In front of Zhan Yan's cold and charming appearance, many men will lack self-confidence. There are few men in the world who have the confidence and narcissism of Mi Xiu.
"If you don't tell me, I can't guarantee what kind of punishment you will receive next." The commander was so angry that he might even convulse and pull out his bones. Then things would be out of his control.
"I'll say it again, do it." Zhan Yan was still so cold and calm.
Ciaran was a little frustrated. For the first time, he felt powerless. This feeling of powerlessness made him question himself. In the past, the army commander always praised him, and he also thought that his ability was not weak. Now he faced such a person.
He suddenly felt that she was incompetent in all kinds of ways.
If he could be ruthless, things would be easier to do, but he couldn't be ruthless, and suddenly he felt that he needed to vent his anger.
"Then you will continue to starve." He continued to speak angrily, as if he was angry, and Cialon walked out of the cell.
Zhanyan looked at the retreating figure and snorted, "It's better than being beaten." Although she was not afraid of being beaten, it was still important to preserve her three-dimensionality.
At least, she had to wait until she couldn't wait any longer, so that she could have the strength to see Mi Xiu. Mi Xiu was her only escape route when she had no choice but to do so.
She would not reveal her identity unless absolutely necessary.
She is not afraid of torture. As long as her life is spared, she will continue to torture her.
Ciaran walked out of the cell, feeling extremely depressed. He drove directly out of the military department, returned to his home, and sat coldly in front of the living room, as if someone owed him money.
After sitting for a while, he opened the wine cabinet, took out all the wine and placed it on the table. Ciaran stared at a pile of wine bottles in a daze, how could he be so merciful to a woman, and was actually raped by a strange woman?
A calm attitude captured his always strong heart.
Moreover, that woman still has an antagonistic relationship with him and is an obvious enemy. He would actually have a crush on his enemy. This is the biggest taboo.
He couldn't deny that he liked this feeling.
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was crazy. After all, he was crazy, so he was completely crazy.
Ciaran opened all the wine bottles on the table, one part Absolut vodka, one part rum, one part tequila, one part brandy, one part gin, one part whiskey, one part Erguotou. They poured them all into one
In a cup, mix evenly.
The cocktail was called "tomorrow". He raised his head and drank it in one gulp. By the time he knew the source of his depression, it was already the next day. This feeling came too suddenly and made him depressed.
Moreover, he knew that it was an impossible relationship, and he never thought about being with an enemy, so this was destined to be a relationship that he wanted to kill with his own hands.
One day after the incident, he regretted the way he got drunk today, because it was such extreme drunkenness that made him have feelings that had not yet sprouted and killed them with his own hands. Because, he later learned that his superior, that is, the Middle East
Michu, the commander of the military department, also loves the enemy just like him.
Moreover, the love was deeper than him. In the future, he would also think about whether now would be his best opportunity to perform if he had not given up.
However, when he decided to give up, he had already lost the right to show off his beauty.