Six years later, she amazed the world with her three children

Leng Qing knew that she had made Zhan Junlin angry again today. When she saw him now, even though they were far apart, her heart beat faster because of fear.

But since Xiao Luya called her like that, she couldn't pretend she didn't hear him, so she walked over and respectfully called him, "Chief, Xiao Luya."

"Military aunt, where are you going with your bed sheets and quilts so late at night?" Xiao Luya asked.

"This is for the chief. I'm sending it to him."

"Ah?" Xiao Luya was extremely puzzled, "Why is my uncle's quilt in the hands of the soldier aunt?"

"Because Auntie accidentally soiled the chief's bed sheets, I washed them and sent them to him." Leng Qing didn't dare to speak in front of Zhan Junlin. She felt that whatever she said would be wrong, but since she didn't know what to say, she might as well tell the truth.

"Ah? The military aunt slept in my uncle's bed?" Xiao Luya immediately sighed, "In my family, only my mother can sleep in my father's bed."

"Xiao Luya." Zhan Junlin immediately reminded Xiao Luya. Xiao Luya's mouth was also slept with her mother and her uncle. She spoke directly. He quickly explained, "That was at your home. This is in the military area. It's work-related. Don't always think about all kinds of nonsense in your little head, and don't go out and say it."

After hearing Zhan Junlin's reminder, Xiao Luya understood and said quickly: "Don't worry, uncle, I won't tell my parents, I will keep it a secret."

Zhan Junlin sighed helplessly, then ordered Leng Qing: "Take it in."

"Yes."

The door of the lounge was opened, and the three of them went in one after another. After entering, Zhan Junlin said to Xiao Luya, "Xiao Luya, go wash yourself."

"Okay." Xiao Luya knew that it was just to get rid of her, so she had to leave immediately and tactfully.

Leng Qing carried his bed sheets and quilt into his bedroom, but his orderly had already laid out new sheets for him, so she asked, "Commander, where are these sheets?"

"Put it in the closet."

After asking this question, Leng Qing realized that they were responsible for their own household affairs, but Zhan Junlin's household affairs had a dedicated person in charge. Was it redundant for her to bring bedding over?

But it had already been delivered, so Leng Qing could only finish this task. Since it was carried in her arms, wrinkles appeared on it, and she had to tidy it up before putting it in the closet.

"Xiao Luya is still young and has limited understanding. Don't tell children things you shouldn't say in the future."

Just as she was tidying up the bed sheets, Zhan Junlin criticized her again, and she quickly responded, "I know, Chief."

Sure enough, she said the wrong thing again.

Zhan Junlin just watched her arranging the bed sheets. Her movements were very skillful. Well, after all, she was a veteran with ten years of experience, so her movements were naturally skillful.

After his family was broken up, he had no choice but to join the army. He was selected into the special agent group as soon as he arrived. In the extremely cruel and almost dark training, he met Fang Yanwei. He regarded him as his only light, and all his goals were for their future.

After Fang Yanwei died, she resolutely chose to go to the border at her best age and stayed there for seven years. One can imagine the suffering she endured in these seven years at the border, which made her live like a primitive person.

He doesn’t know how to press the elevator button or swipe the room card. He has never seen Western food or any high-end technological products. He is seriously out of touch with modern society.

During her ten years of military career, every step she took was difficult, and the spiritual motivation that kept her going came from the man who had been dead for seven years. She had always been living in the past.

In fact, it's not her fault. After all, her tragic background and experiences have left indelible marks on her. When she met a man who loved her, it was like owning the whole world. In the end, the man died to save her. For her, who had never felt any other warmth, she would certainly never forget it.

So, this can't be blamed on her, blame him!

It was his fault that he didn't know when he started to appreciate her professionalism, didn't know when he started to admire her tenacity that was no less than that of the male soldiers, didn't know when he started to empathize with her wounds, and didn't know when he started to feel sorry for everything about her.

I don't even know when I started to fall in love with her. I started to worry about her and feel anxious about her. I wanted to save her and protect her.

But it was really his wishful thinking. She was still immersed in the past and had never forgotten that man. She herself did not want to take this step. Why did he want to redeem her? And what could he do to redeem her?

If what he gets in the end is not her whole body and soul, why should he do it? Why bother?

Putting himself in such an awkward position and becoming her second best, he doesn't have to get married, nor does he have to find a woman to move on in his life.

Compromise? She has her own stubbornness. She doesn't want to compromise, and neither does he!

Leng Qing quickly arranged the sheets and bedding, put them in his closet, and said, "Commander, you should get some rest early. I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, Leng Qing was about to leave, but Zhan Junlin called her, "Leng Qing."

Leng Qing stood up immediately after hearing this, turned around, and asked, "Chief, do you have any other instructions?"

"No instructions, let's chat for a while while Xiao Luya is still washing up."

Chat? Zhan Junlin wanted to chat with her?

"Yes, you said."

"Have you ever heard the story of the prince and Cinderella?"

Hmm? Why are you asking this suddenly?

"I've heard of it." Leng Qing was completely confused and could only answer his question.

"Do you think this fairy tale is possible in reality?"

"impossible."

"why?"

"Because in reality, Cinderella has no chance to meet the high and mighty prince. They live in different social classes. Even if she had the chance to meet him, the prince has seen so many noble ladies and princesses, and he would not be attracted to a Cinderella.

Cinderella was born in a humble family, and her real-life experiences should have made her very sober and prevent her from having such unrealistic dreams. That is why it is just a fairy tale that only exists in fairy tales.

If a real Cinderella believed in this fairy tale, and didn’t work hard and just wanted to change her fate by marrying a prince, she would probably end up with nothing.”

After hearing this, Zhan Junlin snorted coldly.

Yes, Leng Qing has always lived very clearly, and is very clear about her background and her own positioning.

"Chief, did I... say something wrong again?" Seeing that Zhan Junlin had not responded, Leng Qing became panicked.

"No, everyone has their own interpretation of fairy tales. There is no right or wrong, but..." Zhan Junlin looked at her and asked, "You are not a fish, so how do you know the joy of a fish? You are not a prince, so why do you think you know what a prince thinks?

He has seen many socialites and princesses, so why must he like them? Just like you, a real-life Cinderella. As you just said, you were born in a humble family and had to serve in the army after your family was broken up.

So on your first day of enlistment, you were just an inconspicuous rookie among tens of thousands of new recruits. Did you dare to imagine at that time that in a devilish week of training with more than 3,000 people, you were trapped, and there was a professional rescue team, why would someone risk their life to rescue you?

Do you dare to imagine that one day you will be noticed by a commander, and as the commander's subordinate for many years, he did not follow his boss's wishes, but was nosy and always disobeyed his boss?

"Do you dare to imagine that you, a girl from a poor country village with no background, will one day be carried to the army commander's bed? Do you dare to imagine that right now, at 10:28 pm, you can stand in his lounge and talk to him face to face?"