[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Yimulian's face was pale. He was surrounded by reporters, and he had never faced such a battle.

"Admiral Yimulian, may I ask if the news of your marriage to Marshal Huang is true? Why did you do this? Is there any ulterior secret? Is this matter involving the royal family and the military? Do the royal family and the military know about it? Woolen cloth?"

A reporter with a mischievous face casually handed over the recording pen, relying on Yimulian to look very gentle, even a little "weak", and would never reprimand himself in public, the recording pen in his hand almost poked him in the face: "Is it because of personal feelings, or because the degree of compatibility is too low? Is it Marshal Huang's opinion or your opinion? Please be sure to give the public an explanation!"

It was not easy to catch Yimulian at such a close range. The reporters didn't care about the "news silence". Seeing him was like seeing a large sum of money running around the street with bare legs, and immediately blocked the road.

Naturally, the Marshal's Mansion cannot be located in a place that is easy to find. This is a villa complex far away from the urban area, where only the rich and powerful usually live. sneaked in.

Yimulian just went out to take out the trash, and he never expected that the next day, the reporters were so excited that they almost started live broadcasting directly in front of the marshal's house!

He didn't know where the reporters got the news—it was an email, which was sent to several of the most famous news platforms in the empire, with the tone of a whistleblower.After chasing down the IP, I could only find an Internet agency company, and the person who sent this email had already fled to nowhere knowingly.

Yimulian's heart was in a mess, he set up his mental barrier more firmly, threw away the garbage bag and turned around and wanted to run.

It is said that the guide is smooth, and he is an exception.The reporters surrounded him and refused to let him go. His face turned pale, and it took him a while to say: "No comment." But it sounded like he was trying to cover up.It is impossible for the reporters to return without success, with the same goal to surround Yimulian from inside to outside.Yimulian's mind was filled with the reporters' ulterior motives. Although there was no malice in those words, they still gave him goosebumps.

He had no choice but to forcibly instill spiritual hints at the reporters, took advantage of them taking a step back as if sleepwalking, and ran as fast as he could, not daring to stop until he ran back to the courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion.

During Huang's disappearance, all the servants in the family were dismissed by him, otherwise he would not have been miserable enough to go out to take out the trash himself.

Yimulian closed the door panting, just in time for Huang to sit at the dining table, and the custard on the table had already been eaten.Huang's hands froze in mid-air, obviously just finished answering a phone call, with a solemn expression: "You know all about it."

The sentinel's five senses were excellent, and even the voice of the reporter's besieged voice reached Huang's ears at Yimu.He can even do three things at once, answering the phone while eating, anyway, he doesn't need to think about saving face for the person he is calling, because it is his secretary, Miss Yanyanluo, who is calling.

Yimu Lian gave a guilty "hmm" and took out his tablet to see how the online discussions had become - he only had time to make a pot of egg custard after waking up, and he didn't even look at those social platforms that he rarely paid attention to .

Huang took the tablet away from the table before him: "Don't worry about it, my secretary will take care of it."

Yimu felt empty, anxiously said: "You don't have to be like this..."

Huang is very persistent: "The silence of the news is a set rule, and those who violate it will naturally end up violating it. The royal family will send people to visit these two days, and they are the ones that need to be dealt with."

After finishing speaking, Huang walked out of the villa, the noisy reporters had been chased away by the guards, he got into the car, and picked up Yan Yanluo's phone again.

Yan Yanluo hesitated, for fear of offending his boss: "It's an order from the White Tower."

Huang started the car and waited idly for the oil to warm up. Hearing this, he became suspicious: "What does it have to do with the White Tower?"

"Admiral Yimulian... is a rare talent, and it is impossible to waste it." Yan Yanluo said tactfully.

"What's the meaning."

"Admiral, he...should be going to meet the new sentinel arranged by the White Tower."

Huang's foot slipped, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

This has to start from yesterday.

After the trip to Port Arthur Prison was cancelled, Arara received an order from the military to stand by.Although the key figures have been blown to pieces, there are still not a few accomplices who have been arrested.The military department detained all the people, and called a few guides to work overtime overnight to "extort confessions".Huang asked the exact time, and the military responded that the torture would end at noon the next day.

"Hey, it's still a big project." Huang sighed rather coolly, working for the army really has no human rights.

Yimulian smiled bitterly, that's how the military used the guide without human rights.Because the number of guides is scarce, once they are awakened and taken to the White Tower to register, they will belong to the country for a lifetime.First, you are forced to pair with a sentry you have never met without any explanation, and you have confessed your life, and then you are assigned to a cruel department—such as the secret service department and the investigation department, so that you can face the darkest side of the military , to squeeze your talents to the maximum, and in the end you have to be scolded by ordinary people all over the world for manipulating and capturing people's hearts.

Compared to the marriages of other guides, Yimulian felt that he was very lucky.

With the order from the military department, Huang can leave work with peace of mind.He asked the driver to park the truck in the military garage, and drove the Rolls Royce home that hadn't been touched for half a year.

Yimulian tried his best to stop it, but it didn't work, Huang was very stubborn, as long as Yimulian didn't impose mental hints without authorization, nothing could shake Huang's decision.

As soon as he got home, Huang immediately understood the reason why Yimulian prevented him from going home, which he didn't understand all the way.

"That's what you call 'okay'?"

Huang was furious, as if he wanted to ask the teacher for his crime.

It's not because he has a bad temper, who wants to see a wreath in the living room after returning home after half a year?A series of elegiac couplets were still hung on the wreaths, carefully and neatly placed, not to mention how gloomy it was at a glance.After seeing clearly that the name on it was his own, Huang couldn't help being agitated, gnashing his teeth to ask what happened.

Yimulian sensed the restrained irritability of the sentinel, and raised his hand in a gesture of surrender: "They sent too many, there is no place to put them in the cemetery."

Huang stopped in surprise: "The cemetery?"

He turned his head to look at Yimulian, who reflected himself in Yimulian's pupils, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Yimulian handed over a mobile phone with a few screenshots on it. The content was a post on an online forum where people all over the country mourned Marshal Huang. Moved.

Huang read a sentence or two aloud emotionally, thinking it was quite funny, but he soon discovered that Yimulian's expression was not good.

It's shameful to say it, but Sentry's five senses are too strong.As long as he stood there, the sound of breathing, saliva swallowing, and even the sound of heartbeat were all close to his ears.What's more, it was his guide, every move was magnified several times.He could clearly perceive Yimulian's downturn. From the reunion to the present, this state has been up and down dozens of times.

Now that Huang is sure, Yimulian really hasn't received his letter.

He couldn't believe it: "I'm dead?"

Yimu nodded, then shook his head again.

The first thing he thought of was to make a good argument for the person who reported the false news, preferably a sentry, so that he could drag the other party out and beat him up in the name of a duel.He even said he was dead!Is he such an easy person to die? !

But soon there was sadness in his eyes again.Huang calmed down, he was not good at communication, and couldn't figure out whether he should start with an apology.But how could the sentinel's hesitant mood guide not understand it?Compared with where he went and what he did, Yimulian actually wants to know what Huang has been like in the past six months, whether there is a guide to help him complete the sentinel's regular mental assistance and sensory cleansing, and he can't just rely on drugs like before marriage.After thinking about it again and again at Yimu, he felt a bit nasty, so he didn't ask any more.

Huang said in embarrassment: "You... believe it?"

No wonder he saw panic and bewilderment in Yimulian's eyes through the sniper eyepiece, and thought that Yimulian had done something bad to fear being discovered by him, but it turned out that he was frightened by his "fraudulent corpse".

Yimulian did not answer directly: "It was the news announced by the royal family." In other words, why not believe it?

Huang frowned, the royal family didn't need to hide it, could it be that the military made a private decision and didn't inform the royal family?

What is the reason for deliberately doing this?

"What did they... say?"

"Marshal Huang unfortunately died in a cabinet rebellion. The marshal's guide, Admiral Yimulian, presided over the funeral and funeral." Yimulian's voice trembled again and again, but he couldn't calm down.He made a mental suggestion to himself, and the voice in his head was desperately saying to himself: It's over, it's over, all this is just a misunderstanding, your sentinel is not dead.He suddenly remembered those reports, his shoulders trembled, and he thought that those things must not be discovered.

He didn't want those reports with too many personal emotions to affect Huang, and he didn't want to expose himself.

Huang touched his chin: "If I don't come back, you don't plan to tell me, do you?"

Huang suddenly strode towards him, Yimulian took a few steps back unconsciously, and finally fell down on the dining chair.The pheromone smell of the sentinel's sudden approach quickly calmed his uneasiness, but he couldn't help but want to avoid close contact with Huang on occasions other than spiritual connection.

Yimu swallowed his saliva, and hit Jin Longlong's belly with his back.

Huang didn't even look at the spiritual guide: "You have something to hide from me." This time Huang trusted his intuition.

Yimulian was forced to the back of the chair, unable to retreat, he could only be forced to look directly into Huang's eyes: "No, don't think too much about it."

Huang obviously didn't believe this, he smiled meaningfully, and scratched the diamond ring on the ring finger of Yimulian's right hand with his fingers.Yimu took a deep breath and trembled violently, his flustered expression was like a lost deer, bumping around but unable to find a way out.

"Don't overstep the rules, you can see the general at once." He whispered, like a whisper between lovers.

Yimulian was like waking up from a dream, pushed open the wasteland in a daze, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

Huang looked at the figure disappearing on the winding stairs, and made a call.

Yan Yanluo was not surprised at all when he received the call to work overtime, he was very calm: "Marshal, what's the matter?"

"Help me find out who the general is going to meet at the banquet today."

tbc

This incident tells us that we must speak clearly, otherwise the other party may not really think that you are flirting with him...

* At this time, Lianlian's eyesight is still normal