Chapter 908 Iron-Blooded Tenderness

There was that very familiar figure standing outside her door.

Leng Zhiyuan's beautiful pupils were shrinking violently. Is he coming?

He's actually here!

She stood up quickly, but sitting on the ground for too long caused her calves to feel numb. Her movements were sluggish. When she really stood up, she saw that the man outside the door had reached out and touched the fingerprints outside the prison door. The door "dinged" There was a sound of opening, and he walked in quickly.

He is a major general in the army, and he can enter all the prisons with fingerprint locks.

He walked in, hooked the prison door with his legs, and the door closed again with a "ding". At this time, a group of people came outside, the Red Flame soldiers who could not stop him, "Major General, sister-in-law..."

Chief Yang also came. He stood behind with his hands behind his back. He looked at the two people in the prison with a livid face. He wanted to see what this bastard wanted to do.

Han Xuan also came. She didn't want to come, but she couldn't control her steps. She wanted to come and have a look. What would happen if he met that woman?

Leng Zhiyuan did not look at a group of bystanders outside, not even a glance. Her eyes lingered on Zhou Yao's face and body. Is he... okay?

Zhou Yao stared closely at the stunning little face in front of him. His eyes were deep and cruel, staring at her deeply. He wanted to tear her in half, and he wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.

"It's better for you to stay here alone. Hey, it's hard to let you out if you are caught here this time. Maybe you will be sentenced tomorrow." He spoke slightly hoarsely, with a bit of sarcasm.

When I saw her just now, she was sitting on the ground with her eyes closed, as if taking a nap. She didn't look like someone who had been arrested at all. She was not panicked or decadent, she was calm.

No one needs to explain the situation this time. He understood it the moment he opened his eyes and saw Han Xuan. This is why he insisted on concealing his illness.

The poisoning incident will implicate her and Leng Zhou's family.

Political issues like this are very sensitive. As a soldier, he can do nothing but follow orders.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at him and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "I followed your example. Aren't you poisoned and about to die? Why don't you still act like a normal person and take other women to the bar to drink and act for me? "

she retorted.

Looking at her stubborn brows, Zhou Yao's eyes darkened, he stretched out his long legs, and walked in front of her with a few quick steps, "You little bastard! How dare you talk back!"

He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms forcefully.

Leng Zhiyuan bumped into his strong chest, and his strong masculine smell filled her nostrils, and there was also a bit of cool disinfectant smell lingering, which smelled very good.

She closed her long curly eyelashes, moved her two small hands to his strong waist and abdomen, and slowly hugged him, "Zhou Yao, you seem to have lost weight."

He had really lost weight, she knew it when she hugged him.

Zhou Yao buried his head in her long hair, and then took a sip of it with fascination. Her slender frame was not enough for him to hold with one of his long arms. He tightened his strength and then kneaded her into his chest. He laughed, "Why, you don't like it anymore when you lose weight?"

Is he still joking? !

Leng Zhiyuan touched his waist and moved up bit by bit. He was still wearing the blue and white striped hospital clothes in the ward. One look at him and she knew that he had just woken up and came to see her.

Her nose was red and the hospital gown was very thin. She could clearly feel the wounds on his body through the thin fabric. The bloody wounds that he scratched during the onset of the disease were now scarred.

"Does it hurt?" She asked with trembling red lips, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It's okay." Zhou Yao replied perfunctorily, then turned his head and kissed her face gently.

She knew he wouldn't say it. He was very chauvinistic and would not speak out no matter how much pain he suffered. He also didn't want the people he cared about to see him getting sick.

"What are you thinking about when the pain is severe?"

"Miss you."

"Do you think it won't hurt me anymore?"

"...It hurts even more." Zhou Yao hugged her tightly and whispered softly, "My heart hurts."

Tears welled up in Leng Zhiyuan's eyes. She clenched her two fists and hit his broad shoulders one after another. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide it from me? Do you think I knew you were poisoned?" Will I die for you? Am I so fragile and stupid?"

"What's so scary about death? If you have one day, let's spend one day. If you have half a day, let's spend half of it. As long as we are together, death is no big deal."

"Don't do this anymore. I, Leng Zhiyuan, am not afraid of anything and can bear anything. I am just afraid of my two hearts being separated, and I am afraid of having regrets in life. You said you would follow me until the end of time. If this It’s the end of you, so why is this not the end of the world between us?”

Zhou Yao's thick hard eyelashes covered his eyelids hard. He didn't dare to open his eyes because he knew that his eyes were very red at the moment, "Wife-in-law... Wife-in-law!"

He picked her up and spun her around twice.

What else could he say? What else could he say? He had only known this woman for three short months, but it seemed like he had spent a long life. His heart was filled with her. She understood him and sympathized with him. Him, love him.

The two of them didn't use too many words. Sometimes he really felt that he was born to wait for her.

Leng Zhiyuan hugged his neck and let him lift her up, holding her in circles. The hot tears in her eyes were like broken beads, falling one after another.

When she was put down, her back had already hit the wall, and her little face was held in the palms of two rough big hands, "Wife, the one who left first is not in pain at all, the one who is left behind is in pain, and I can't bear to let you be that one."

"Fool! Big fool!" Leng Zhiyuan tiptoed and kissed his lips.

The two people inside were kissing, and the group of people outside had red eyes.

The Chiyan soldiers looked at how their major general and sister-in-law were so affectionate, they turned their heads away, unable to bear to look, why does God always torture lovers?

Chief Yang's iron-green face was very moving. In his impression, Zhou Yao was a wild horse that needed to be tied with a bridle. If he was not careful, this wild horse would run out and cause trouble for him.

Commander Yang had never seen this side of Zhou Yao. He was deeply shocked and moved. It turned out that Zhou Yao also had this side. He was like a subdued beast in front of Leng Zhiyuan. When Leng Zhiyuan spread out her palms, he would wag his tail and beg for mercy. Is this the iron-blooded tenderness of this tough guy?

Han Xuan was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. Her hands and feet were cold and she froze in place. Her two hands hanging at her sides were clenched into fists. The scene inside was like a sharp knife digging into her heart, making her feel so painful, but she didn't want to turn her head away. She wanted to watch, watch intently.