What kind of melancholy is it like? There are too many secrets hidden in the deep starry eyes, coldness, vicissitudes, fatigue, and in his twenties, he should not have such a look.

"It's true, but it's difficult to do it." Xingye sighed softly, "Do you know why I like traveling?"

"Why?" Zhan Beicheng became interested. The more he sat with her, the more he wanted to explore her and understand her thoughts. He couldn't tell what was going on with him. He had never liked to inquire about others, but today he would have committed such a minefield.

It was not until later that he explained this action as an instinct to Xingye.

He put the remote control on his legs to the hand of Zhan Beicheng beside him, and his slender waist slowly stood up. Zhan Beicheng could only vaguely smell a faint fragrance. He looked up and saw Xingye standing beside him, with his beautiful eyes like autumn water mixed with a bit of lonely vicissitudes.

"Because, only unruly exile can make me forget all the unhappiness for the time being. This time, I went to Tibet because I couldn't lower my head, which I thought was noble. Originally, I had convinced myself, but when I came back, I realized that it was not like this. No matter how capable or the posture was, I could not force him to fall in love with me in the end."

When Xingye said this, his tone did not fluctuate, as calm as the sea in the middle of the night, and could not stir up any waves. There seemed to be a cold and cold depression in the empty living room.

"He is not worthy of your cherishment." Zhan Beicheng made a decisive conclusion. Although he had never met Su Muzhe, what kind of good man could a man who could get along with those two women?

A cold smile appeared on the corner of her unruly mouth, and a trace of irony flashed in her dark and deep eyes as dark as the night sky. I don’t know if it was because she felt unfair for her or was mocking the man for being short-sighted.

"Maybe, but these have nothing to do with me. They are all about to get engaged." Xingye said lightly, and his slender body turned, and the sound of heavy footsteps came. He could not help but feel bored in Zhan Beicheng's ears.

"I'll get you clothes, you can sit first, please feel free!" A light and wind drifted from the air.

Zhan Beicheng lowered his head with his sharp eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something, and it was undeniable that this woman had already aroused his interest without realizing it...

The scene of their previous meetings appeared in his mind again. A mysterious smile appeared on Junya's holy face. Maybe he could give it a try, otherwise it would be a pity if he surrendered to the men of the old foxes in his family who were eyeing him like this! Judging from the situation today, if he did not resist, he would definitely marry Liu Fei'er's woman. I really don't know what the old Buddha used to, and he actually changed his view of Liu Fei'er so quickly, and his mother!

Headache! Zhan Beicheng felt a split headache when he thought of this! All the smiles that were still on his lips were collected, and a hint of unruly appearance on Qingming's handsome face could not help but be stained with a hint of unrestrainedness. A wise and deep eyes flashed with an unshakable firmness. This matter must not be as their wish! This woman was married to him, and he had to decide!

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why is your face so bad?" At some point, Xingye was already standing beside Zhan Beicheng with a paper bag. His white and delicate face was a little concerned, and his slender willow eyebrows were slightly frowning.

Zhan Beicheng suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly found Xingye looking at him with some concern. A warm feeling passed by his silent heart. The black pupils were as sharp as ever, showing a stream of amber as clear and transparent as amber.

"It's okay, I just think of something troublesome." The vague headache was still there. Zhan Beicheng's low voice was a hint of hoarseness. His slender fingers were slightly bent and he gently buckled his forehead. When he raised his feet, he revealed a mature natural beauty.

If you change out of that handsome military uniform, you can be so handsome just wearing such a simple casual suit. This man is really a natural clothes rack, and he does have the capital to be fascinated by people! Xingye raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Zhan Beicheng, and said leisurely, "You might as well listen, didn't you just publish a long and long statement about the things, joy and sorrow?"

Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Xingye in surprise, "Do I have one?"

A touch of lightness jumped in the beautiful black eyes. Xingye looked at Zhanbei City with his surprised eyes. The red lips like rose petals were slightly closed, and the meaning was very obvious, you have it!

"Would you like to accompany me out for a walk? Talk with me." Zhan Beicheng suddenly calmed down his voice, his firm face accompanied by a gloom, and a hint of irritability between his eyebrows.

Xingye was stunned, his eyes were as deep as the raindrops on the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest after the rain. He glanced at Zhan Beicheng and nodded happily, "Okay, but I'm not familiar with City Z, so..."

“Just walk around casually.”

"I'll go back and change my clothes." As he said that, he handed the paper bag in his hand to Zhan Beicheng, "I haven't had time to wash the clothes for you, sorry."

Zhan Beicheng smiled brightly, "No, I can wash myself. I'll wait for you in the car."

He took the paper bag with one hand, and a tall figure shook from Xingye's eyes. A fresh breath brushed by. The person had already walked to the door. However, just before he was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly turned around. His black eyes returned to his original wisdom and shrewdness. The cold corners of his lips curled up a beautiful curve, "Wear a thicker clothes, the wind will blow tonight."

As soon as the words came, the man had turned around. When Xingye looked up at the door, he could only see his tall and tall figure, like a mountain, unable to shake it. At this moment, Xingye deeply understood that this man was actually the embodiment of justice. There were too many things on his shoulders, so many that his back also added a bit of loneliness. At this age, he could be on such a chair. The efforts he put in are not something that ordinary people can understand.

Zhan Beicheng, a legendary figure who is like a god, is now standing in front of her. Xingye respects this man, either because of other things, or because of his little-known struggle, the Chinese who came out of the death training camp. With this alone, he is enough to capture everyone's respect, let alone the "hunter" plan or actual combat against terrorism.
Chapter completed!