"Uncle Gen is in a bad situation. Ye Jian, we need to rush back now."

It was obviously so hot, and the cold came out from somewhere in an instant, roaring into her body and shivering hard.

It was too cold, too cold, so cold that my mind was still blank, so cold that my teeth kept trembling. She wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.

When Ye Jian's vision blurred, Xia Jinyuan held her hand tightly with his warm and powerful hand. As the rosy blood on her face faded, the major who had a thorny mouth held her hand, which was trembling even with the tip of her hand, calmly said: "We'll go back to the hotel now, pack up our things and go back to the town immediately."

The warm and powerful hands sent a strong force, supporting her like a pillar. Ye Jian stuttered her lips, "Go back to the hotel, go back to the hotel right away."

The voice was very stiff, and it didn't feel like I was talking. I grabbed the hand that warmed her and took a deep breath, "Uncle Gen's situation is not ordinary, so Uncle Chen and the others will never contact me because of family affairs."

"This time I contacted me through you, but it can be seen that Uncle Chen has found out that he has gone to the military headquarters. Team Xia, I want to go home, I want to go home immediately."

After all, he is a special force soldier with special training. Ye Jian, who forced himself to calm down, had a clear mind even though his voice was a little stiff, "I'm afraid the problem is serious. Team Xia, thank you for your hard work tonight."

Xia Jinyuan felt relieved when she could calm down immediately, and led her to walk towards the hotel like a meteor. The low voice was filled with calmness that made Ye Jian feel at ease. "It's good to hear Uncle Chen's voice. Don't think about it alone before you see Uncle."

How could you not think about it?

When she came back from birth, she gave her support and confidence, the old man with gray hair and eyes full of wisdom.

When she was crying, the old man told her that the road was still long and crying was also a way to walk.

When the old man was helpless, he told her that the road was still long and you need to know how to pick it up.

When he hated her, the old man told her that the road was still long, so don’t influence yourself for the unworthy people. It’s not worth it.

When the harvest was achieved, the old man told her that the road was still long and you must move towards your goal and firmly.

When the old man was wronged, he told her that the road was still long and you must learn to protect yourself.

When she was angry, the old man told her that the road was still long, so you must learn to endure and wait for the opportunity.

It is precisely because of this tolerant, generous and wise old man that she did not let herself be buried by hatred after a resurrection, but she embarked on a path that is more exciting than hatred.

Without Uncle Gen, Ye Jian could have imagined that even if she lived a new life, she would not be able to go to the military. She would most likely have only one goal, centered on overthrowing Ye Zhifan, grow up in hatred, and become a person who only knows revenge and has no self-centeredness.

Tears flowed down unknowingly, drop by drop, and finally, until their eyes blurred.

Xia Jinyuan didn't say much comforting words, but put the tissue in her hand and whispered: "It takes six to get from Anyang to the town. I'll drive for three hours, you drive for three hours, and you can go to bed after crying."

Start the car and adjust the rearview mirror to ensure that when he looks up, he can see Ye Jian’s personal situation clearly at a glance.

His little fox is a restrained and calm person who does things. The words of comforting cannot do anything to her because she understands it in her heart.
Chapter completed!