Absolute surrender

pacing.

"Why did you block that shot for me?"

Luo Yao avoided his gaze: "Because I was standing close, I blocked it by the way."

……

really not convincing

He knew it himself.

So he pulled the quilt over to cover himself, and a buzzing voice came from below: "I'm tired, please go back, Colonel."

He didn't know what kind of eyes Yan Chuqing was looking at him at this moment, but even through the quilt, he could feel chills down his spine...

A few days later, he was discharged from the hospital, and the colonel's special aircraft was waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

"What are you doing?" Luo Yao frowned and looked warily at the colonel's personal butler, Uncle Chen.

"The colonel wants to invite you to dinner." Uncle Chen explained.

Luo Yao glanced inside the aircraft through the glass of the cabin, and vaguely saw a tall and straight figure, and couldn't help frowning: "Sorry, I just recovered from a serious illness, and I want to go home and rest."

"Then the colonel ordered me to take you home."

Luo Yao ignored it, turned around and walked away, so the windy royal small spaceship followed leisurely, all the way to the gate of the base, and all the soldiers passing by would look at him curiously, which made Luo Yao Yao had no choice but to step on the stairs extending from the aircraft, sat up, closed the door with a "bang", looked at Yan Chuqing in the front seat, and gritted his teeth to report his home address.

As a result, the aircraft finally drove to a hotel for dinner.

Luo Yao turned his head and said dissatisfiedly to the driver: "Uncle Chen, you said you sent me home."

Uncle Chen glanced at Yan Chuqing who was expressionless, and replied, "I'll take you home after dinner."

"..."

Sure enough, the virtues of the master and the virtues of the subordinates are exactly the same as the scoundrels.

Followed Yan Chuqing up to the fourth floor, and was brought into the box. Luo Yao looked at the empty box and said, "It's such a big place, just the two of us?"

Yan Chuqing was taking off his coat, sat down lazily, raised his legs, and said sternly, "Otherwise."

"The colonel doesn't need to waste time buying me a meal. I'm not hungry."

Yan Chuqing stared at him with dark eyes for a long time before saying: "This dinner is just to thank my savior, Mr. Luo don't need to be so nervous."

Luo Yao was about to speak, but he interrupted: "Whether you did it by the way or not, you were shot for me. I, Yan Chuqing, never like to owe favors to others."

Luo Yao sighed inaudibly, the colonel had already talked about this, and he would be hypocritical if he didn't agree to the meal that was only invited for the sake of the Qing Dynasty in the future.

So he pulled the chair next to him and sat down.

"What kind of wine?"

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"Then the wine bar."

The colonel unsealed a bottle of red wine by himself.

Luo Yao glanced at her: "Why do you ask me?"

Yan Chuqing hooked the corners of his mouth very lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He poured him a glass of wine, "Taste."

"Thanks, but I'm allergic to alcohol."

Yan Chuqing glanced at him, pushed the wine glass to him, stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, and repeated expressionlessly: "Taste."

Luo Yao frowned: "Why should Colonel make things difficult for others?"

Seeing that he never drank, Yan Chuqing slowly leaned back on the back of the chair, stretched it out, sat in a casual sitting position, and said for a long time, "A person I once knew was also allergic to alcohol. .”

Luo Yao's heart trembled, and the hand under the table slowly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"You said, this person's characteristics are brought by nature, and it's really not easy to change, right?"

"...Maybe so."

"How old is Mr. Luo?"

"32."

"Unexpectedly, sir is six years older than me, I can't tell." Yan Chuqing chatted slowly, "Mr. looks very young."

Luo Yao said in a low voice, "The colonel also looks young."

"We people are full of guns and bullets every day, how can we compare with Mr."

Luo Yao couldn't figure out what he meant, so he didn't dare to answer casually.

At this time, the waiter brought the food in.

It was a very hearty meal, but Luo Yao couldn't finish it. He was cutting the steak absently with a knife, feeling the colonel's eyes on him, and finally couldn't help but put down the knife and fork, and said, "Colonel, there is Just say it straight.”

Yan Chuqing then said kindly: "Is Mr. Luo interested in being my personal doctor?"

"...What?" Luo Yao thought he had heard wrong.

"Being my personal doctor, you don't have to go on an expedition with the army, you don't have to endure the rain of bullets, you just need to stay at the headquarters base, take care of my own health, and your salary will be doubled, how about it?"

After saying this, Yan Chuqing wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully with a tissue, "Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Luo is not short of money."

Luo Yao was silent for a long time, and said: "Colonel, I don't know why you are so interested in me all of a sudden. If it's because of the shot I blocked, then it's unnecessary. In that case, even if it's not you, it's anyone , I will help him block, so please don’t take this matter seriously, Colonel, the title of savior is too heavy for me, I can’t bear it.”

After Yan Chuqing heard this, a shadow flashed across his eyes.

"That's a pity, you could have made a lot of money by taking this opportunity."

Luo Yao adjusted his breathing carefully, trying to make himself look less nervous.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "Yes, it's a pity."

"Since you're not interested in the position of a private doctor, what about... a bed partner?"

Luo Yao's eyes widened suddenly, "What did you say?"

"You should have heard that I have always been very good to my bed partner. Just look at Alex. Being my bed partner will not treat you badly."

"I'm sorry, Colonel." Luo Yao pushed aside the chair abruptly and stood up, "I'm already married."

Yan Chuqing paused, and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you married?"

"Yes, I'm married, so please stop saying what you said just now, Colonel." Luo Yao couldn't stand it anymore under such a suppressed and fierce gaze, "If I stay out too late, my wife will be worried , Colonel, if there is nothing else, I will go first, thank you for your dinner."

It was the first time in his life that he rushed out the door without grace.

When Uncle Chen came in, he saw Yan Chuqing sitting on a chair alone, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, staring into the distance, motionless.

"Colonel..." Uncle Chen hesitated and asked, "Is that Mr. Luo?"

Yan Chuqing's gaze was colder than ever, and his thin lips were like blades. "They have the same tattoo at the same position on their bodies, but unfortunately it was destroyed by bullets..."

He looked up at the moonlight outside the window, his expression fluctuated slightly, "If the tattoo is complete, I might..." He pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

After a while, he regained his composure and told Uncle Chen: "Go and investigate, Luo Yao's wife."

Chapter 6

Luo Yao almost rushed out the door - the colonel's attitude gave him goosebumps all over his body, and he remembered the suffocating feeling unconsciously revealed by the colonel in the ward before, that kind of The sharp, probing eyes still linger in front of his eyes all the time... like a slow-moving lion, pacing proudly in front of its prey.

Back home, the lights turned on automatically, maybe he opened the door too loudly, the woman came out from the guest room wearing a thin blanket, rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Mr. Luo, are you back?"

Luo Yao walked wearily into the bedroom, and when he passed by a woman, he reached out and patted her shoulder: "I'm back, Xiaoshi."

"Sir, you seem to be in a bad mood." Liang Shi asked worriedly.

"No, just a little tired."

Liang Shi lowered her eyes, tightened the thin blanket on her shoulders, and was about to go back to her room when she suddenly heard Luo Yao say: "Xiao Shi, please bring me the knife."

Liang Shi's eyes widened: "Sir! You... what are you going to do?"

There was no emotion on Luo Yao's face, he said calmly: "Destroy something."

As a result, Liangshi saw bloody gauze in the bathroom that night.

The gauze on Luo Yao's left shoulder was also gradually stained red with blood.

"Sir, what are you doing? You cut the wound with a knife before it healed?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Luo Yao smiled, his lips were a little pale.

"What exactly is it that you want to destroy?"

"What is it..." The doctor's thin lips moved, but he didn't say a word in the end.

……

After that night, Luo Yao recuperated at home for a week. Thanks to Liang Shi's care, his injury was almost healed.

The mentor called him and said that the expeditionary force to Cartel planet had returned triumphantly and brought back a lot of new energy and new medicinal materials, and asked him to go to the research institute at the base to have a look.

Luo Yao put on his well-ironed shirt, and Liang Shi came over to help him tie his tie.

Luo Yao lowered his eyes and said gently: "Xiaoshi, if you meet a man you like in the future, you must tell me."

"Understood..." Liangshi replied while helping him tie his tie, "But I think it's fine as it is now, and I'm very happy living with my husband."

"We can't live together for the rest of our lives. You have to get married and have children and have your own family."

"Sir, you've said this countless times, and my ears are callused." Liang Shi stuck out her tongue at him.

Luo Yao smiled helplessly.

He came to the headquarters, held a morning meeting with his mentor, and did a lot of experiments and research on the functions of new medicinal materials. Until noon, a soldier came in and said, "Mr. Luo, someone is looking for it."

Luo Yao pushed his glasses, followed the soldiers and walked out. Zhao Shulin was standing at the gate downstairs of the research institute, with a straight posture.