You are the sweet that I can't hide

Chapter 1334 Not His Order, Who Else? 4
Walking to the co-pilot's door, she immediately saw the towering figure on the driver's seat like a mountain.

It really is that man.

"Come on, Mr. General..." She took a deep breath.

After leaving the barracks a few days ago, to be honest, she thought that she would have little chance to meet him face to face.

At the same time, the car door was slammed shut by Yu Junhuai.

The small space made her even more uncomfortable.

Fu Nanting's eyes fell on her, and although his voice had an indelible prestige, he tried his best to be as gentle as possible, as if he knew that she had just been shocked: "Privately, you can call me the third master."

She gathered herself together, and then raised her forehead: "Adjutant Yu and the others have been following us for the past few days, are they protecting us?"

He didn't speak, but his expression was unquestionable affirmation.

She took a breath, and spoke again after a while: "...is it your order?"

After finishing speaking, I also know that this is not nonsense.

Not his order, who else?
He stared at her face and said nothing.

She was a little stiff when he saw her, and she didn't dare to move, breaking this quiet atmosphere that made people sweat profusely:

"Why would the third master send someone to protect us?"

He didn't take his eyes off her, and a magnetic and calm voice sounded in the car: "I said that it is our duty to protect our compatriots. You are personnel stationed abroad, and you should receive special protection."

This answer seems to be official enough, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After thinking about it, Shu Ge seemed to have nothing to doubt. He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, I didn't expect you..."

She thought that she and Le Weitian would be hated by this man for letting Naicao take risks.

Even if he was magnanimous and didn't bear any grudges against himself, he wouldn't take such good care of himself, would he?

Unexpectedly, maybe it was my villainous heart.

He knew what she didn't dare to say, so he asked lightly, "Do you think I'm so stingy?"

"...Of course not," she smiled obsequiously, and when she got nervous, she habitually raised her hand to brush the hair on her forehead behind her ears.

His wandering eyes stopped on her raised wrist, and his originally calm face suddenly changed.

Before she could recover, her wrist was firmly grasped by his strong knuckles like pliers, and she pulled it away.

His eyes stopped coldly on her wrist, where was the mark of being scratched by that older female refugee just now.

It was okay just now, nothing could be seen, but after a while, bruises emerged.

In fact, it wasn't serious, her skin was too fair and thin, and sometimes she would get bruised if she accidentally bumped into the corner of the table.

But at this moment, his eyes looked as if his wrist had been broken.

It took a long time before he realized it, and subconsciously pulled out his hand.

Only now did he sink his eyes, and his tone was a bit unpleasant: "Didn't Yu Junhuai say that you were not injured?"

"It's not hurt..." Shu Ge glanced at his wrist, a little confused, and he didn't know why he suddenly lost his temper, "It's just a small collision."

He stared at her and said quietly: "A foreign reporter in Curry accidentally sprained his foot during an interview, and died a day later."

The implication is, don't look down on small injuries, even the smallest injuries can be fatal.

Shu Ge was stunned, you must be scaring the children.

Sprain your foot and die?Still dying so fast?
Taking a breath, he asked curiously, "How did he die? Is it because the wound was inflamed and festered, causing some sudden illness? Or a bacterial infection?"

(End of this chapter)