[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

At that time, my heart throbbed.

He finally opened his eyes, and his eyes were bright.

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Marshal Huang's daily life

06:00-06:15AM

The genius is bright, if it is winter, it will probably still be dark at this time, and at this time Marshal Huang, who is away on a lot of business, has to wear a hairy hair and get up to the rich classical music alarm.

Admiral Yimulian wanted to remind many times that in fact, there is no need to be so sentimental. It is enough to be energetic and passionate, to slap people's brains with a slap, such as "The Mass"... Even if he really wanted to play heavy metal rock music, he would definitely not say anything— — But his Mr. Sentinel is very concerned about face, and he has to be strict when he is killed in front of the target, even though this will cause the marshal himself to look half asleep when he wakes up, as if he wants to kill someone.

What is certain is that if any desperate subordinate calls at this time, the unlucky person will receive an email of dismissal within an hour.

As for why it is 0-15 points, it depends on the mood of the marshal the day before.

If you're in a bad mood, you'll jump up without saying a word. If you're in a good mood, you might just wrap your arms around the general's waist like a giant pillow and stay in bed for a few more minutes.

※Remarks from the Lieutenant General: If it is not important, please contact Marshal Huang after 6:30.

06: 30AM

After 15 minutes of showering at light speed, the next half hour can be hectic.

Blow-dry your hair, decide whether to braid it according to your mood, use a curling iron and a styling spray to style it well, and after finishing these routine steps that can’t be missed without threatening to kill with a gun, Marshal Huang will turn his head back to the bedroom, with no intentions. Shouting heartlessly, "The sun is drying his ass, Admiral", while taking out the clothes needed for that day's occasion from the closet, and then digging out Yimulian's set, and throwing them on the bed.

Whether it will be thrown directly on the face of the general, it depends on luck.

Yimulian usually does not stay in bed and will wake up soon. If there is still time, he will lie quietly on the bed and stare at the amber ceiling for a while. This seems to be a habit he developed when he lived alone. Afterwards, he would hear the movement of the second person in the space, and then turn his head to look at the back of Huang who was buttoning buttons and wearing a tie facing the mirror, and waited until Huang asked loudly, "Why, haven't you seen enough? Is it really a mirror?" It’s a reflection.” Then he got up and pretended nothing happened.

6: 59AM

Before going downstairs to have breakfast, Marshal Huang would stop at the bottom of a step and cough twice, proudly raising his chin slightly.

Yimulian smiled knowingly.

Then they would exchange a kiss, a clean kiss without lust.

"Good morning."

7: 00AM

The freeze on the funds of the Marshal's Mansion was finally lifted not long ago, and servants were added to the villa again.

In the morning, the servants would make breakfast in advance, generally speaking, it was the one that the nobles liked, meat dishes that were not enough to fill them up, a piece of toast with butter, and black coffee that was so damn bitter.

Unlike Yimulian, who was born in a noble family, Huang was not used to it at first, and couldn't eat like Yimulian without changing his face, so he could only twitch the corner of his mouth and sit at the dining table to continue to suffer from low pressure.

Not to mention the problem of insufficient energy...

How can a snail be eaten, how can it be eaten! ! !

※Remarks from the Admiral: ...Actually, I also feel that it is so-so, you can tell me.

7: 30AM

The driver was waiting at the door on time, and what was in the car was the recording of the morning news broadcast at [-]:[-] a.m. that was broadcast half an hour ago.

Yimulian followed Huang and sat in the back seat, wondering in his heart: I can't finish listening during breakfast time, and I have to ask the driver to help record it and see if I'm full...

Marshal Huang closed his eyes and rested, it was hard to tell if he was still waking up and trying to catch up on sleep.

However, the other end of the spiritual connection was in a calm mood, and after a long thought, he knocked on the back of the driver's seat and signaled the other party to mute the news.

"...how can I listen to you when you turn it to mute?"

Yimulian turned his head abruptly: "I thought you were asleep..."

Huang Qi smiled: "I just woke up and went back to sleep, you are itchy and think I'm so weak? Huh? Didn't last night..."

Yimulian covered his mouth, this new car didn't separate the front seat from the back seat, and didn't show his loving thoughts in front of the driver, he heard Huang say through the spiritual connection:

——Aren’t you stupid, how hard is it to take two people’s world time to see business?

—…You didn’t say that last year.

9: 00AM

The new home is the one gifted by the lord of Arakawa. It is located on the west side of the southern district. Although it is in the southern district with the military headquarters, there is still some distance. It takes at least an hour to drive.

The time to arrive at the military headquarters is usually nine o'clock sharp. At this time, people in other positions have already been in place and put into work. They can be credited for being late. However, as a marshal, no one will specialize in settling accounts after autumn. At most, it is acceptable. Complaints of certain generals.

Yan Yanluo stood aggressively at the door, and said proudly, "Oh, the Marshal is in good spirits? I have slept so far, I really don't have the heart to share weal and woe with the people..."

Huang just wanted to tell her to fart: "Are you a public?"

Yan Yanluo replied: "I really want to nod, but considering that I am a military member, I can only say no, it's a pity."

Huang nodded, bypassing her and unlocking the door with his iris: "Then you can leave after reporting the public sentiment."

Yimulian followed behind him, but did not enter the door in a hurry, seeing that Yan Yanluo was waiting for the door because of business, he smiled helplessly at Admiral Yan Yanluo, stretched out his spiritual tentacles to comfort her The part that was jumping up and down emotionally nodded in the dissatisfied urging voice, asking her to go in first.

Yan Yan had mixed feelings, thinking that this is really a flower stuck in cow dung, angrily stepped on ordinary thick-soled military boots into 13cm high-heeled shoes, and rushed in the door imposingly, this time no longer blindly beeping, and directly confessed to himself intention of coming.

The empire has recently been worrying about the garrison of the border cities. It has a criminal record. All cities bordering the Federation must be guarded by garrisons.This plan was jointly adopted by the top military officials, not only to prevent the Federation from being harassed again, but also to prevent some radical pacifists from creating some moths for parade revolution.

In the end, it was the Sakura Demon's speech that resonated with people all over the country. Even though the truce has been announced, there are still many people who desire the war to continue.

The United States is about to send envoys to sign important treaties. At this time, the content of the entire empire cannot be changed in the slightest.

When Yan Yanluo left, Yimulian was manipulating the terminal to sort out the reports submitted by various departments, and belatedly realized that he was being kicked by someone.

Guessing that it was because I calmed down the emotions of other sentries without authorization just now, the possessiveness of the sentry was violated again. Looking back at Shang Huang's kind eyes, without saying a word, the mental tentacles groped up, groping the other party's dissatisfied emotions. Stuffed in the cradle, and then pretended nothing happened: "The material will be ready soon, wait a little longer."

Huang stared at him, and didn't say much: "This is not a wartime, so how can there be so much news?"

Yimulian looked down: "Information Section and... Secret Service Section."

During the period of reconciling old accounts, these two places are the busiest. When it comes to political issues, everything has to be reported.

Huang said, "Oh."

Yimulian immersed himself in his work again, pretending not to notice the large number of eyes from Marshal who expresses "so much shit".

※ Even the General Remarks:.

10: 00AM

Not fighting means that most military attaches in the military have to sit on the bench of civilians, and the marshal himself is no exception.The so-called emperor governs the country with one mouth, and the marshal may only need one look to command the three armies.

Although Yimulian is dedicated enough, he will always feel bored if he does too much clerical work. If he sees a bright icon in the WeChat group when he is free, he will not deliberately put it to read it after get off work.

Taotao~: What day is it today!How to do marriage and emotional counseling? There are so many people!

Sakura Demon: Busy?Half of the outposts are sitting on the bench, why don't I ask for leave to find you?

Taotao~: no QAQ

Sakura Demon: What's wrong?That bastard came to pester you again last time?Why is he so thick-skinned?Didn't you tell him you have a date?

Taotao~: ...No, I want to say, Ying Ying, if you ask for leave again, your wages will be deducted, and you can only pay me back next month. If you are deducted again, we can only eat instant noodles this month!

Cherry Blossom Demon: ...

Yimulian: ...

"cough!"

Yimulian suddenly looked away from the screen, thinking that the just marshal Huang would forcefully condemn his behavior of fishing, but only saw Huang knocking on the table and saying, "Have a cup of coffee."

He hastily turned off the light screen, got up to work on the coffee machine, carefully calculated the amount of sugar and his partner as always, soaked it in cold water and waited until it was slightly less hot before handing it over.

Huang took the cup from his hand, took a sip, and frowned.

Yimulian also noticed the abnormality: "Too sweet?"

Huang put the cup on the table: "You will know after you taste it."

Although Yimulian thought that there was no problem with the amount he put in, he could not rule out that the taste of Huang had changed, so he picked up the cup and took a sip without doubting him.

The coffee also has a bit of bitterness, which is just right, just the taste that Huang recently likes.

"Is there a problem?" He didn't understand.

"Maybe I made a mistake." Huang took back the coffee cup and took another sip at the place he just touched, "It's okay, you can go back to work."

Yimulian: "..."

Why is this guy getting more and more boring?

※Remarks from the Admiral: The taste has not changed.

11: 45AM

Marshal privilege 15, leaving get off work [-] minutes later than ordinary people.

Marshal's privilege [-], among a group of people who can't go home at noon and can only eat in the cafeteria in misery, the chef will specially prepare a special lunch according to the marshal's request.

Oh, it used to be one, now it's two.

However, there is no marshal privilege three "you can eat in your own office", which means that Huang and Yimulian still have to go to the cafeteria to report, passing through the first floor to eat in a small box on the second floor.

Occasionally, they would meet people they didn't usually see when they passed the first floor.

For example, Admiral Gu Huo Niao.

Admiral Gu Huo Niao will soon be dispatched to the border as the Presidential Marshal of the garrison. She is not young, and because she has not found a suitable combination with a guide, perhaps "retirement" is more suitable for her. Anyway, she has served for more than a certain number of years. With the title of general "pension" can also receive a considerable amount of military pay... But she has not done so, and is still running up and down the country.

When she saw Yimulian and Huang, it was like seeing her own son. She would come up to them and ask them in the tone of an old mother: "How are you doing recently? If you have any small conflicts, you can talk to me...you young people, Keep your eyes on the long-term, don't worry about the trivial matters of the people you live with, and if you worry about it, don't hide it from the other party... What's wrong with you, General, you don't look very good?"

Yimulian's smile almost froze: "It's okay, thank you General for your concern."

Unexpectedly, the people around her didn't intend to speed up their pace and avoid her verbosity at all.

— instead stopped and said, "We will."

Yimulian watched Huang chatting with Guhuo Niao with a friendly face, and managed to control himself not to show the expression of hell.

.............................................

Whether there is an object is really much different.

※Remarks from Marshal Huang: Do you have an opinion?

12: 30PM

There is a bench in the Marshal's office.

Sometimes Yimulian is not in a good state of mind, and will lie on the bench for a while before the end of the lunch break.

When he woke up, he would find himself covered with a coat.

Under the refraction of the sun, the epaulettes on the shoulders are still shining with golden light, shining brightly.

1: 50PM

10 minutes before the end of the lunch break, Huang will wake Yimoren up.

Then take a lingering kiss.

Don't ask why it's 10 minutes.

1: 55PM

Afternoon is the time to come.

Sometimes Yan Yanluo didn't do it on purpose. After all, she had served as Huang's secretary before. Once something happened in the department that needed to be reported, if she couldn't explain it clearly in the communication, she was basically the one who would go there in person.

But she did open the door without knocking on purpose.

"marshal!"

She rushed in with a stack of documents.

Then he was picked up and thrown back out the door, and the door was kicked shut with a deafening sound.

"roll!"

※Remarks from the admiral: ...Don't go to work early if you don't have important matters?

2: 00PM

This time there was more than one person standing at the door.

Yanyanluo and Yasha had complex expressions, and the two single dogs looked in as if they were going to kill someone.

Marshal Huang looked solemn: "Tell me what's the matter?"

Yanyan is polite: "Mr. Yasha, you go first."

Yasha is polite: "Miss Yanyanluo, you go first."

Huang interrupted their embarrassing nonsense: "You better be busy, otherwise you don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Yasha was overjoyed: "It's great, I want to retire a long time ago, let me go, there are still many fresh bodies waiting for me in the military academy..."

Yimulian: "..."

Is this some kind of real hammer?

Huang Ai smiled peacefully: "Understood, the service period will be extended for five years."

Yasha pondered for two seconds and said, "Let me think about it, it's not easy to make up some shit now."

Huang: "Go away."

3: 00PM

After driving away Yasha and Yanyanluo, the office will soon be patronized by some miscellaneous people.

Sometimes a small meeting is held in the office. More than a dozen generals and lieutenants gather together to discuss a conclusion. The final result is usually sorted out by General Ichimokuren. If it is submitted to the cabinet, the emperor will personally check it. If it is an internal arrangement of the military department, he will pass it directly after sorting it out.

Small meetings are often not peaceful.

Although Ichimulian's family supports the conservative faction, Huang was supported by the radical faction, they will not support the decision of either faction without any reason. So far, the two factions are still fighting fiercely, and even a garrison issue can quarrel. They can't be handed over, making the office a mess, and the spiritual guide is flying all over the place.

Yimulian sat on the sidelines to record, and before he stopped writing, a big white goose jumped in front of him: "..."

Huang didn't say a word, just listened to other people's words, and was extremely calm on the surface.

Only Yimulian knew that the righteous Marshal Huang was very irritable at this moment, and wanted to throw the table and beat the gang of mobs out of the office one by one.

※Remarks from the Admiral: Being a leader is really not easy.

4: 00PM

The afternoon is different from the morning. In the morning, I will relax a little after I finish my work. In the afternoon, I will only get busier.

The people who visit change every day, and there may even be some completely unexpected people.

The little girl who used to drive them all over the imperial capital can knock on the door and visit, distraught, more like coquettish than reporting: "Marshal Marshal, they are going to repaint my little green car into black woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , but I like green! Can I not change the color!"

Yimulian's pen almost broke.

Huang obviously still remembered her, at least he helped them once: "Your name is Haitu, right?"

The mountain rabbit gritted its teeth: "It's the mountain rabbit! The rabbit!"

"...It's not important," Huang said without changing his face, "what's going on?"

Shantu was so sad that she shed tears: "Red is popular now, and I started to resist all kinds of green. It is said that it is unlucky. Even if the parade does not use the small green car, I want to paint the car black and equip it for others to drive... ..."

Huang still didn't change his face: "Then?"

"Of, then, only this car has been modified by Tutu, and only this car can be reached by my feet!"

"Then?"

"Of, then... I have feelings for this car! It's so green, I want to keep driving it..."

"Are you an adult?"

"...Can you not change it to black, even if it is allocated to others, can it be green?"

Huang and Yimu even looked at each other from a distance, feeling quite helpless—this green car was allocated as a public bus for others, it was outrageous, children are still too naive.

Marshal Huang looked coldly at the short little girl with rabbit ears holding her head in her arms, and sighed, "Who are you, sir?"

Shantu's tears stopped immediately: "It's the puppet master sister and the puppet master brother!"

Huang asked in surprise, "She's not a hacker, why is she still in charge of traffic?"

When they were still in the Federation, in order to invade the apartment of the enemy general Bianhua, they also asked the brother and sister for help. The brother and sister who were born in the counterintelligence department did not disappoint them.

"My brother is in charge of hackers, and my sister is also part-time in charge of minors in the army—"

Shantu rolled his eyes, and was about to cry again at any moment, "Tutu wants to drive a small green car! I have a driver's license!"

Taking a quick look at Huang's look of being embarrassed in front of the little girl, he immediately felt it was funny, Huang's attitude was actually quite obvious, he didn't look like he would refuse, it's nothing to return the little girl's favor for such a trivial matter, but he was going around , He insisted on pretending to be very dignified, and now he is probably thinking about how to agree to be more forceful.

He took the initiative to walk down the steps to Huang: "Don't worry, I will talk to the puppet master lieutenant general."

Shantu immediately beamed with joy, jumped over and shouted: "Tutu knows Lianlian is the best!"

The corner of Marshal's mouth twitched: "Who is your name?"

Shantu pretended not to hear, hugged Yimulian vigorously, and hurriedly slipped out before Marshal Huang got mad.

※Remarks from Marshal Huang: This person will be blacklisted in the future.

※Remarks from the admiral: It's just a child...

※ Marshal Huang remarked: So what?

5: 30PM

Marshal privilege three, (if not busy) can leave work early.

In the empire, it was dawn and night, and it was getting dark early. It was after five o'clock when the sun went down, especially as a coastal city, no matter whether it was summer or winter, it was windy at this point.

Huang turned out the marshal's big cloak, hesitated for a while, and covered Yimulian with it.

Yimulian struggled hard: "This is the marshal's cloak, it doesn't fit me well..."

Huang held him down: "No idiot will say you are not."

This is not the point!

Yimulian still wanted to take off the cloak, but he couldn't beat the sentinel in terms of strength, so he had to reason: "You may not feel it in the house, but it will be cold when you go out... The sentinel is very afraid of the cold, don't worry about it." Fight with me."

"You're getting fatter and fatter? You're told to wear whatever you want, so much nonsense."

"..."

If two people fight, no one can beat the other, so the outcome is directly determined by the difference in strength.

As a result, when I sat in the car, I got into the back seat of the car with white breath, nodded politely to the driver, turned around and saw his sentry standing shivering in the cold wind, noticed his sight, and twitched the corner of his mouth Seriously: "Look at what?"

Yimulian: "...nothing."

Do you think it's poisonous to save face?

※Remarks from the Admiral: You must bring an extra coat when you go out.

5: 45PM

On the way back, in order to relieve stress, the driver would often play some soothing songs, such as "Take Me Home". It turned out that the Marshal had a good impression of this song, and his tense expression returned to normal after a short while.

After a while, Huang's communicator suddenly rang.

Now that things have happened, Huang will no longer blame some short-sighted person who is looking for trouble just after get off work - he is used to it, a group of people just like to trouble him when they have nothing to do, and the more they get off work, the more they like it.

However, the caller was not some "short-sighted" subordinate.

A sweet female voice sounded: "Hello! This is the after-sales department of the Baita Matchmaking Agency! In short, it is a follow-up survey on marital happiness, anonymous communication, and voice calls will not be recorded. Hello sentinel, may I bother you?" Minutes?"

"..." This familiar opening made Linghuang think of the girl with a backpack and a red face, "Hello."

"The records show that we called you last year, and since we did not record your answers, I would like to ask if your marital status has improved during this year? Has the White Tower helped you?"

Jiaotu's voice is recognizable, and in a sense it is also a great benefactor to them. Even if Huang is in an extremely bad mood, he will not hang up the phone, let alone in a really good mood now.

He said, "Yeah, you're doing really well."

Jiaotu was taken aback: "Me? Was I responsible for helping you at that time?"

"Yes, you don't want to conduct a satisfaction survey? I can give you full marks."

"...Actually, there is! A function that just came out this year! There will be a reminder after the call, if you don't bother, you can give me a score," Jiaotu obviously didn't think of him, she has too many sentinel guides to contact every day Yes, some of them seem to be in harmony with each other in the same bed, and some of them live together forever, and what she has to do is to help the former as much as possible, "But before that... If you were asked to rate your marriage satisfaction, from 0 to 10, would you How many points do you choose?"

"9 points."

"Why is there 1 point less?"

"I'm afraid he will be proud."

Huang glanced at Yimulian pointedly, Yimulian could clearly hear the voice in the voice, his skin was so thin that he blushed when he heard this.

7: 00PM

After returning home, if there is no more schedule for the evening, the servant will prepare a candlelight dinner for the two masters to enjoy at any time.

A steak, a pasta, a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, a bowl of mixed salad, and add something else depending on the mood——

And a glass of red wine.

...it was like this at first.

Later, Huang was often called out by the phone just before the chairs were warmed up, and the candlelight dinner was only once a week. After all, a candlelight dinner for one person is obviously not a good sign, even if Yimulian doesn’t know how to comment. Huang himself was also very unhappy.

As a result, this good habit has not changed after I have been idle recently.

The home-cooked food is eaten casually, and dinner, which should be the most exquisite, has become the most casual. There is also a news broadcast on the side. At eight o'clock, the dog blood TV series was eating.

"How can these domineering presidents be so good? Are these women not angry when they are forced like this?"

"..."

"There is still this kind of operation, can you really do whatever you want with money?"

"..."

"Is this really the TV series with the highest ratings this year? What kind of gods are you watching, can you keep watching?"

"..."

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, he was obviously the one who started watching TV, but the result was so unbelievable.

What went wrong?

By the way, if there is another Hollywood blockbuster, Yimulian will basically watch it at this time if he wants to watch it.

9: 30PM

Time for fitness.

Yimulian's plan for himself today is 80% of Marshal Huang's training.

Yesterday it was 90%.

The day before yesterday was 100%.

Why is it decreasing? I have to ask the Marshal.

Can't be too much at night you know.

※Remarks from Marshal Huang: So tomorrow is 70%?

After 10:30PM

?

Indescribable.

Weird.

Huang calmly looked at Yimulian's sleeping face whose blush had not completely faded, rummaged through the bed, and held Yimulian's right hand in his palm.

The string of lettering on the pair of rings in the darkness is clearly visible.

HtoL.

That was added a year ago.

Huang devoutly placed a kiss on the ring.

"Good night."

0: 00AM

a new day.

end.