who should I put in? Do I still need to report to Minister Ling?"

"No, but the chief--

"She is my wife." Six words interrupted Ling Yaoyang's eagerness without delay, but the plain tone was with unquestionable tough pressure, "She is my wife. Now and in the future. Minister Ling, you should understand what I mean. His sharp eyes swept over the woman's pale face in an instant, and his posture of protecting his shortcomings was already very obvious.

Ling Yaoyang looked at the people in front of him in disbelief, with a strange look in his eyes.

He has many ways to protect that woman, but he chose the toughest one.

The man who has always believed in the strict and unshakable discipline of the army, the man who will not change his will no matter what happens, is now putting pressure on her with power and recklessly to protect the inexplicable woman under his wings?

This man is not the leader she knows, absolutely not. His mind was instantly confused. Unless he thought so, Ling Yaoyang did not want to believe that he would be willing to say such words for that woman!

Qu Xiangtian looked at the other party's stunned face and said mercilessly again: "Yesterday, Junmo came out of the confinement room. He is temporarily responsible for the affairs of the headquarters. Minister Ling has been worrying about too much recently, and he is inevitably impatient. I'll give you a good week to calm down."

Ling Yaoyang looked at Qu Xiangtian and opened his mouth unbelievably. He meant... to suspend her for a week?

How is this possible? Just for that woman... he actually suspended her?

He hurriedly looked at the man's eyes to ask for proof, but when he saw the frost-like indifferent eyes, Ling Yaoyang was there for a moment, and he only felt that his heart trembled fiercely, and suddenly there was a terror.

He is serious. He is angry. And she believes that if she hadn't taken into account the friendship over the years, she would definitely not have been suspended for a week. Now, even if he has to accept it, Ling Yaoyang understands how much weight that woman has occupied in his heart.

But why is it such a woman? These days, she did see that woman's efforts, but her identity! The chief cares about that kind of person, isn't he worried about burying hidden dangers for the red blade?!

She didn't understand that she was also looking at him, staring more carefully earlier than that woman. He is as powerful as a god and Buddha. She can only keep working hard and desperately. She does not hesitate to be called the Rasha demon by the soldiers below, and only wants a look of his approval. But that woman didn't do anything but had everything she wanted, which was unfair.

Ye Zhiyu, that kind of woman can't help him except for being coquettish, and she is different. She has the power to sacrifice all the sharp knives for him at any time, as long as he orders!

Her heartache was so tight, but her self-esteem did not allow her to show an injured look. She stiffened her look and changed back to the cold Ling Yaoyang again. The tall woman stood upright and saluted stiffly, "Yes! Chief!" After saying that, without waiting for his order, he went out of the room without looking back and passed by Gu Junmo, who was about to come in.

He came in without delay, and Gu Junmo Qingjun's eyebrows were a little puzzled.

"The chief, A Ling just looked ugly."

Qu Xiangtian glanced at the other party and did not answer.

The delicate man finally sensed the strange atmosphere and sighed quietly, "The purpose of the enemy outside is still unclear. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to have internal trouble like this."

Qu Xiangtian replied coldly: "Maintaining surface stability but condoning the privileges of some people will only bury hidden dangers and cause greater trouble."

Gu Junmo shook his head when he heard the words. He could not talk about him.

"During my confinement, FBK's ice cream came to me. Let me bring you a message. Qingjun's face appeared a little strange as if he thought of something, and shook his head slightly as if he had shaken off some idea, and then said again, "She said that Joker asked her to tell you that Ye Zhiyu is his person, so A-TM, please leave him to do it."

When the man heard the words, Mo Ran's eyes instantly became dark and thick, and a strange storm appeared in his eyes. Gu Junmo was a little inexplicable. He thought that Joker's declaration of war proved the meaning of that woman. Xiang Tian should be very excited. Why does the current state seem to be...

"He is looking for death."

With a crack, the teacup broke.

Gu Junmo looked at the other party's shocking anger in vain and couldn't help being stunned there. Although Qu Xiangtian's temper is easy to get angry, in his impression, he rarely sees him so angry and comes for no reason.

In fact, not only Gu Junmo, but also Qu Xiangtian himself did not know why he was suddenly so angry. But I only felt that my emotions were not controlled at all, and suddenly thought of Ye Zhiyu, who should still be at home now. Her reaction yesterday made him have a bad feeling at this moment.

Gu Junmo looked at the person who was still angry for the last second and began to call with a cold face, and then - "Bang!" - the phone was hung up fiercely. The man was like a low pressure center at this moment, and his gloomy face was brewing a torrent of storm.

Da Damn, she's not at home.