The beauty god is forced to love every day

Chapter 197 Commander, You Have Violated the Rules 19

On the way back, Yan Qing tilted his head to look at the bustling night scene outside the car window, his thoughts in a mess because of what happened tonight.

How did arms flow into the market and how did they pass the Haicheng inspection? The things behind this are far more complicated and serious than imagined.

I don’t know which link went wrong, but we cannot rule out the possibility that someone is smuggling arms. Zhong Yuan needs to be informed of this matter.

Only he had the right to investigate, and no one else had the authority to search the cargo ships at the dock.

When they returned to Bi Hai Bay, only the servants were there, and Zhong Yuan had not come back yet. Yan Qing took off his hat as soon as he entered the room.

The long hair falls naturally, soft and black, very beautiful.

"Madam is back." Wang Ma naturally took the hat from Yan Qing's hand.

Yan Qing hummed. He didn’t care that the servants always thought he was a woman. After all, he was one on the surface.

Slowly walking towards the dining table, "Commander, are you coming back today?"

Aunt Wang poured a bowl of warm chicken soup beside her and said, "The commander called and said he might be back late today, so he asked you to eat first and not wait for him."

"Oh!" Yan Qing took the bowl and looked at the bright yellow color of the chicken soup, which exuded a faint fragrance. He just felt a little greasy.

"Can I not drink it? I'm feeling a bit sick of it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ma looked at him with some embarrassment, "Madam, this is the commander's order. You also know the commander's temper."

"If you don't drink it, we servants will be the ones to suffer. I'll make deer antler and ginseng soup or pork ribs soup tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

Yan Qing thought about what happened last time and felt that there was no need to embarrass these people, so he blew on the wine gently and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Wang Ma's eyes flashed with joy, "Thank you, ma'am."

Yan Qing ate his meal by himself and responded vaguely, his thoughts drifting away. The arms issue has always been a hidden danger.

But he had no other choice now and could only wait for the results of Jing Jie's interrogation, or some news.

After dinner, he went straight back to his room, and when he had nothing to do, he worked on the plan for Yuanyi Textile Factory and the department store.

I fell asleep while writing on the sofa.

I don’t know how long it had been before I heard the sound of a car outside. The black car stopped steadily, and the driver got out quickly and opened the back door.

Zhong Yuan came down from above in a military uniform, and the sound of his boots stepping on the ground made a powerful clanging sound, which was particularly obvious in the silent night.

Entering the hall, the servants waiting were all neatly arranged, and he asked about Yan Qing's return as usual.

Only after learning that everything was normal did he strode back to the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a person sleeping on the sofa. She was wearing a green silk pajamas and her long hair was naturally scattered.

A few naughty strands of hair fell to the ground, next to the white notebook. He subconsciously slowed down his steps and movements.

The moment he entered the room, he took off his military cap, draped his cloak on the sofa, and looked down at him.

The fingertips opened Yan Qing's chest slightly, revealing her fair skin and collarbone. There were still a few red marks on it, but they had almost recovered.

He hadn't done anything for several days, and just looking at it made his throat itch, the blood in his body surge, and he even felt a little anxious to unbutton his clothes.

One of them accidentally broke and fell roundly to the side of Yan Qing's body. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up.

He didn't pick up the button, but he kissed Yan Qing involuntarily, so impatient... he couldn't even wait to go to the bed.

Yan Qing hummed in a daze, her tightly closed eyes slightly opened, and her voice was rarely soft.

"You're back."

"Hmm." A vague sound came out from the corner of his lips, accompanied by an ambiguous gasp.

Yan Qing put her arm around Zhong Yuan's neck and spoke intermittently about what happened today, "Today...I accidentally discovered someone carrying a gun."

"I...suspect someone in Haicheng is smuggling arms, you..."

"Let's talk later. I miss you." Zhong Yuan kissed the little mouth directly, "Be good now, my dear."

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In the bathroom, Yan Qing was still somewhat aware of what Zhong Yuan was doing. She opened her lips to speak, but was blocked again.

He could only whimper a few times, and then there was no sound at all.

Zhong Yuan felt the little hand that was supporting him go limp, and he quickly pulled the person into his arms, just like that...

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Until the sky turned white, the first ray of sunlight slowly climbed out, and the soft light poured into the room through the window.

Zhong Yuan's strong back was hunched, with a thin layer of sweat on it, glowing faintly in the orange-yellow sunlight, and his whole body was filled with the scent of hormones.

He reached out and lifted up the slightly wet hair, pushing it behind his head, revealing his smooth forehead, then he grabbed a tissue and ended the scene hastily.

Wen Run covered Yan Qing with the quilt, bent down to pick up the black shirt on the ground and put it on his shoulders, then put on a pair of white pajamas.

He picked up the cigarettes and lighter and walked barefoot to the balcony and pulled the curtains so as not to disturb Qingqing's sleep.

He stayed on the balcony, gazing into the distance and the rising sun. The sunlight shone on his face, as if covering him with a layer of soft glow.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a cigarette in his mouth and a black lighter between his slender fingers. With a "click", a bright yellow flame jumped out.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled smoke rings. The smoke rose in the air, blurring his face.

Her short hair fell neatly in front of her forehead, still damp from the day. The morning breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and stirring her hair.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, giving people a feeling of majesty, his eyes were deep with a hint of melancholy, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The fireworks flickered at the fingertips, as if reflecting the waves in one's heart.

He could probably guess what Yan Qing wanted to tell you. He received a secret letter in the evening about this.

The background of the person behind this is not simple. He was able to persuade the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau to give the order personally, which means that...

Just turn a blind eye to this matter.

But now that we are on his territory, we have to abide by his rules. Not everyone can act outside of the rules.

So he has sent people to investigate the matter and is waiting for the outcome.

Also, a war is about to break out, and his superiors have given orders for him to be on standby at any time.

Born in troubled times, life is worthless.

He didn't know when he would die, but the most likely scenario was on the battlefield! This was also the way he hoped for the most.

But I just can't let it go. When I have someone I care about, it seems like I don't want to die anymore.

The happiest day of his life is probably right now. He has filled his beloved's heart with his scent.

Every inch of it is his exclusive mark.