Du He was on a whim and insisted on pretending to be a master and brave. He took out the Chinese-style moon-white single shirt prepared for the guests in the room. After putting it on, he found that it was very comfortable and could not put it down for a moment and couldn't bear to take it off.

The result of Jiang Ling's failure to convince Du He was that Du He had a good material on his body, and his thin and drooping white pajamas would be as eye-catching as a moving light wherever he went.

He had to apply what he learned to the limit, avoid, hide, and hypnotize for a short time, and even put down some alert secret guards. In just a few dozen meters of routes, Du He walked out of sweat. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at the back window of Captain He's study.

"Tu tuk."

Du He stretched out his two fingers and knocked on the window frame.

"Who." Captain He's voice quickly rang in the room. He seemed to have expected it, and his voice was short and low, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

"I, Ah." Du He's voice was also low.

Commander He quickly opened the window. The next moment, Du He followed the power of Commander He and flipped in, and then the window was closed.

"Ahe, I guess you will come." Captain He had taken off his coat, unbuttoned the three buttons of his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles. When Du He saw it, his first reaction was amazing: Fortunately, Ah Ling did not come, otherwise he would be bad.

Captain He had a messy hair, and the ash and yellow wine bottles on the desk in the study. He looked very decadent, his eyes were red, which was far from the afternoon. It seemed that his emotions were already on the verge of collapse.

"How did it turn out like this? Things have become so bad?"

Du He was not aware of the second emotional injury that Captain He had just encountered, and he thought that Captain's affairs worsened again in just a few hours.

Captain He felt bitter and could not speak. He smiled bitterly, then pulled his shirt and muttered, "My father is going to remove me from my position...Ahe, I don't know that I am already so unbearable in his heart."

Although it was a reason, after taking this painful thing out as a cover, Captain He successfully lost his attention by his own reasons. The more he talked, he became more and more sad. He couldn't help but catch another bottle and pour wine into his mouth.

"Big and small, more than twenty wars have happened. Ah, the wars I have participated in are always relying on myself and gritting my teeth. I have never relied on his hiding, nor have I acted as a commander, so why have I become a martial artist who has no vision and cannot be valued?"

Captain He squirted alcohol and pointed the scars on his chest to Du He. Later, he simply pulled off his shirt and asked Du He with tears in his eyes what he had done wrong.

At first, Du He thought that the father and son were making trouble. Unexpectedly, Commander He found an order issued by Commander He himself, and he was determined to transfer Commander He to a civilian department away from the front line. The position of Commander of the 79th Army Infantry Regiment was to find another talent.

Looking at the scars crisscrossing on Captain He’s chest and his almost scarless back, he was a little silent, but when Captain He’s wine pot was empty, he handed him a bottle again.

After Captain He calmed down a little, Du He solemnly said: "I know what you are talking about. Brother He, since you did not do anything wrong, it is Commander He who did something wrong. No matter who he did, he must change it. He will not change it himself, let us help him change it."
Chapter completed!