When Fei Siting walked out of the gate of the Bailan Palace, he saw the woman standing in the square.

His eyes became deeper, and his breathing immediately became heavier, and he walked down the stairs and headed towards her.

Walking like a wind, step by step faster, and in the end it was like a trot.

The female vice-president Yin Wuyuan stood behind her back, looked at the man's back, feeling slightly surprised, and said to the bodyguard Li Chengjue beside her, "I haven't seen Fei Siting's appearance yet?"

The man had a cold and handsome face, "I have never seen it before."

Junziyan raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of her quietly. Her throat seemed to be covered with cotton. It took a long time to squeeze out a few words, "How are you... okay?"

"I am fine."

"Are you really okay?"

"What can I do?" Fei Siting looked at her deeply, with a expressionless face, but there was a bit of loneliness hidden in his deep eyes, "When did you come?"

"I...I just came."

"Yeah, I'm back, it's cold."

Junziyan really wants to say sorry again, but what's the use?

No!

No matter what she says or does now, she is wrong and meaningless.

Fei Siting began to take off his military coat, "I'm fine, but Zuo Chenghui is just a person. He doesn't pose a threat to me."

"Is that true? If he was really that easy to deal with, why did the impeachment meeting last so long?"

The man's big hand froze, "..."

He didn't explain and was about to put on her coat.

Behind the woman, two short words came, "Ziyan!"

Junziyan was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw Nangong Rui jogging over.

"Why are you here too?"

Nangong Rui took off his white suit jacket and naturally draped it on the woman. "Well, I also saw the news on my phone. I knew you were here, so I came to pick you up. What else do you want to say to Fei Siting?"

"I..." Junziyan turned his head and looked at the man's fair side face. After a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze and spoke low, "No more."

"No more, then we'll go back, it's cold."

Nangong Rui naturally took the woman's hand, looked at Fei Siting's face, and spoke lightly, "Let's go first."

Fei Siting didn't say anything, but quietly looked at the backs of the two people getting in the car.

He asked coldly until the car drove for a distance, "Has she cried?"

"Ah?" Adjutant Qian swallowed, "Miss Jun didn't cry."

"I saw tears at the corners of her eyes."

"Uh uh uh, that's... that's rain... no right, it's not raining, it's... yes..."

"Okay, shut up."

Fei Siting's eyes became a little gloomy. He was impeached and made her cry again?

Go back in the RV.

Junziyan's head was dizzy, his cheeks were hot, and his spirits were a little dazed.

She sat there quietly, without saying anything, without knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing her wet hair, Nangong Rui walked into the storage cabinet, took an unplugged hair dryer, and turned on the warm wind to blow her hair.

The rustling sound recalled the thoughts of gentlemen.

She looked up at him, "I'll blow it myself."

"It's okay, I want to blow it to you."

"It really doesn't need to..."

Junziyan took over the hair dryer and blew it for himself.

She bit her lips tightly, lowered her head, and her heart was desolate.

After blowing a little dry, she put down the hair dryer in her hand, looked at the man beside her again, and spoke in a silence, "Nangong Rui, I feel a little dizzy, I want to squint for a while, can I?"

"Dry your hair first." Nangong Rui spoke strongly, "If you don't blow dry, I won't let you sleep."
Chapter completed!