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

After a long time, the person on the bed rolled out a mocking chuckle from his hoarse throat.

She didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky to be caught here.

Yacheng.

The place where she went on a mission for the last time before marriage.

Her mission is to sneak into Yacheng to find out the structure inside and help the army prepare for the later storm.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't long before she came in again.

The feeling of powerlessness coming from the inside out of the body was obviously injected with something unclean.

Yacheng is a den of drugs that don't care.

She was not surprised to be drugged.

She didn't take enough precautions, so she confessed.

The undulating arc of Jiang Yun's chest was struggling.

But she didn't know how long she had been taken away, and she wasn't sure whether Shang Yan had discovered her disappearance.

On the last night of the honeymoon, he was left alone.

Jiang Yun didn't dare to think about how he would react...

Every night, after everything was over, he would hug her tightly, wishing to rub her into the marrow of his bones.

He who secretly confesses his love for her after she falls asleep.

You should be blaming yourself to the point of despair...

Heart suffocation spread, Jiang Yun struggled and tried to move her fingers, but her body didn't seem to be her own.

No matter how hard she tried, her fingertips did not move at all.

Shang Yan...

Shang Yan...

The more uncontrollable the body is, the more desperate the suffocation in the heart will be.

The turbulent and fanatical love and apology towards him were like a flood, seeming to drown her and suffocate her.

She is not afraid of danger or death, but she is afraid if something happens to her.

Today's Shang Yan will become the former her...

She understands the despair of a person who is burdened with self-blame and can't breathe for countless nights.

She understands that when a person bears remorse, mentioning memories, mentioning that name will make her feel so distressed that she will twitch weakly.

She knows better how hard it is to spend her whole life blaming and regretting for one person.

She didn't want to, and she didn't want to give up Shang Yan to become who she used to be.

……

The dead silence spread at night, and Jiang Yun lay down for almost an hour.

Time goes by.

The more intense and turbulent the yearning for Shang Yan was in his mind.

The tears in the corners of his eyes had already dried up, and he held his breath for a long time.

Jiang Yun exhausted all her physical strength, her body was beyond her control, and for her, every second was a physical and mental torment.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many attempts.

The moment she finally regained some strength, she gathered strength and bit her tongue hard.

The severe pain spread along the tip of the tongue to every nerve in the brain and limbs.

The smell of blood spread in the mouth, like a reservoir that has leaked, and the senses belonging to this body are recovering little by little.

She slowly opened the corner of her mouth, and thick blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

She didn't pant until there was no blood flowing from her tongue, until her body could barely move.

Trying to move every finger, regaining control over this body.

...

At the same time, the military camp outside Yacheng was stationed.

Peng Hui straddled the tent with his hands behind his back, looking forward through the faint moonlight at a man who had been sitting for an unknown amount of time in the cold and windy night.

Before it was dark, Shang Yan was sitting here.

Almost stubbornly, obstinately and silently staring in the direction of Yacheng.

The man who seemed to have an unstable face had a cold and dead silence around him.

If it weren't for the cold wind that could still blow his hair, I'm afraid people would mistake it for a sculpture.

Xu Feng came out from the side, saw the man sitting in the night with his back still stiff, and sighed:

"With this temperature, if Mr. Shang sits down again, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on before the young lady comes back."

The temperature is below zero, and the night is cold and windy.

Shang Yan sat there alone for hours without moving.

Xu Feng knew that he was punishing himself.

But no matter how much you blame yourself, you can't risk your life.

He pushed Peng Hui's arm: "How about..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sound of hurried footsteps beside him.

The next second, Qin Qu appeared beside him with red eyes: "Yunyun, there is news about Yunyun!"

In a word, it is like an icicle that explodes in a winter night.

The man who was still motionless a second ago stood up almost reflexively the moment Qin Qu mentioned Jiang Yun's name.

However, he sat too long on winter nights.

His already stiff limbs were out of control, and he fell forward as soon as he stood up.

Xu Feng and Peng Hui turned their heads to look, startled: "Mr. Shang!"

"master!"

Throwing down the things in their hands, the two ran over with their legs apart.

But he saw Shang Yan's trembling hands, blue from the cold, struggled and trembled to get up from the ground.

The sudden movement made the blood in his body almost coagulate and then suddenly surged. The conflict between stillness and movement made the limbs numb uncontrollably.

Immediately, my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But even so, the man's cold and handsome face was still silent.

Avoiding Xu Feng's hand that was trying to support him, he walked forward tremblingly.

Standing behind him, Xu Feng and Peng Hui couldn't tell what it was like to see his staggering and stiff steps.

They have been with Shang Yan for more than ten years.

In my impression, President Shang has always been a god-like existence.

His image in front of people is always meticulous, and he is an unattainable business genius in everyone's eyes.

So rigorous that even a strand of hair can't be faulted.

This was the first time they saw Shang Yan in such a miserable and humble way.

The man who fell into the yellow sand, his black coat was stained with yellow sand.

Hair messy hanging down the forehead.

Every step I took was accompanied by stiff knees trembling.

But even so, he still stumbled to Qin Qu at the fastest speed.

Qin Qu was shocked by Shang Yan's appearance.

Until his eyes met those scarlet hurried eyes, it seemed as if he was hit straight into the depths of his soul by something.

Set off a stormy wave.

"Boss..."

"Yunyun, where is it?" Shang Yan gasped and stared at Qin Qu.

The dark eyes could not tell whether it was eagerness or pleading.

A man who is 1.8 meters close to 1.9 meters is not as tall as his chest at this moment.

The whole person was trembling and hunched over, almost waiting for his news with the last breath.

Qin Qu clenched his teeth, his voice hoarse: "The headquarters received a message from her."

He reached out his hand to support Shang Yan's almost unsteady body.

But he avoided it, staring at him tightly with a pair of eyes, waiting for his next sentence.

Qin Qu was helpless, "We can only be sure that she is safe now."

Jiang Yun sent back the information through the military's special contact information.

The only thing to know is that she is safe, nothing else.

Looking at the dimming light in Shang Yan's eyes.

Qin Qu opened his mouth.

I want to tell him that Jiang Yun knows Yacheng very well, as long as she wakes up, there will be no great danger.

But the words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them.

This is a secret mission. Even if the mission is completed, as a soldier, he can only keep it secret.

"President Shang, don't worry, if Yunyun can send back the news, it proves that she is out of danger."

After struggling for a long time, Qin Qu could only say this sentence.

Shang Yan stared at Qin Qu's hesitant expression, and lowered his eyes.

He didn't speak, just turned around and entered the tent.