In fact, if he didn't say it, Zhang Qihang could guess that Lu Yanqing had a strong desire to return to Kyoto this year, especially after seeing Meng Wanyan in Zhongnan Town, he became abnormal.

The window of the ward was still open. Lu Yanqing touched it from his pocket and couldn't find the cigarette or lighter. He raised his chin at Zhang Qihang, "Do you have cigarette?"

Zhang Qihang nodded, but did not give him immediately. He first advised: "Boss, you are seriously injured. The doctor told you to quit smoking and drinking, so let's forget it."

Lu Yanqing glanced at him with black eyes, then swept his long legs and kicked him on the butt: "Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Qihang curled his lips, handed the cigarette obediently, and lit the lighter with a "pop".

The blue and white smoke was shrouded in the smoke butts burned a wisp of black hair. The man's tough and profound facial features seemed to be in the half-abnormal light and shadow. He held the cigarette in his thin lips, sucking his mouth one by one, and the raised Adam's apple moved slightly.

Zhang Qihang remembered that when he first joined the special forces, Lu Yanqing's skin was very white, his black eyes were silent and sharp, and he was rebellious and always alone.

At that time, the young men in the team were all in their early twenties and regarded his silence as cold and arrogant, and they fought for him a lot in private. Later, one or two of them were convinced by Lu Yanqing.

Lu Yanqing was not in a good mood, his eyes were slightly red and his lips were dry and pale. Zhang Qihang looked at him and always felt that the iron-strong and bloody captain in front of him would suddenly shed tears in the next second.

I don’t know what he had experienced when he went out just now. There were probably special circumstances. Zhang Qihang looked at him as he burned his cigarette butts that were burning to his fingers, and quickly reached out to help him pinch it off, and whispered: “Boss, you might have gone to find Meng Wanyan and then been rejected?”

As the words fell, the man lowered his eyes and glanced at him coldly, and Zhang Qihang immediately closed his mouth.

"Go and help me get my wallet."

Zhang Qihang was happy and went to get it happily, and then the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Nurse Li came in with a medical plate, his eyes passed by the two people in the ward, and finally stopped at Lu Yanqing: "Captain Lu, I'll help you with medicine."

The lights in the ward were lonely and silent, but the man's facial features were clear and tough, handsome and profound. He was wearing black casual clothes and looked more and more cold, he didn't talk much, and his strong aura could not be ignored.

When Lu Yanqing heard the sound, he raised his eyes and nodded slightly as a response.

Li Huan walked over and helped Lu Yanqing get up on the bed. He seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of being rejected just now. Her voice was very gentle, "Your wound has not healed yet. Dr. Wang said that you have to recuperate in the hospital in the past week, otherwise it will be difficult for your arm to recover."

The air was filled with a faint smell of smoke. Li Huan looked at the ashtray and picked up cotton with tweezers: "Also, smoking too much is bad for your health, so you can hold it up."

Lu Yanqing didn't say anything, lowered her eyes and looked at her medical plate, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

Zhang Qihang happened to come with Lu Yanqing's wallet. When Li Huan saw it, he reached out to help pick it up, but was blocked by one hand.

She raised her eyes and looked at the master of the hands. The man looked at her expressionlessly, and his slightly silenced voice was cold and alienated: "Don't touch."

Li Huan pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved, "I just saw that it was inconvenient for you to answer, so I want to help you."

She clearly felt that the man's cold tone was so cold that he was indifferent.

Lu Yanqing took the wallet from Zhang Qihang and skillfully took out a photo from the mezzanine.

The girl in the photo is wearing a school uniform, with delicate and beautiful facial features like a porcelain doll, with a black ponytail, and a bright and charming smile. Her hands were together, and she compared her very old-fashioned love to the camera.

Li Huan helped him with medicine silently. The man took off his shirt and only half of his body was exposed. The skin below his neck was obviously whiter than his face, but his muscles were even and tight, and his lines were smooth and cold.

Zhang Qihang leaned against the window and saw the boss looking at the photo again. He tsk in his heart. In terms of deep affection, no one in this world can compare to their Captain Ru.

The wound had not healed yet, and a long hole was cracked, dripping blood, and it hurts when you look at it.

When changing the dressings, Lu Yanqing didn't say a word, staring at the photo on his hand with his black eyes. This glance was far more effective than painkillers.

Nurse Li stood beside him, his eyes just fell on this photo. The corners of the photo have turned yellow, and it can be seen that it has been quite long.

She paused, feeling that the person in the photo was familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

But she guessed that the girl in the photo must be Lu Yanqing's sweetheart. At this moment, all her previous initiatives and hints seemed to have turned into jokes.

After Li Huan hesitated, she felt a little unwilling to accept it. She couldn't help asking: "Captain Lu, who is the person in this photo?"

Looks

very beautiful."

Lu Yanqing's hands tightened slightly, his thin lips gently lifted, and his tone was cold: "My girlfriend."

Zhang Qihang by the window widened his eyes when he heard this. The boss looked like he was in a state of dismay when he came back just now. He thought he had broken up, but now he was confident in his tone. It seems that there is still a chance?

Nurse Li's smile froze.
Chapter completed!