My Cold And Beautiful CEO

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Qin Hao was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at his own toes, he suddenly didn't want to go home anyway, because there was no one at home anyway, and he received a text message from Mu Qianxue not long ago, because he had to work overtime tonight, so Sleeping in the office.

He is in a daze.

What Bai Ruolin said before she left touched a sensitive part of his heart.

He thought that he had belittled these things in the two years that he had restrained the demon in the mountains, but when he heard it, he found that he still overestimated himself. At least, when he heard the memorial service and military parade, he still thought There are waves.

In this regard, he feels very cheap, he hates this feeling, he doesn't understand where this messy impulse comes from.

Obviously the zero team is gone, and the brethren are dead. There is no indication on it. It was just given a so-called secret medal, did not dare to publish any information, and did not agree to revenge, because the mission was not allowed to carry the label of the country. Otherwise it will cause trouble to the country.

Yeah, they used to be so desperate for this country, so they lost their lives and family, but what happened? There is only one medal, which cannot be displayed yet.

There was no rescue in the country, and there was no so-called revenge. Even the family members of the brothers did not know how they died, whether they won glory for the country or died unexpectedly. Even a martyr could not do so. The death was so unknown. White.

In fact, Qin Hao did not finish the sentence with Bai Ruolin. In his opinion, not only did they not owe the country, but the country owed them, and what they did was too chilling.

He couldn't help complaining, why? Why should people like them die so silently, why should they even have a tombstone, not even a martyr, and why they can't even have a family account.

On what grounds!

In those two years, they spared their lives to pay for the country, but when they were most desperate, they were all given up. No one can understand this feeling. The suffering, resentment, dissatisfaction in Qin Hao's heart, no one can understand.

He hated himself, hated himself for being weak, hated himself for being ruthless, he had been abandoned, he was hurt so deeply, and he still had a low-minded heart after hearing the conditions of the recall. This so-called struggle is not worth it!

However, he wanted to rectify the names of the brothers, whether it was a memorial service or a military parade. All this meant that the country was willing to recognize the identity of the zero team and that they were sacrificed for the country. Their names may also appear on the monument.

He knew the dreams of his brothers, so what did they fight for? Is it just the feelings of defending the country and benefiting the people? No, they also want to wear regular military uniforms one day, and they can show up in front of their family members wearing medals and show their honor to their elderly parents, beautiful wives, and cute children.

Rather than as it is now, the death is unknown, and there is nothing but a name on the coat of grave, even if a dead dog should have its identity and belonging?

Is this life?

Qin Hao picked up the phone, dialed Mu Qianxue's phone, and hung up before he connected. He remembered that she should still be working at this moment. It was late at night, and her health was not good.

After a little hesitation, he sent a text message.

"Wife, I miss you suddenly."

After sending the text message, Qin Hao tossed the phone aside, half-lying on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling, he really didn't want to move.

"What's wrong? I'm in a bad mood?" A softly fragrant body sat next to Qin Hao, leaning very close.

Qin Hao is very familiar with this kind of fragrance.

He reached out and held Yun Shan in his arms, burying his face in his chest, and just not talking, like a kid looking for milk to drink.

Yun Shan didn't follow through. Little hands rubbed on Qin Hao's head, put his fingers in his hair, and slowly combed him. At this time, she seemed to be wearing a motherly aura, a embrace, a comforting Actions can bring spiritual comfort to Qin Hao.

The eldest sister is a mother. This kind of half-sister, half-mother, love, caress, and spoiled feeling is Mu Qianxue, or all the women Qin Hao can't give, only Yunshan can.

After ten minutes of quiet grinding, Qin Hao raised his head and looked at Yun Shan.

Yun Shan naturally saw Qin Hao's eyes, with a smile on his face, and asked gently: "What's wrong? Have something to tell me?"

"It's okay, it's inexplicable upset." Qin Hao looked back, touched Yun Shan's soft and sweet thin lips, and lay back again.

Just at that moment, he was almost ready to talk to Yun Shan about what just happened on the rooftop, and it was a very strong impulse.

But after that moment passed, he suddenly changed his decision, and he felt that he could not speak.

It's not that Yun Shan is not good enough, Qin Hao can be sure, if he wants to say, Yun Shan will definitely be willing to listen and even help him find a way. However, after all, these things involve too much, many of them are confidential, and talking will only bring trouble to Yun Shan. He doesn't want to.

He knew that Yun Shan had finally killed Wan Xiong and reported this revenge to Yun Tian. He finally let go of his mind and began to live the ordinary life she hoped to do as a doctor she liked.

She is so happy that Qin Hao doesn't want to destroy him. He can't give Yunshan a complete one. He has enough guilt in his heart, how can he cause her trouble? Not even her willingness.

After all, he is a man!

It is also at this moment that Qin Hao understands the truth. In fact, there are no people in the world who can share everything. Even family members and lovers will have their own secrets for various reasons. .

Qin Hao suddenly felt that he was a little weak. Suddenly, he had the thought of wanting to speak. Yeah, it seems that there are more and more women around him, and life is more and more ordinary, and he has also changed.

No matter if Luo Luofei's sudden arrival had made him feel the pain of betrayal, she said in Mu Qianxue's arms, or she is lying in Yun Shan's arms now. This was before. He would never, disdain, no need to go. Things to do.

What happened to myself? Go back and live more?

"You won't go back tonight?" I didn't know how long it took, Yunshan slightly moved herself because she was sitting a bit numb for a long time, squinting at the time displayed on the phone, and asked gently.

"Not back." Qin Hao crawled out of Yun Shan's arms with some nostalgia, grabbed the messy hair, and poked his lips: "Anyway, there is no one to go back. It would be better to stay here for one night, at least Sister Shan You stay with me. "

"Okay, take a bath first. If Yaoyao doesn't come back tonight, you can sleep in his room. If you don't want to, my room won't lock the door." Yun Shan said as usual, without any shyness.

To her, Qin Hao seems to have always been a child, or the one who followed her **** "Shan Shan" and "Shan Shan" called an inward-looking snot.

The elder sister slept with her brother. When she was young, she didn't know how many times she had taken Qin Hao. Now she still feels no different from before.

Therefore, the relationship between them is very strange, obviously like a brother and sister, not like a couple at all, but have the status of a couple, and even do couples, it feels like two people give each other, one Giving is hope for survival, a feeling of love, pampering and need.

"Well, Sister Shan, go to bed early. I will sit for a while and I will take care of it."

Anyway, he can't do bad things now. For him, sleeping in Yunshan is the same as sleeping in Song Yao's room. Of course, he certainly still tends to Yun Shan. Now he is getting more and more coquettish. Without a person holding in his arms, he will think of something messy and unable to sleep.

PS: There are two more, please find some flowers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .