His Private Sweetheart

As soon as she got out of the tent, Dongfang yingyue felt something in her chest, which made her breathe. In her mind, it was Ling Xiao's firm words. I like you, and he even confessed to her.

No, how can that be? What about Jinrou? Jinrou is still waiting for him to go back, waiting for him to get married. Dongfang yingyue shakes her head.

At this time, Liu Ming came, "princess, are we going back?"

"Go back!" Dongfang yingyue nodded.

In the tent, Ling Xiao also took a few deep breaths, but his eyes were firm, and there was no chagrin. He just breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the words buried in his heart came out.

It's just, is his premonition wrong? This woman didn't like herself as much as he thought. She said, they are just comrades in arms, not even friends?

But why did she come to him in a hurry just now and cry like that? Still mumbling that he won't die? Doesn't it care about one's performance?

Ling Xiao's heart is really in a mess. He doesn't know what to do with this woman.

After a while, the new war started. Ling Xiao had no spare time to think about this problem. He took his elite combat troops and set out to the most rampant territory of the mob.

Dongfang yingyue came back by car all the way. The broken houses and bridges she saw along the road made her sigh about the value of life and the fact that death was not far away. She was so close that she sometimes left the world before she could catch the most reluctant people.

If there are people who cherish it, in this case, we really have to seize the time and cherish it. Otherwise, no one can tell whether there is still a chance.

"Princess, what happened between you and the chief?" Liu Ming asked curiously, because just now Ling Xiao drove out all the people in the tent. He thought that Dongfang yingyue had been scolded.

Because when she came out, her eyes were still red.

Oriental Ying month turns to see to him, "have nothing."

"Don't take it to heart. Our chief sometimes has a bad temper, which is a little frightening. However, as a princess, he should not be able to treat you like that."

"Do you think he pulled me in and scolded me?" Dongfang yingyue smiles.

"Isn't it?" Liu Ming asked in amazement.

"Of course not..." Dongfang yingyue's pretty face is slightly red. It's not a curse, but a strong confession

Does this man need to be so resolute in everything?

Back at the resettlement site, there are new wounded. Dongfang yingyue plunges into it and devotes herself to dressing the wounded. Only when she has time and time, will she think about Ling Xiao before the war, whether he is safe, and whether he can retreat after every war.

And his sentence, I like you, has been spinning in my mind, for a long time not to leave.

In the afternoon, Liu Ming found her and told her a piece of good news. Ling Xiao's troops broke through an enemy line at the first time and caught a lot of thugs.

Dongfang yingyue also feels happy for him after listening. She thinks that this man is so powerful that others can't do it. He can do it.

In the afternoon of the next day, Ling Xiao's car drove back, because his army's energy was damaged by the two consecutive days of fighting. Now the national army took over, and they came back to rest.

Dongfang yingyue is dressing up the injured when she hears the sound of the car. She strides out and sees Ling Xiao jump out of the first car. The two people's eyes directly look at each other and bump into each other.

Dongfang yingyue looks at his deep eyes. She somehow avoids her face, and then pretends to look at the wound for the wounded. However, the wound has been wrapped up. Just now, she wrapped it up, and there is nothing good to see.

So, what she avoided was the man's eyes.

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes, and some lost color flowed at the bottom of his eyes. He didn't come forward to talk to her. His handsome face was full of fatigue, and his eyes were red. After two days and one night, he couldn't bear the iron man.

When Dongfang yingyue turns her head, she sees Ling Xiao's heavy steps into the leisure house. A touch of heartache passes through her heart, and she feels his happiness.

at this time, a soldier came up to look for her. "Princess highness, the head of the body was injured, can you go over to him to see it? He simply wrapped it up, and I was afraid it would be infected."

Dongfang yingyue is surprised. Is he hurt?

"Well, I'll be there now." Dongfang yingyue said, picked up her box, followed the soldiers to the building.

Ling Xiao's residence is on the third floor, and the soldiers bring her to the front, "the chief is inside."

"Well, I'll knock on the door myself. Go and have a rest." Dongfang yingyue said that the soldier was really tired. He nodded and left.

Dongfang yingyue reaches out her hand and knocks on the door. The sound insulation effect is not good. In the door comes the cold owl's low voice, "come in."

Dongfang yingyue takes a deep breath and pushes the door in. As soon as she enters the door, she is surprised. Ling Xiao is biting a piece of gauze with his teeth and bandaging his injured left arm. Dongfang yingyue goes over and says, "I'll come!""What are you doing here?" Ling Xiao asked.

"I heard from your soldiers that you were injured. I came up to see you." Dongfang yingyue finished, took his half bandaged wound, looked at him to clean up, she sighed, "I'll clean it for you again! You can easily get infected like this. "

"I'm not so delicate." Ling Xiao snorted slightly.

Dongfang yingyue looked at him speechless and said, "it's not this problem, but for your health." With that, she insisted on removing half of the gauze he had bandaged, and then bandaged him again. Looking at the nearly eight centimeter long wound, it seemed that she had been scratched by some sharp weapon, she couldn't help asking painfully, "how did it hurt?"

"Fight with a thug. He stabbed me. I'll kill him."

Dongfang yingyue's heart shrinks. She still can't accept this kind of killing.

Ling Xiao's eyes looked up at her deeply and complexly, "how? Do you love me? Or the thug? "

"I don't know." Dongfang yingyue said softly, "I'll pour some powder for you. It may hurt a little."

"For me, I'm immune to the pain. You can do whatever you want." Ling Xiao chuckles, but he has some evil spirits.

Oriental Ying month some speechless looking at him, but still very gentle to him sprinkle, and then, again bandage.

Ling Xiao silently by her bandage, just a pair of eyes, already involuntarily staring at her small face.