Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

Chongcheng calmed down for a while, and said again: "This time, Mu Yu was not found."

"As far as the current situation is concerned, his original disappearance is still unknown."

"The higher-ups have not given up on continuing to search for him. After all, he is a senior colonel. Whether he is dead or alive, whether he is surrendering to the enemy or hiding, there must be an explanation."

Speaking of this, Chongcheng suddenly thought of something: "Are you going back to try on the wedding dress today?"

Jiang Yun nodded: "If you have something to do, I can change the time."

Worship waved his hand: "No, you go back and do your work first."

"Just come and find me tomorrow."

He said: "There is indeed something, but the documents haven't come down yet. The documents will come down tomorrow. I'll tell you the details."

Jiang Yun understood, bid farewell to Chongcheng, and left the office.

Due to the delay at Chongcheng, when Jiang Yun went out, Shang Yan's car had already stopped for a while.

Cars cannot be parked for too long in front of the gate of the military area, but the guards guarding the gate recognized his car.

I struggled for a long time whether to go up and remind me.

I saw Jiang Yun running out.

Saluting and thanking the guards, Jiang Yun ran out.

Opening the car door and getting into the co-pilot, Jiang Yun rubbed her hands coldly.

Shang Yan smiled helplessly, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little.

He reached out and grabbed her rubbing hand, put it into his suit, and pressed it against his waist to keep warm.

Cai gently said: "It's cold, walk slowly."

The weather in Kyoto has been bewitched recently, dropping to freezing point all of a sudden.

Running wildly outdoors in this weather is tantamount to carrying ice skates with your face.

Jiang Yun freed one hand to pull the seat belt on, told Shang Yan to drive, and sat cross-legged on the seat.

The hand he put on his chest to keep warm moved restlessly before he said, "I want to see you soon."

When speaking, her palm fell on his heart.

Under the palm, the heart beat faster.

Shang Yan didn't change his face, started the car and started on the road.

After turning an intersection, he suddenly braked on the side of the road.

Jiang Yun's eyes overflowed with a smile.

In the next second, the man clasped the back of her head and leaned over to suck her lips.

Tossing and lingering.

The coldness on Jiang Yun's body had already dissipated.

Perhaps it was because the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned on too high, and she had difficulty breathing.

His heartbeat was about to jump out of his chest, and his face was flushed.

Shang Yan stared at her again and again, and his Adam's apple slipped several times before suppressing his impulse.

He bit her lip as punishment.

I can't bear her pain.

After all, he sighed helplessly: "Don't talk about love outside."

"It's easy to lose control," he said.

There is also experience in the car though.

But in broad daylight, Shang Yan could only grit his teeth and endure.

Jiang Yun smiled like a child who managed to steal candy, crossed her legs, and pulled his earlobe with a blushing face.

"Shanghai's self-control needs to be improved."

"In this regard, you have to learn from me."

Shang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and sent Xu Feng a message.

After restarting the car, he took the time to glance at her.

"You are seductive, and I am seduced."

"Active and passive, loss of control is inevitable."

Jiang Yun curled her lips and was about to refute.

But I heard Shang Yan add another sentence: "There are also many scenes where Major General Jiang loses control."

He said, and began to count them one by one.

"The last time I went back to Jiang's house, you took the initiative to pull me into the bathroom."

"The last time you were injured, it was because your eyes were red..."

"enough."

It was okay last time, mentioning the experience last time, Jiang Yun wanted to dig a hole to bury herself.

She was injured and spent five days in bed.

For some reason, when I opened my eyes that day, I saw Shang Yan changing clothes in front of me.

Suddenly I couldn't control it.

Knowing that there was an injury on her waist, she still begged with red eyes.

Shang Yan was afraid of hurting her, but she took the initiative to grab his hand...

Memories flooded my mind, and the pictures were unbearable.

She just remembers.

Later, play off.

The doctor came over to change her gauze, and seeing the overflowing blood, his face was livid.

Well, the doctor didn't dare to scold Shang Yan, nor did he dare to scold her.

I can only give them examples with earnestness and sincerity.

Try to let them know that a little intolerance can lead to a big conspiracy.

In the end, it was Shang Yan who took the blame and took the initiative to admit his mistake, so the doctor stopped chattering.

Thinking of the serious look of the doctor, Jiang Yun felt that the doctor might as well scold them.

Seeing her blushing, Shang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Well, I also lost control that time, and the two committed the same crime."

Jiang Yun glared at him and stopped talking.

The car drove all the way to Nanshan District.

Jiang Yun frowned, noticing something was wrong: "Where is this going?"

This is not the way to the hotel, nor the way back to Jiang's house or business.

Not to mention the way to the headquarters of a high-end luxury brand.

Shang Yan drove up the road around the mountain before answering: "Our wedding room."

They have a wedding room?

"I do not know how?"

Shang Yan looked back at her: "I originally wanted to surprise you."

Jiang Yun: "What about now?"

no need?

She doesn't deserve it?

Shang Yan was silent for two seconds.

He said calmly: "After thinking about it, surprises don't have to be saved until the wedding day."

"Since it is a wedding room, it can be put into use in advance."

This "use" is wonderful.

Jiang Yun tilted her head and looked at Shang Yan.

Seeing him sitting upright and serious, he wondered if he had too much yellow waste in his head.

When the car arrived at the top of the mountain, what came into view was a mansion built on the edge of the cliff, with black as the main tone, interspersed with logs and white lines as embellishments.

With a modern and simple exterior design, it was getting late at this point, and lights were lit up around the mansion.

The harsh lines of the mansion are softened, making the mansion in the twilight calm and firm.

It seems to be waiting for the arrival of its master at all times.

Jiang Yun, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was calm at first, until the whole view of the mansion came into view.

The person sitting cross-legged gradually sat up straight, staring straight at the mansion.

For no other reason, she saw the glass-transparent gymnasium on the far left of the mansion.

There is a boxing ring inside.

As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and ran out.

Straight to the gym with a clear goal.

Passing through the black and white luxury living room, Jiang Yun came to the gym.

The interior is equipped with fitness equipment that she often uses when she is in the hotel.

In the center is the boxing ring.

Turning a corner inside is a shooting gallery, which is dual-purpose for arrows and guns.

The mansion is deep and long, and the shooting gallery is indoors, which can extend to the outdoor garden.

Jiang Yun looked at it, her eyes lit up.

It was like her dream house.

Shang Yan came to the door, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, smiling at her eager back, his eyes full of doting.

However, before she was happy, Jiang Yun suddenly frowned, and looked back at Shang Yan: "This is inland, are you sure this shooting gallery can be used?"

This is a good question.

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows, pointed to the cabinet on the wall beside him: "Open it and have a look."

Jiang Yun opened the letter dubiously, and found that it contained the operation approval certificate of public security and market supervision.

All procedures are strictly reviewed and approved.

In other words, this is a real operational shooting gallery, but it is not open to the public.

In order to "operate" this shooting gallery, Shang Yan will pay taxes to the above to supplement the procedural information that should be taken every year according to Jiang Yun's usage.