marriage on paper

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He Xinan went back shortly after He Dongge returned to the private room. Lu Junyan stared at He Xinan, and keenly noticed that He Xinan's walking posture was a bit weird, and the right hand holding the cane was obviously more strenuous than when he came.

He Xinan approached his seat and saw the gentleman Lu Junyan get up and pull the chair for him, he stopped suspiciously.

In his impression, the few meetings he had with this person were not harmonious, and he even wondered if Lu Junyan would mercilessly take away the chair while he was sitting.

Seeing that he was not moving, Lu Junyan turned his eyes slightly to signal him to sit down, and He Xinan gave him a vigilant look.

He Zhounian who was chatting with Lu Feng on the opposite side suddenly looked over, Shu Lang frowned slightly, and his displeasure was palpable.

He Xinan was keenly aware of He Zhounian's unhappiness, so he strode over and sat down with his eyes downcast.

He Zhounian's warning eyes seemed to drift away, and Lu Feng quickly opened up the chatterbox in a timely manner.

"Looking at these two children, although they haven't had much contact with each other, it can be seen from the degree of tacit understanding that they are really a match made in heaven."

A hint of sarcasm faded between He Zhounian's eyebrows, and he nodded symbolically.

If you can see "Made in Heaven" by pulling up a chair, wouldn't the waiter in the restaurant be a match made in heaven?

He Xinan touched his right leg with his hand under the table. The gauze was only changed when he came out in the afternoon, but now the knee is already wet.

Lowering his head slightly, he saw reddish blood on his fingertips.

He Zhounian glanced at He Xinan's cold, stone-like expression, and looked away annoyed.

"Everyone eat, it's so late, His Highness probably won't be able to come."

Only then did everyone pick up the bowls and chopsticks and set off. A handsome young man at the door went out for a while and came back soon.

After a while, waiters with all kinds of exquisite dishes filed in.

VIP guests are not here, so hot dishes are served.

He Beichen looked at the door with some disappointment. After waiting for so long, he was waiting for Chu Shi to come. If he had known that Chu Shi would not come, he would not have come.

The dinner officially started, Lu Feng chatted with He Zhounian with a smiling face, and asked about his doubts.

"Marshal He, why didn't Xinan's father come over today?"

Hezhou Nian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Zhou Hui is on business. His wife is not in good health. She has been recuperating in Shuilanxing all year round. This time the marriage is rushed and the time is too short. She's back."

He Zhounian's words seemed to be flawless, but they were actually full of loopholes.

It is understandable that He Xinan's mother could not come due to physical reasons.

But the news of He Xinan and Lu Junyan's marriage has been announced for a few days, and with Hezhou Hui's current level, he has time to take a rest or ask for leave.

There are a few parents who choose their sons to travel on business on the day of their wedding.

It seems that it is not groundless that Hezhou Hui doesn't like He Xinan too much among the children of the family.

Lu Feng went down the donkey and stopped asking: "Marshal He is busy, understandable, understandable!"

He Dongge saw the atmosphere at the main table slipping towards the edge of the cold room, got up and walked over with a wine glass.

"Xinan, Second Lieutenant Lu, happy wedding!"

Lu Junyan stood up with the wine glass in his hand, and He Xinan followed suit, enduring the pain in his knees.

He Dongge's eyes were gentle and smiling, probably one of the few people in this wedding banquet who sincerely sent blessings.

Lu Junyan raised his wine glass and touched the wall of He Dongge's glass, "Thank you, Admiral."

He Xinan followed suit with the wine glass, but Lu Junyan precisely suppressed his wine glass without turning his head.

"General, the young commander-in-chief is not feeling well. I'll drink this glass of wine."

He Dongge raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and looked at He Xinan in surprise when he saw He Xinan.

He Beichen at the side table noticed the situation here and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He Dongge was naturally happy to see the result, raised the unfinished wine in his toast and said with a smile: "Of course, now you are a husband and wife, and he drinks what you drink."

Lu Junyan didn't refute, poured another glass into his wine glass and drank it down.

He Xinan looked at Lu Junyan's flowing movements, and his heart was cold.

The instruction sent to the programming language that morning a week ago received a reply at noon.

[Programmer: Young Marshal, Second Lieutenant Lu met Chu Shi after he left last night. 】

[Programmer: Young Marshal, Second Lieutenant Lu... Did you make a...promise with Chu Shi? 】

The news he got was a little one-sided, and He Xinan didn't want to draw conclusions too early, but within half an hour, he received a secret report.

[A: Chu Shi suddenly postponed his wedding with He Beichen, the reason is unknown. 】

Immediately after—

[Lu Junyan: Young commander, I offended you last night, please forgive me for the disrespect. 】

These pieces of information are fine to look at separately, but if they are integrated together, it points to a possibility.

Chu Shi promised to give Lu Junyan something so that Lu Junyan could agree to the marriage contract.

And what did Lu Junyan want most in Chu Shi's hand?

He Xinan's eyes turned to He Beichen who was staring at Lu Junyan with burning eyes.

The stagnant sourness was blocked in the chest cavity and there was no way to relieve it, and the hand holding the wine glass was silently repelled by Lu Junyan's generous big hand.

He hated the touch.

Lu Junyan slowly put down his wine glass, sensing He Xinan's obvious uneasy mood, he was about to ask a question when He Beichen interrupted him.

"Second Brother, Second Lieutenant Lu, happy wedding, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and an early birth is precious...ah," He Beichen covered his lips in panic, and put on a harmless smile, "Well, a happy marriage for a hundred years, what is on your mind become!"

Lu Junyan pulled away the hand holding the wine glass, feeling a little dazed at He Beichen's voice.

Once upon a time, this melodious voice accompanied him all the way through the bloody storm, and also brought him extreme joy and happiness. Those sobbing and crying intermittently tugged at his heart for countless days and nights afterwards. , let him think like crazy.

He Xinan held out the wine glass, gestured for a moment, but didn't drink: "Thank you!"

Lu Junyan's voice was hoarse, as if he had been smoked suddenly, and it was extremely dry.

Looking at the wine glass in his hand, He Xinan suddenly felt that it was an eyesore, and wanted to dry it in one go or overturn him.

He Beichen's toast seemed to have finally turned on the normal switch of this weird wedding, and the younger generations of the He and Lu families began to line up to toast.

The sincere and false blessings were collected in a basket, and of course there was double the wedding wine.

In the middle of the night, the absurd farce finally came to an end, and Cheng Yan who hurried over brought the drunk Lu Junyan back to He Xinan's home.

He Xinan struggled for a while between going back to the small apartment and Jingshan Longting, and finally chose to go back to Jingshan Longting.

Although neither of the two homes has extra guest rooms, Jingshan Longting's sofa is much more spacious, making it more comfortable to sleep on.

After returning home, Program Yan helped Lu Junyan, who was a little floating, strode towards the sofa.

He Xinan frowned and stuck behind, suddenly reminded: "Just put it in the bedroom!"

Program Yan was taken aback for a moment, then cheerfully sent him into the bedroom.

When he came out, he saw He Xinan sitting on the sofa with a medicine box.

"Has the young commander's leg injury recurred?"

"No," He Xinan paused while rolling up his trousers, and unceremoniously issued an order to evict the guest: "Thank you for your hard work, and pay attention to safety on the way back."

Program Yan has been with He Xinan for so long, so he naturally understands what he means, but he is very worried about the injury of the young marshal, and it is not his style to just walk away like this.

"Would you like to ask Dr. Zhao to come and have a look?"

Dr. Zhao is He Xinan's personal doctor, and He Xinan's former senior at the academy, so He Xinan still listens to what he says.

"No, it's not an old injury, it's just some skin trauma."

Program Yan sighed and nodded resignedly.

He Xinan is the only person who has been "the same outside and inside" since Program Yan grew up.

On the surface, he is tough and cold, but in his bones, he says what he says.

But before he left, he still couldn't help saying: "Young commander, if you can't handle it, you should ask Dr. Zhao to come and see it."

He Xinan nodded as a response.

After Program Yan left, He Xinan began to take off his clothes. The injury was on his knee, and the trousers of the military uniform could not be rolled up to such a high position.

This is the injury left by the one that was designed to contain it some time ago. Probably because of the old injury on the knee and the reason of always walking back and forth, the injury healed very slowly.

I walked a few more steps today, but I didn't expect to relapse again.

The fine needle-like pain in the knee made people a little upset, He Xinan threw down his trousers and sat on the sofa to treat the wound, but when he looked up, he met a pair of astonished eyes.

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After being stunned for a few seconds, He Xinan's first reaction was to pull the blanket on the sofa to cover his scarred legs.

Lu Junyan's head was a little dizzy, but he could see clearly that the gauze wrapped around He Xinan's knees had already leaked a large scarlet.

"You are hurt?"

Probably because of the drunkenness, Lu Junyan's words did not have the respectful and alienated feeling when they met last time.

"...", He Xinan pulled the blanket and had nowhere to look, and didn't want to answer at all.

Lu Junyan rubbed his swollen forehead and asked casually, "Do you need help?"

He Xinan grabbed the blanket tightly, his long eyelashes drooped, and his tone was stiff: "No need!"

Lu Junyan nodded, turned and went back to the room.

He Xinan looked at the slowly closing bedroom door, and gently pulled the blanket away.

The blood on the knee fainted from the edge of the gauze and flowed down the calf.

Disinfect the scissors, cut the gauze, disinfect and change the dressing indiscriminately, and re-bandage.

He Xinan looked at his knee wrapped like a dumpling, and suddenly kicked over the trash can in frustration.

He Xinan doesn't know what's wrong with him?

Maybe he knew, but just didn't want to admit it.

His mind kept replaying the smile on Lu Junyan's mouth when He Beichen toasted, and the other party's indifferent gaze just now.

The pictures of the hatchbacks were constantly tearing and glued together, like two evenly matched giant pythons, attacking each other frantically in an immortal posture, He Xinan had a splitting headache.

The mask accidentally fell off while his consciousness was sluggish, and he suddenly raised his pale face, with bright brows and starry eyes, an eagle hooked nose, and tight lip lines revealing pale fragility.

It's just an unsightly scar from the left side of the face that goes straight into the ear, ruining the beauty of the whole face.

Wrapped in a blanket, He Xinan struggled to get up, and staggered towards the basement.

Things are not going well.

The mental power is gone!