The flying skirt corners were like the purple light swaying in the breeze. The glazed gaze swept through everyone below the stage. Finally, there was no trace of turbulence. However, at the moment of turning the corner, the eyes seemed to be frozen by something.

The beautiful eyes as bright as stars suddenly flashed with a hint of softness. With a faint light, a light lotus slowly bloomed on the elegant and beautiful face. The shallow dimples rippled slightly, and the clear eyes were instantly stained with a faint haze. Through the slightly blurred mist, the soft and sad vision, accompanied by a bit of endurance, was directly fixed on the tall and upright figure on the second floor, motionless.

Such a clear and moving divortex smile was enough to fall into everyone present. Perhaps the most beautiful smile was like this, and everyone was a little intoxicated.

Zhan Beicheng had long known that if this woman smiled at him, his heart would be half as weak as she could. Although her steps were still standing firmly, her slightly folded fingertips had proved this fact.

A faint relief flashed through his dark eyes, his five fingers gathered together, slowly hitting his mighty hat, and then gently swung towards Xingye...

Youran withdrew her gaze, and her clear eyes instantly returned to the same calm as before. She turned around lightly, took her steps and walked backstage.

"Chief of Staff, Sister Xingye's smile is so good-looking, much better than Sister Li Hui's." Xiao Meng looked at Xingye in a daze and disappeared into the direction of the small bridge, and said blankly, "I'd better if I can marry such a righteous wife in the future, I'll be proud of her."

Zhan Beicheng slowly retracted the sharp gaze, glanced at Xiao Meng with a meaningful look on his face, and a low voice came over, "From now, just say this to me, don't talk nonsense to Director He. If you think she is right, then she is right. Do you care what others think?"

"Of course I won't talk nonsense! I often hear people say that the lovers have a look of Xi Shi!" Xiao Meng laughed, and grabbed his head with a strong Northeast accent, "But, Sister Xingye is really serious!"

"How can the woman I marry be wrong?" Zhan Beicheng laughed softly, his tone clearly had a hint of gentle pampering, and he turned his steps and walked towards the door with both hands in his hands.

"Hey! Chief of Staff, where are we going? Before Sister Xingye?" Xiao Meng called out hurriedly and chased after him.

"It's not that she can't recognize the way, but she still wants me to tie it to her side? The commander is waiting for me to go back to report the situation." A low and powerful voice came, but the pace did not stop for a moment.

In the empty corridor, there was a sound of rapid and messy footsteps. The purple skirt kept flying, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

The person has left, but the coffee cup on the trash can is still slightly steaming...

It was still raining outside, and the vast world was shrouded in a faint haze. The sky gradually became late and gray. The street lights were lit up, and the cars were like flowing water and horses were like dragons.

"Chief of Staff, the car is here!" Xiao Meng stretched out his index finger and pointed to the military Hummer slowly coming towards him.

"Yeah." Zhan Beicheng responded simply, walking towards the car with steady steps, and a cool sound came from behind him that made his heart ache.

"You try another step forward." The cool and indifferent voice was no longer the same as Xingye, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in that tone.

The tall figure slowly stopped, and his body with his back to Xingye was slightly stiff...

She just didn't walk over to see if he would come over! Xingye looked at the back of Zhan Beicheng with a temperament, and her beautiful eyes were stained with a hint of grievance.

The rain gradually became heavier. Xiao Meng hurriedly took out a big black umbrella from the car, opened it with a "bang", and covered it on the top of Zhanbei City.

The jumping silver stars fell to the ground, and soon splashed beautiful silver flowers. Zhan Beicheng's head was dyed with a hint of wetness, and his dark eyes were filled with helplessness. The big hand behind him slowly lowered it and waved it gently at Xiao Meng, "You get in the car first."

"Yes! Chief of Staff!" Xiao Meng naturally understood the situation very well and immediately got into the car, but those eyes were staring at the car mirror.

Xu Ran turned around, narrowed his black eyes, and a faint warmth came through the thin rain curtain.

"Come here." The low voice accompanied by a hint of hoarseness, but full of temptation, stretched out his big hand towards Xingye.

Xingye just stood still, holding the beautiful autumn pupils, looking at Zhanbeicheng stubbornly, just not talking to him. As he looked, he simply turned his head aside.

"Xiaojizhu is really getting more and more backbone. Who did you learn this from?" Zhan Beicheng spread his hands with some helplessness, swept Xingye calmly in the drizzle, and had to take off his coat and walk over a few steps. Wen Nuan also draped towards Xingye's shoulders. He raised his rough and slender fingertips slightly, and pushed away the long hair mixed with the rain on her face, and then hugged Xingye into his arms, his arms tightly locked.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his tough handsome face still had a calm and cold expression, but there were obviously many things in his eyes that she could not find out. He looked so dusty, although he had just arrived back.

The warm temperature came through his broad chest, and his tired body seemed to have found a place to rest. It was not until this moment that Xingye understood why she felt her heart was empty for a while and would always think of this familiar face inadvertently. I am afraid that she could not help herself. With such a recognition, she began to hesitate and restless, and her trembling hands could not wrap around his waist.

"I hate this feeling." A hoarse voice came, with a bitterness of depression.

Why do I feel a strong bitterness in my throat? Why can’t I spit out a single word if I want to scold him? Why do I feel a little burning in my eyes?

"I'm sorry, not sad, huh?" A low and emotional voice came, and a faint warmth suddenly came from his forehead. Xingye slowly raised his head from his arms and met those gentle and pity-like eyes.

The starry eyes became a little lonely, quietly opened their eyes, and a light tone sounded, "What's the use of my sorry for you? If I didn't chase you out, you would have disappeared."

"Listen!" Zhan Beicheng yelled, "I just got off the plane. I heard that you were here, so I came over to check it out and rushed back to the military district to report the situation to the commander. You are not willing to recognize the way, so you are not allowed to make me angry."

"Then you go back now, don't worry about me." After quickly retracting both hands, a girl was obviously angry, and even her tone became cold, "I will work overtime tonight and won't go back."

"Don't you go back? Who can eat the food I cook if you don't go back? I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have a better temper!" Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows slightly and pulled up his coat for Xingye. "Is there such a low awareness? Do you want to go to the Party School for a few days?"

Xingye simply turned his head and didn't even want to say anything to him. It took so long for this man to explore the issue of enlightenment with her as soon as he came back.

The tough and handsome face sank slightly, sighed secretly, lowered his body, bent down quietly, raised his rough index finger to Xingye's chin, and a light kiss fell on the cold red lips, like a dragonfly squirting the water.

"Don't be angry, I'll explain to you when I get home, huh?" The gentle tone passed through my ears, and Xingye's heart softened slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

"You said." The faint starry eyes flashed with a touching softness like glass.

"If I didn't say it, it could be said by a ghost?" Zhan Beicheng replied angrily.

The elegant face suddenly pulled through a slight ripples, and the clear eyes were shining. I looked deeply at Zhanbeicheng, which was a serious face. I gently tiptoed and kissed Zhanbeicheng's handsome face with a cool red lips. However, like Zhanbeicheng just now, the elegant fragrance faded away again.

Zhan Beicheng was stunned, his eyes sank, and he suddenly locked Xingye's simple and elegant face with a little gloomy, and said meaningfully, "You have been in the limelight tonight. I don't know how much trouble I have caused me. I will calculate this account carefully for you when I go back tonight, and now, I will pay a little interest first!"

After saying that, before Xingye could react, the domineering passionate kiss fell like a rapid rain, and it was as far as the sky was concerned.

"You! Um!" The surprised tone was blocked before it could be said. A fresh and unique aura came, and Xingye's consciousness gradually became blurred. He couldn't help but grab the clothes on his waist and responded carefully.

The dim street lights were not bright at all, and the drizzle continued. The thin shirt was already a little wet. No one except for one person noticed that there was actually a cold figure standing not far from the street lights, looking at everything that happened here indifferently.

Zhan Beicheng, who had strong control, finally slowly let go of Xingye. His image was once again destroyed in the hands of this little rice bucket. He swept the two curious and excited eyes in the car mirror coldly, and Zhan Beicheng smiled helplessly.

"Let's go, stay in the car later and wait for me for fifteen minutes." The confused eyes gradually became clear, and Zhan Beicheng quickly recovered from his trance.

"Didn't you say you want to cook? There is no food at home, and only one tomato left we had that day." Xingye glanced at Zhan Beicheng and spoke softly.

"It's true that you haven't been in the kitchen for more than a month?" Zhan Beicheng narrowed his deep eyes and looked at Xingye coldly, his eyes were a little dangerous and his voice was a little cold.

Xingye lowered his head slightly and whispered, "I rarely go back. You are not here. I live in that house a little bit uncomfortable..."

Hearing this, Zhan Beicheng fell silent. After a long time, he replied, "I will get used to it in the future."
Chapter completed!