The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Dong Yun saw that she had been deep in thought and silent, so he came over and took a look.

She also saw the photo above.

Dong Yun said: "Yesterday we went to the scene to take pictures, and other reporters were taking pictures of the little boy. He had no background, and his photo was printed in the newspaper. No one was afraid that he would cause trouble."

She felt a little depressed as she spoke.

"You don't like this?" Song Huiyi asked her.

"I don't like it. I used to say, 'I hate that there are no books in the world to spread news.' But now that it exists, it lacks the appearance it should have. This is the tragedy of journalists."

Dong Yun shook his head vigorously, squeezed the paper Song Huiyi copied tightly, and continued,

"Yesterday you specifically emphasized not to disclose the boy's information. I think it's very good. Today you gave me such an article again... Boss, I was originally frightened that Miss Qinggang took over the newspaper, but after a few months, I feel that you are better than Others are more respectful…”

For ordinary people like them, they would think that gangs do all kinds of evil.

Especially the Qing Gang, whose power almost dominates the entire Nancheng.

"I'm not that good."

Song Huiyi pointed to the name in the newspaper last week, "People say he punishes evil and promotes good, but in fact he is fighting violence with violence. He is not a purely good person."

She paused, then turned her eyes to the office again, "Have you heard anything good about the man sitting inside? In private, he is vigorously banning smoking and wants the people to be at peace."

There are no purely good people in this world.

Anyone who wants to do great things has blood on his hands.

Dong Yun seemed to understand.

Xiao Chen bought breakfast and brought it up.

Song Huiyi stood up and took it. She left two copies for Tan Shaoyuan and Bai Su, and brought the other copy into the office.

Shen Yuqing did not lie down.

He changed his posture and sunk into the soft chair. His black military boots were folded and placed on her desk. He put his hands on his stomach and closed his eyes to rest.

He opened his eyes when she came in.

"Huiyi, you sleep so well!" Shen Yuqing smiled when he saw her. He waved to her, "Your smell is everywhere! It's like hypnosis!"

"Dog nose." Song Huiyi was used to his dirty words.

She pushed his legs away expressionlessly, put breakfast on the table, "Eat."

"Wontons?" Shen Yuqing glanced at it and smiled sullenly, "Want to have a bowl with me?"

"I've already had breakfast, this is yours."

Song Huiyi glanced at him.

Only then did she notice that there was a faint cyan color under his eyes, the traces of a night of sleepless nights.

She had so many mixed feelings in her heart that she didn't know what to feel.

"Adjutant Tan said you didn't sleep all night. There is no need to do this for me next time. Just do your own thing." She couldn't help but speak.

"You are my business too!" Shen Yuqing said solemnly.

Song Huiyi ignored him.

She sat, spread out the newspaper in her hand, and continued to read what was written in the newspaper.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Shen Yuqing suddenly asked her while eating wontons.

Song Huiyi raised his eyes in surprise.

She didn't say anything, how could he know she was in a bad mood?

"I feel it, you're in a bad mood."

"It's nothing."

Song Huiyi told him about the photo, and said, "On the one hand, they criticized the undersecretary of finance for his inappropriate behavior and moral incompetence, and for bullying the children in the theater troupe, who were from poor families and had no background. On the other hand, because the child had no background, they openly printed his photo. Used as a gimmick in the newspapers."

"So my Huiyi still has such a kind heart!" Shen Yuqing swallowed a wonton.

Song Huiyi glared at him: "I'm not a good person, and I'm not as heartless as you."

Why is she talking to such a heartless person?

"You are a good person!" Shen Yuqing praised her.

He scooped up a wonton, put it to his mouth and gave it a hammer before bringing it to her, "It's delicious! Eat one!"

He chirped, as if teasing a puppy.

"Don't make such a sound!" Song Huiyi glanced at the spoon in his hand and raised his shoulders to avoid it, "I don't want to eat what you have eaten."

"You've already swallowed your saliva, do you still mind this?"

Shen Yuqing pushed the spoon to her lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and threatened her with a smile, "Huiyi, you know, I always have a way to make you eat."

Song Huiyi ate it reluctantly.

She took a bite of wonton into her mouth.

As soon as she took a bite, the soup splashing inside the wonton made her gasp.

So hot!

The skin is cold, but the filling inside is still hot.

She took several breaths, but the scalding heat still didn't go away. She hurriedly took the handkerchief and wanted to spit out the wontons.

A large hand reached to her mouth.

"Spit it out." Shen Yuqing said.

Song Huiyi was stunned for a moment.

She kept her mouth open and looked up at him blankly.

"It's not hot anymore? Spit it out!" He put his big hand on her lips, pinched her chin tightly, and pushed the back of her head with his other hand, and the wontons in his mouth fell into his palm. .

He stood up and threw the wontons in the trash can.

When he turned around, he casually wiped his hands on his military pants twice.

One second Song Huiyi was secretly sighing at his behavior, and the next second she looked at his actions and couldn't help showing a disgusted expression: "You are so rough."

"What's wrong? I don't think the wontons you spit out are dirty, but you dislike me?" Shen Yuqing didn't care.

He raised his hand and wiped it on his military pants again.

Song Huiyi said: "That's what you insist on me eating. If I don't eat, there will be nothing wrong with it."

She bit the tip of her tongue, feeling it tingle.

There was still soup in the wontons, and it all burst out when you took a bite. It was indeed very hot.

Shen Yuqing snorted and slapped her on the head: "You heartless little thing!"

He even condescended to help her pick up the wontons she had chewed with his hands, but he didn't say a word of good.

She is the most heartless one.

"Which hand did you use!" Song Huiyi covered his head and shouted dissatisfied.

"What's wrong? Don't you like dirty hands?" Shen Yuqing raised his hand to strike down again, but Song Huiyi hurriedly avoided it.

She covered her head, and Shen Yuqing pulled her hand off with one hand.

He came closer to her, with a frivolous smile on his face: "It looks so good! Why don't you let me touch your face and rub it?"

He deliberately teased her.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch her face, she retracted her whole body into the seat, covered her entire face, raised her foot and kicked his calf: "Go and wash your hands!"

"Blindly exquisite."

He didn't care about this little thing at all.

Shen Yuqing trains troops at the station all year round and gives personal guidance. Most of his body is dirty. Every time I returned to the military camp at night, my military uniforms and boots were covered in dust and mud.

He often takes his soldiers to hunt in the mountains. The prey he catches can be eaten raw by plucking the hair on the spot. Why do you care about this dirty thing?

However, Song Huiyi thought, Shen Yuqing still washed his hands obediently.

The office has cubicles with sinks inside.

He came back quickly, his hands wet.

Almost everyone rushed over, raised his hand and slapped the water droplets on her face.

Song Huiyi couldn't dodge, and all the water drops splashed onto her face.

She raised her hands to resist, but was forced back by him.

She couldn't help it anymore and suddenly smiled: "Shen Yuqing, stop making trouble."