Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"Sir, are you still arranging flowers today?"

Yuan Yuan's eyes followed Shen Rao's movement, "We have prepared enough vases this time, you can smash them to your heart's content!"

Shen Rao stopped and glared at her coldly, "Who wants to smash the vase? Are you crazy?"

Yuan Yuan: "..."

She silently made the number six.

Shen Rao was too lazy to pay attention to her. After being away from Qi Yan for a long time, his IQ had regained its high ground.

"The Elders Council just let me go like this? Who will be punished? Or did Qi Yan give them something?"

Yuan Yuan's eyes wandered a little: "Don't worry, they are all elders who love the young master and will not embarrass her."

Can Shen Rao believe this?

He doesn't believe in ghosts.

"No, I have to go find her."

After saying that, he was about to walk out, and Yuan Yuan quickly stopped him.

"Please be patient, please be patient. Even I don't know the young master's schedule. Where are you going to find him?"

Most itineraries are kept secret, and even if they are in Qishan, they are not fully accessible, not to mention that Qishan is so big.

Shen Rao gradually calmed down, remembered something, and rummaged through the drawers in the bedroom.

He found a mobile phone with the Qi family emblem printed on it. It had a thin body and was completely black.

The mobile phone is connected to the Qishan intranet and has dedicated communication software and a bunch of miscellaneous apps, which are said to be entertainment toys developed by the R&D department itself.

That day, Qi Yan told him: Let them make whatever game you want to play, and it will usually be online the next day.

The high efficiency shows the abnormal strength of that department.

Shen Rao had no interest in entertainment or the R&D department. He directly opened the communication software and started typing.

All the resentment turned into in the message box.

【I miss you. 】

·····Ten minutes passed.

——No reply.

Yuan Yuan stared at his increasingly gloomy face nervously, scratched his head and laughed: "Well, it seems that the young master doesn't read the news very much..."

Before he finished speaking, a message popped up in the dialog box: [+1]

Shen Rao: “…”

Yuan Yuan: "..."

The young master is quite fashionable.

At least it’s not a period. Shen Rao comforted himself and continued typing:

[I didn't see you when I woke up this morning. Why didn't you wake me up when you left? ]

This time it took a full fifteen minutes to get back.

【Sleep soundly.】

Does this mean that he was sleeping soundly and you couldn't bear to wake him up? Shen Rao's fingertips curled up and he pressed the Enter key.

【Where are you? 】

A video call invitation popped up directly from the other party.

Shen Rao was startled and almost dropped the phone. He clicked the call and the screen showed blue sky and white clouds, as well as Qi Yan's enlarged pretty face, along with deafening gunshots.

Shen Rao frowned: "What are you doing?"

The next second, Qi Yan in the camera bit off the fuse of the grenade and threw it to the opposite side neatly. He walked inside under the cover of the rumbling sound of the earth exploding. When the gunfire became quieter, he spit out the fuse and said.

"I am accompanying them in the exercise."

Shen Rao: “…”

"Are you listening?" Seeing the man with dull eyes in the picture, Qi Yan was puzzled, "Is it muted?"

Someone seemed to be calling her over there, and Qi Yan said to the person on the screen: "I have something else to do, wait for me to get back to you."

The screen jumped and the video was disconnected.

Yuan Yuan carefully assessed his expression and said, "Sir, don't worry. That's a daily routine in their camp. It just looks loud and it's safe."

Even if you are bombed or hit anywhere, there is the most advanced medical technology there and you will be back to life in a few days.

But she didn't dare say this.

No one knew what Shen Rao was thinking. He did not send any more messages to Qi Yan. He sat there alone in deep thought for a long time.

After hanging up the video, Qi Yan put the mobile phone into his pocket. The commander Feng Qiaoxi raised his head from the sand table and smiled teasingly.

"Your husband at home is calling? Why don't you answer the phone a little longer?"

She was wearing a slightly different formal suit, had fuzzy short hair, and was 1.88 meters tall, making her look like a tomboy.

She inherited her father's slightly softer and more handsome facial features, but her deep eyes were particularly sharp and intimidating, very much like her mother.

Qi Yan ignored her and adjusted the deployment on the other side. Feng Qiaoxi became interested, crossed his legs, swung the command pole, and urged.

"Speaking of which, my father has always wanted to have a chat with your girl. He feels that they will get along very well. Although I have never met your girl, it's useless to stay idle in your mansion. Why not play chess with my dad and play with birds?"

Recently, she has been assigned to garrison here and has not had many opportunities to return to her master's home. Only her father often comes to this camp to bring meals to her mother.

After a few visits, Feng Qiaoxi naturally knew a lot of gossip about the master's family.

Qi Yan snorted and laughed: "Uncle Qiao, don't lead him into the ditch."

If other people are very cunning, then Qiao Huaizhou is very cunning.

My heart was empty. I couldn't even react when he tricked the delicate flowers at home into selling them.

"Your idea is wrong. What my father said makes sense," Feng Qiaoxi shook his head and said seriously, "My father said that a man should stay at home to take care of his wife and children. Serving his wife is his duty."

"That's Uncle Qiao's twisted logic," Qi Yan clapped his hands and straightened his back, "Do you think Aunt Feng let him do that?"

"My dad said that it was because my mom was a good woman and that he was blessed and didn't have to suffer."

Feng Qiaoxi believed it without a doubt: "I also think my mother is a good woman. She obeys my father almost everything he says. My father is right. He is really blessed."

Qi Yan was helpless.

It is said that the head of the Qiao family is a black-hearted man who can even deceive his own daughter.

She changed the subject directly: "If we practice again according to this arrangement, the speed and success rate will increase."

Feng Qiaoxi looked at the electronic sand table that was synchronized in real time on the large screen, and his eyes lit up. The terrain situation that had been giving him a headache just now was solved.

"It's you, Miss. No wonder my mother loves you so much. Haha, if I were a man, she would marry me to you."

Qi Yan smiled and said, "I don't like you like this, don't think about it."

Not only is he unruly, but he lives a rougher life than her.

She likes sweet smells, is delicate, has a bad temper, and can be distressing...

Qi Yan's thoughts wandered away, and he pulled himself back. Seeing that Feng Qiaoxi's eyes were filled with even more mockery, he coughed lightly twice.

"Go on, Commander Feng is calling me."

"Wait," Feng Qiaoxi stopped her, "My mother asked me to find a chance to ask you if you would like to come to our house for dinner in a couple of days? It will also allow your family to recognize you."

Putting aside some things, they are still a family that grew up together. Qi Yan didn't want to care about it, and waved his hand without looking back: "I'll ask first."

"…It's only been a few days, and you're already a very strict husband before you even get married," Feng Qiaoxi said with a sigh, "It's even worse after you get married."

Thinking back to when her mother also reported her itinerary every day, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Marriage is so tiring, and men are so troublesome. It's more interesting to build a sand table."

Main account.

Qi Yan opened the curtains and saw Feng Yiren, who was sitting at the table with a serious expression, flipping through the report below. He looked up at her, waved his hand and said, "Come and sit down."

Feng Yiren walked over and handed her the thing in her hand: "Take a look."

After reading the whole thing at a glance, Qi Yan gradually frowned, turned the pages repeatedly to confirm until it was correct, looked at him, and said in a deep voice: "You mean..."

"That's right," Feng Yiren nodded, reached out to grab the teapot, washed the cup and poured tea, "It's just as you saw--"

She paused for a moment, then said with absolute certainty: "Qishan, a traitor has appeared."