Chapter 1051: Life and death depend on each other [Ending Chapter 87]
Yi Jian pushed the door open with great force and made a loud noise. When Zhong Qing turned around, her eyes met Yi Jian's eyes.
Yi Jian had just believed that she was back. When he knew that she was back, he was already excited and angry in his heart, with a sense of expectation. Now he pushed the door open and saw a face that was longing for him.
He just stood there, unable to move at all.
A dignified grown man suddenly felt that the blood in his body froze.
Zhong Qing originally saw a lot of people walking out of the conference room in a hurry. Everyone had a bit of fear on their faces. When they saw her, they all nodded respectfully, and some even whispered
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"Is that the young marshal's wife?"
"I'm afraid, she looks very good-looking. I heard she is Miss Six of the Zhong family."
"I thought the young marshal's wife and the young marshal had already separated. After all, if anyone dares to mention the words young marshal's wife these days, the young marshal will be furious..."
"These are none of our business. Everyone is going to rest. After fighting for so many days, we are exhausted. I'm afraid that since the young marshal has a wife today, he won't take us to the meeting..."
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When Zhong Qing heard these words, she inevitably understood what they meant. Perhaps it was the man who had been in a bad temper all day because of his departure, and took out his anger on these people below.
She couldn't help but curled her lips and smiled. She happened to hear a loud noise coming from behind, so she turned her head and looked. Unexpectedly, her eyes were entangled with that of a man in military uniform.
His pupils were so pitch black and bottomless that it was impossible to see the end, but when he looked at her, he was clearly trembling.
Zhong Qing didn't know what was going on with her. She obviously had a thousand words to shout out to Yi Jian.
It’s not that I don’t hate him or that I’m not angry. I hate that he has to shoulder everything by himself. I’m angry that he dared to leave her like this. But when I look at his face, I realize that I actually miss him so much.
, thinking, looking at him, unable to say a word.
I just feel like my throat is on fire, painful, hot, and unbearable.
Her eyes were sore and swollen, and she felt that she could not control her tears and might cry in front of a room full of people.