Leng Ling and Li En left the military headquarters and returned to the car.
Lance had been waiting in the car for a long time. He felt very strange when he saw Leng Ling getting into the car with an expressionless expression, and Lien did not wear the shoulder straps representing the rank of second lieutenant on his military uniform.
"Your Highness, Mr. Lien, he..."
Leng Ling's eyes were cold, and her pursed lips curved in a cool arc, "Drive."
"Your Highness, please wait."
Leng Ling rolled down the window and the sergeant from before came over.
The noncommissioned officer looked embarrassed and said, "Admiral Kaman, here is something for me to pass on to you. I forgot about it just now. I'm really sorry."
Leng Ling reached out and took the document bag from the other party's hand, "It's okay, I'd rather bother you to make a special trip."
"Your Highness, you're welcome. This is what I should do. When Admiral Kaman comes back, I will ask him to call you immediately."
"good."
The young sergeant watched the car of Leng Ling and his party gradually go away, and the respectful smile on Qingjun's face gradually turned weird.
The fun is about to begin.
The car drove smoothly on the way back to the Presidential Palace. In the quiet car, Leng Ling stared at the document bag in his hand and remained silent.
Lean didn't seem to be in a good mood either. He kept his eyes closed along the way and rested against the back seat.
Lance drove the car intently and didn't delve too much into the fact that Lean had not been awarded the title.
Suddenly, he noticed that the roadside ahead was crowded with people. Those people were sallow, skinny, and dressed in ragged clothes. They were squatting on both sides of the road with their children and their children. It seemed that they had escaped from the war.
In the corner of his eye, Leng Ling raised his head and looked out the window, and said without hesitation, "Stop the car."
Thinking of the madman who disappeared inexplicably last time and what he did to Leng Ling, Lance wanted to stop him, "Your Highness, those people..."
Before she could finish her words, Leng Ling had already opened the car door and walked out, "Just wait."
Lance opened the car door for no reason and followed, "I'll go with you."
Lean was sleeping soundly, but the inertia of the car's brakes woke him up from his light sleep.
Moving his shoulders, he subconsciously turned his head to the side and found that Leng Ling was gone.
Lien frowned slightly, and just as he was about to ask, he found that he and Lance were talking to a group of refugees. The black figure stood out among the refugees.
The Holy Mother began to rise again.
Lien shook his head helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the document bag on the cushion, and he darkened his eyes.
Glancing at the situation outside the car, he saw that neither Leng Ling nor Lance paid attention to his side, so he quietly opened it and took a few casual glances.
That document clearly recorded his whereabouts, and even mentioned the past that he deliberately wanted to hide before entering Romanel Army School.
Although he had told Leng Ling some things before, and it didn't have much impact on him, the feeling of being monitored and investigated made Li En very uncomfortable.
I hope Leng Ling will not doubt himself because of this thing. He still trusts himself more than the man named Kaman.
However, these things are not easy to investigate. For foreigners like them, it is even more difficult. How did you get that man?
Lien's deep facial features were quietly darkened. He carefully put the document away so that it looked the same as before, and he closed his eyes to rest his mind again.
After a while, the car door was opened, and a unique fragrance of orchids filled his nose. Lean pretended to have just woken up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"
Leng Ling turned his gaze to the outside of the car, with a solemn expression, "I comforted the victims. They all fled from Gordon. A plague broke out there, and many people got sick and died."
Lean changed to a comfortable sitting position and found that Lance hadn't gotten into the car yet. He put his arms around Leng Ling's shoulders and took him into his arms. "How are you going to arrange them?"
Leng Ling leaned against Li En, his body stiffened slightly. He thought for a while and said, "We will arrange them in the shelter for the time being. If they are indeed not infected after the examination, we will give them jobs and send the children to school."
Li En kissed Leng Ling's eyebrows and said, "Ling, you are so kind."
"They are all Lanson's people. It is impossible for me to watch them suffer." Leng Ling fluttered her eyelashes and found Lance walking towards the direction of the car, so she broke away from Lien's arms, "Lance is back
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As soon as Lean retracted his hand, Lance sat back in the car and started the car, "Your Highness, I will arrange for people to resettle these victims."
"Let me do it."
"yes."
The three of them returned to the presidential palace, Leng Ling arranged for people to deal with the victims, and Lance saw all this.
Thinking that Leng Ling must be tired after working for a long time, he went to the kitchen and asked Anna to prepare snacks. For the first time, he personally made black tea and brought it to Leng Ling's room.
When he stood at the door of Leng Ling's room with snacks and black tea, he realized what he was doing now.
He actually wanted to care about that person from the bottom of his heart, the son who was probably the murderer of his father, the man that he once wanted to hate.
However, that person's love for the country and the people, and every little thing he did for this country, made it impossible for him not to care about it, let alone to hate him.
Lance raised the corners of his mouth bitterly and smiled bitterly.
Then, he calmed down and gently knocked on the door, "Your Highness, can I come in?"
The door opened automatically, which made Lance feel a little strange.
Normally Leng Ling's door is always closed, why would it happen today...
Looking into the quiet room, he asked in a low voice, "Your Highness? Are you there?"
There was silence.
After hesitating for a while, Lance decided to go in, "Your Highness, I am Lance, I'm coming in."
Stepping on the thickly carpeted floor, Lance walked into the room.
The atmosphere in the quiet room is quiet, and there is a faint fragrance of orchids floating in the air, as if silently telling others that the owner of the fragrance is now in the room.
Lance gently placed the tray on the table opposite Leng Ling, bent down and stared at him.
On the luxurious high chair, Leng Ling leaned back and dozed quietly, supporting his chin with one hand and pillowing his abdomen with the other, sleeping extremely peacefully.
The man who has always been cold, arrogant, reserved and calm, who built a wall of ice around himself, making it difficult for people to approach him. Today, for the first time, he was able to look at him up close. This was unthinkable to Lance before.
thing.
The black bangs were scattered casually on her forehead, and her beautiful eyebrows were free of their usual defenses.
The thick eyelashes drooped down, leaving two shallow shadows on the fair skin, and the pink lips were lightly pursed, forming a beautiful three-dimensional shape.
Such a pure and beautiful face, under the halo of sunlight, became even more holy, making it impossible for me to look away.
