You have to know that after blow-drying your hair and then tying it up again, it feels a little weird now.
Cheng Qianxun could only ask: "Sorry, should I come back later?"
"No, it's over."
The general said to the six senior officers across from the desk, "Just do what we just discussed."
The six officers immediately stood up, saluted and walked out.
She stepped out of the way and walked to the side.
As the officers passed one by one, they looked at her with curious eyes.
It makes people feel hairy all over.
Although they are very old to reach the top, there are almost no people in their thirties or less than forty like the general.
They are all around fifty.
But they are still quite good-looking.
They are all over 1.8 meters tall and wearing black uniforms.
Long-term dieting and exercise have made their bodies straight and slim.
I really doubt that being an official here depends not only on ability, but also on appearance.
Everyone finally left, and the pressure relaxed a little.
When she turned her eyes, she saw the general leaning on his chair and looking at her.
At this time, the whole body is relaxed, like a big panther taking a rest.
"What do you want from me?"
the general asked.
"Uh" You can't be really shameless, she can only be shameless: "The general just said, let me clean up the smell first, and then come here to talk about the inside story of the special things that happened in the past few days."
The general said "Oh" lightly, as if he remembered.
Come on, with his brain, it's impossible to forget what happened half an hour ago.
He thought for a while, then turned his body on the office chair back and forth, then stopped and said, "Come here."
If you want to make a fuss, then go ahead, her necklace has already been robbed anyway.
The big deal is the ring on your hand, take it as you like.
So she walked over and stood where the general always told her to stand.
Next to the office chair, in the corner of the desk.
The general turned around and looked at her: "Why do you always stand so far away every time?"
Maybe other women have already come close to her, eager to stick their necks to her.
She swallowed her saliva and said flatteringly: "The general's majesty makes people awe, it is enough to look up to him."
Anyway, I don’t know what it will be translated into other people’s ears.
Anyway, the general was immediately happy.
The corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at her with a smile.
Then he sat on the office chair and slid all the way over.
Come to her twice.
The difference in stature is very obvious.
She is standing and the other person is sitting, but she is not much taller.
Twisting a strand of black hair: "I've washed my hair."
How could this cause trouble?
She answered bravely: "Yes.
General."
"Let me smell it.
What brand of shampoo did you use?"
When she was stunned, the general put his arm around her waist and held her on his lap.
He put his nose close to the top of her head and took a real sniff: "They are just ordinary labor protection supplies issued to you.
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I have given you so much money to buy them."
If you don’t have all the messy stuff, you can’t spend it on yourself, so you can’t do your hair, buy some cosmetics, etc.”
It still feels weird, talking about ambiguity but not taking any further action, but this kind of sitting on the lap thing.
It shouldn't be considered normal.
She tried to stabilize her fast heartbeat: "As long as you save your life, it doesn't matter whether you're beautiful or not.
The soap and shampoo that I was given are still very good.
What brand does the general use?
And what brand does Emilia use?
How about I Go buy two bottles and try them.”
With a salary of 10,000 yuan and a bonus of 5,000 yuan, she spent more than 5,000 yuan on various outdoor survival supplies.
The "Spider-Man" suction cup alone cost nearly 2,000 yuan.
But the facts show that it is still worth it.
"I don't want to buy two pieces of clothing to wear."
The general hugged her without fuss, just holding her like a doll.
"Okay."
She responded firmly: "I will go shopping for clothes later, and buy the best ones.
General, who wants to kill me, and why did those zombies suddenly appear?
Who are they?"
.”
The general put a finger on her lips to stop her from speaking: "You have so many questions, I will find out."
Looking at the pair of deep blue eyes so close to her, she was stunned again.
They were so familiar.
Then she lowered her head and sighed.
Sure enough, they were playing tricks on her again.
"I'm very happy and a little surprised this time.
In this situation, why can you still trust me?"
The general put his hand on her face, so that her eyes could only stare at those dark blue eyes: "Why?"
Why, no one knows why, looking at those eyes, I always feel so familiar.
When the general put down his hand, her eyes were still looking at each other, lost in deep memories.
In fact, the time is not that long.
In the past, one day was often a year, but this time it was less than four days, which is more than three years.
Therefore, the same look in the eyes and the similar look are just a coincidence.
The general said first: "I understand."
He slowly put her down.
Standing in front of the office chair, she was a little at a loss.
She didn't know what to do next or what the general understood.
The general sat there and said leisurely: "Because that old friend looks like me, right?"
Maybe, maybe, when the general said: "It seems you trust that person very much."
She suddenly smiled: "On the contrary, I don't trust this guy who talks lies at all."
The general also burst out laughing.
I don't know why, but he always felt very familiar and close to him when he saw him.
This was not what he should be.
According to the general's status, she should be like everyone else, instead of talking about admiration but always making him laugh involuntarily.
While the general was happy, he quickly asked: "General, who wants to kill me?"
The general picked up the intercom: "76, go and make a suit of clothes for 417.
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I'll tell you the style of the clothes later." 76 is the number of the Secretary-General.
He is a small soldier.
Please ask the Secretary-General to do such a trivial matter.
This general is too willful.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, just waiting for the Secretary-General to "treat her differently" in the future.
The general hung up the phone, lowered his head and clicked on the computer file again: "You can go back and rest now.
I'll give you a day off."
I don’t know why, but what she said was: “But I still have two days of rest.”
"That's right."
The general still maintained his original office posture and remained calm: "Obviously.
Special times, special treatment."
The general picked up the intercom again: "Starting from today, all rest and vacations for the regular army, including the special forces, are cancelled.
Round-the-clock orders."
Not to mention that she had to wait for the rest, she smiled wryly.
If the regular army knew about it, she would be blamed for canceling the rest.
"You go and have a rest first."
The general put down the intercom and continued to work on his own, without paying any attention to her.
She could only give a military salute, turned around and left.
Just walked a few steps.
I heard the general say from behind: "Take advantage of today's rest to practice salutes.
None of the movements are standard."
It’s not like he came from a major.
And the salute gestures in different countries are a little different.
This is the first time for her to do this kind of job.
Anyway, she is just messing around, and everyone knows that she comes from the bottom.
That's about right.
She turned around.
He saluted with a non-standard gesture: "Yes, General."
He walked out the door.
After going out, she saw the secretaries in the secretary's room opposite, all looking at her with complex and varied looks. . .
Yes, she is such a woman, what does the general see in her?
There's no need to explain anything, it's useless.
Could it be that the general always made some very ambiguous actions just to tease her and not talk about them?
Even she didn't believe it. "417" the secretary-general stopped her.
He came out of the office and walked up to her: "Why does the general want to help you make clothes?"
God knows, she thought for a while and then said seriously: "Sir, maybe as the only woman in the regular army, I don't know how to dress up.
The general can't stand me wearing black, so he wants to see what I wear in other clothes.
Damn it.
Or maybe you think I did a good job this time and fully demonstrated my loyalty to the general.
There is nothing to reward, so I gave you a piece of clothing."
The secretary-general was stunned for a moment, and thinking about it, there should be no other reason: "Oh, you go ahead."
"Yes, sir."
She stopped saluting, since her saluting was not standard anyway.
Back in the room, Sneijder and his teammates also finished washing.
When he saw her coming back, Rudolf, who was sitting on the sofa, said leisurely: "Looking at her long face, she must not have asked anything."
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"Why does it still smell like a trash can?"
She was irritated, and when she saw the quilt with black holes all over it after being beaten, she became even more angry: "How can I sleep like this?
By the way, the only thing I can get is The news is that starting from today, all rest days and vacations for the regular army will be cancelled, and 24-hour service will be provided.”
Teammates were cool about it, with Gordon responding: "We'd better not take a break anyway."
"At least this is news.
We don't care.
The other regular troops will definitely scream."
She walked to the sofa a little angrily: "Who can lend me a room to sleep in?
I barely slept last night and was exhausted."
Gordon stood up: "You and Sneijder sleep with me, and Regel and I share a bed."
Regel stared: "Why do you want to get together with me, two big guys, sleeping together is too crowded?"
Rudolf said surreptitiously: "It means I am small."
"I just want to sleep alone.
If you don't sleep on the bed here, I will sleep on it."
Regel walked to the bed and lay down directly on it.
As a result, he heard a "boom" and the bed collapsed.
Everyone laughed out loud when they looked at Reger sleeping in a mess.
The high temperature generated by the laser had already punched holes in the bed.
Considering Reger's size, it was normal for it to collapse.
Gordon said to Rudolph: "I didn't mean that.
Actually, I was worried that the ghost of an innocent man who dreamed of being dismembered by you in the middle of his sleep would float over."
The corners of Rudolph's mouth raised slightly, but his voice was sinister: "Do you want to be able to come here in the future?"
Now he was amused by his teammates, and his mood became much better no matter how bad it was.
She turned around and pulled Sneijder who was sitting on the chair: "Okay, let's all go to sleep."
At this time, someone knocked on the door.
When he opened it, he saw that it was for breakfast.
"We haven't decided yet."
Rudolf asked warily.
She must have been nervous just now, and she also had no appetite, so she didn't think of ordering a meal.
The person who delivered the food said: "The secretary-general personally called to place the order.
How many servings do you want?"
The secretary-general may have also given the order to the general.
Otherwise, why would these soldiers bother him about breakfast?
After all, he is also the secretary-general, and his position is quite high.
After playing all night, being chased and negotiating again, my energy was almost exhausted.
After eating hastily, I went to sleep.
Lying on the bed, she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, presumably the same was true for her other teammates.
I'm too tired and must go to sleep.
As for other things, I'll talk about it after I wake up.
At noon, someone still knocked on the door to deliver meals, which were ordered by the secretary-general.
It seemed that the general expected that they would be too tired to sleep for the whole day.
Sneijder took the order and said, "Can we order dinner now?
In special circumstances, there is no need for the secretary-general to call again."
The person who delivered the food hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Cheng Qianxun leaned on the bed and ate lunch, while Sneijder walked to the door, picked up the intercom and talked to the secretary-general, said some words of thanks, and said that everyone in the special team had ordered dinner.
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After lunch, I continued to sleep.
I planned to sleep hard like this.
I almost fell asleep, but sleep and death are two different things.
Just as I was sleeping comfortably, someone knocked on the door again.
When he opened the door, he saw a porter, saying he was changing the bed for their family.
"But we didn't book it."
Sneijder walked out, and she also got out of bed, yawning and walking to her room.
Not only the bed was changed, but the bedding was also replaced with new ones.
"No problem, just sign for it."
The porter handed the computer board to Sneijder: "The military will pay for all the expenses."
It must be compensation for breaking their bed.
Sneijder borrowed the computer board and signed for it by handwriting on the computer board with his fingers.
Looking at the brand new bed, Cheng Qianxun curled his lips and said, "Can I live with you?"
"Just be content.
So what if you don't pay us compensation?
You don't have to pay for it."
Sneijder walked out and said, "You go to bed first.
I'll go tell Gordon and I'll be right back."
Looking at the new bed, new mattress, and quilt, she could only shrug, okay, it's better than nothing.
Just as he lay down, Sneijder walked in: "Stop sleeping.
If you sleep like this, you can still sleep at night."
She lay on the bed and asked feebly: "What else can I do?"
"Get up and do something else."
Sneijder pulled her up: "The others also said they won't sleep anymore.
Let's go find something to do together."
"Beep beep beep beep..."
Treating the target as an imaginary enemy, he fired ten shots in a row.
She put down the gun and waited for the results of the shot.
My teammates were also shooting, and there were about a dozen regular soldiers, but they all came over first and looked up at the results. "701 rings, haha" Regel was happy and said to the others: "Our group has won.
We have passed 700 rings.
Treat us."
Sneijder also smiled and hugged her and said, "Our princess will never let us down."
Bet on her performance: "What if you lose?
Your salary is almost spent."
As a result, the four teammates said in unison: "Of course it depends on you."
Cheng Qianxun was so angry that he rolled his eyes on the spot and thought she was a rich woman.
But a treat means just having a drink and sitting in a cafe outside.
Everyone puts together a square table and sits down to have a drink and snacks
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