The heroine robs the marriage? The Beijing circle big man follows the army to the island

Jian Yue slowly fell silent. The feeling of seasickness became more and more severe, and her face turned pale.

Jiang Zeyuan looked at her distressed appearance and was extremely worried. "Wife, how are you? Are you feeling particularly uncomfortable?"

Jian Yue didn't want to talk and just kept waving her hands, but even her strength in waving seemed weak.

She simply buried her head even lower, not wanting others to see her in such a miserable state.

Damn it, I definitely wasn’t seasick in my previous life.

The original body's physique is too poor!

Maybe I should find some medicine to improve my physical condition.

Jiang Zeyuan frowned and patted her back gently, trying to make her feel more comfortable. "Wife, how about leaning on me and resting for a while?"

Jian Yue shook her head weakly, her stomach churning.

His brows were tightly furrowed and his lips were a little pale.

Jiang Zeyuan became more and more anxious, looking around, hoping to reach the shore soon.

Zhong Guodong watched from the side, feeling anxious for her, his face full of worry.

The boat continued to bump in the waves. Jian Yue's brows were tightly knitted together, and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

He clutched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands and his body was trembling slightly.

Jiang Zeyuan was distressed and kept muttering, "Wife, hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon."

Finally, the boat slowly approached the shore.

Jiang Zeyuan asked Zhong Guodong to help carry the luggage.

Then he helped Jian Yue up and took her off the boat carefully.

As soon as Jian Yue got off the boat, she could no longer suppress the surging feeling of nausea.

He grabbed the chains of the dock like a madman, his body shaking violently and vomiting violently.

This scene directly scared Jiang Zeyuan.

He rushed over with a look of fear on his face.

He held onto Jian Yue's arms tightly with both hands, his fingers turning white at the joints due to excessive force, and he kept shouting, "Wife, wife, go slower, don't fall!"

Jian Yue vomited so hard that she felt dizzy.

Tears flowed out of her eyes and her throat made a gulping sound. She had no time to answer Jiang Zeyuan's words.

Jiang Zeyuan patted her back gently, his brows furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhong Guodong was also very distressed and kept rubbing his hands.

After vomiting for a while, Jian Yue finally recovered.

He stood up, and it was as if all his strength had been drained away from him. His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

Jiang Zeyuan quickly handed over the kettle, his voice full of concern, "Wife, rinse your mouth."

Jian Yue took the kettle, rinsed her mouth, and said weakly, "I'm fine, let's go."

The voice was so weak that it seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Jiang Zeyuan looked at her worriedly, his eyes full of heartache, "Are you really okay? Why don't we take a rest first."

Jian Yue shook her head and forced a smile, "No, don't waste time."

Jiang Zeyuan had no choice but to support her and walk slowly forward.

He held Jian Yue's waist tightly with his arms, fearing that she would fall to the ground if she lost her balance.

Along the way, Jian Yue's steps were light and it felt like she was stepping on cotton with every step.

Jiang Zeyuan almost half-carried her as he walked.

Zhong Guodong followed silently behind, helping to carry the luggage, his face full of worry.

Jian Yue raised her head, looking a little tired, "How are we going to get to the military compound next?"

Jiang Zeyuan frowned and said, "I'm going to take the bus."

When she heard about having to take the bus, Jian Yue pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, she nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

Jiang Zeyuan keenly caught the subtle disappointment on her face and paused involuntarily.

His eyes flickered and he pondered for a while.

Then he gently helped her to a stone bench in a nearby square.

And he sincerely told Zhong Guodong, "Brother, please help me take care of my wife for a while, I will be back soon."

Zhong Guodong was stunned at first, then nodded quickly in agreement.

Jian Yue leaned weakly on the stone chair, looking powerless and saying nothing.

He turned his head to look at Zhong Guodong and said generously: "Comrade Zhong Guodong, please sit down."

Privately, I always feel it's weird to call this person "brother" and I don't really want to call him that.

Zhong Guodong sat stiffly at the other end, leaving a large gap in the middle.

After a while, Jian Yue felt that her body had recovered some strength, so she started chatting with Zhong Guodong.

After saying a few meaningless words, the two remained silent for a while.

Jian Yue looked into the distance with a somewhat empty look in her eyes.

I was silently thinking about what life would be like after arriving at the military compound.

At this time, Jiang Zeyuan ran back in a hurry, his forehead was covered with sweat, but his face was filled with a bright smile.

"Wife, let's not take the bus. I've borrowed a sidecar that can take us there directly." Jiang Zeyuan said excitedly while panting.

Jian Yue's eyes lit up, and her originally dull look instantly became bright, with a look of surprise on her face, "Really? That's great!"

It's not that she's being pretentious, but she's just too weak right now.

I might vomit again while sitting on the bus.

Seeing this, Zhong Guodong tactfully suggested, "It just so happens that we are not going the same way, so I will go take the bus by myself."

He stuffed the luggage back to Jiang Zeyuan and trotted away.

Jiang Zeyuan did not try to persuade her to stay. He turned to look at Jian Yue with tenderness in his eyes, "Wife, let's go."

Jian Yue responded softly, then stood up and left.

They came to a fairly new sidecar (a three-wheeled motorcycle).

"Wife, let me introduce you. This is my comrade-in-arms Liang Jianjun, now working as a public security officer in Zhan City." Jiang Zeyuan introduced with a smile.

Jian Yue smiled politely and nodded to Liang Jianjun, "Hello, Public Security Liang. Sorry to bother you."

Liang Jianjun smiled cheerfully, "You're welcome. If you need any help in the future, just let me know."

After saying that, Jiang Zeyuan carefully tied the luggage in the car.

Then he helped Jian Yue to the seat on the right, and sat behind Liang Jianjun himself.

After Jiang Zeyuan sat firmly, he shouted to Liang Jianjun, "Jianjun, let's go!"

As the engine roared, the three-wheeled vehicle rushed forward.

Jian Yue's heart skipped a beat.

I tensed up instantly, my hands gripping the edge of my seat.

The wind was whistling in her ears, and Jian Yue's hair was blown all over the place in an instant.

She really looked like a mad woman, with her face being whipped by her hair.

Jiang Zeyuan looked at her like this and couldn't help but move the corners of his lips.

This girl is still pretty even if her hair is blown into a crazy style!

The three-wheeled vehicle sped along the bumpy road, raising a cloud of dust.

After a while, Jian Yue gradually adapted to the speed of the car and her nervous mood slowly relaxed.

Finally, the three-wheeled vehicle slowly stopped in front of the gate of the military compound.