Can read minds and not mark

As we all know, the admiral's adjutant, Lu Anhe, has a mecha with extremely strong defense, which is named "Aegis Shield".

Different from mechas of general proportions, it looks slightly bulkier. The arms and legs of the mecha are slightly shorter, but the fuselage is longer and heavier. Its attack power may not be as good as other S-class mechas in combat, but it can defend itself. The strongest light barrier was erected from the fuselage, so Lu Anhe gave it this name out of the blue.

And now its owner is holding its key, shivering in the United Front Department of the Second Mecha Ground.

Behind He Yunting is a complex and sophisticated console, with various battle images switching between split screens.

He spread his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Lu Anhe, who was huddled in the revolving chair. His blue eyes reflected the frightened face of the young lieutenant colonel.

"Boss! I have shed sweat for the empire! I have shed blood fighting the Zerg! You can't just ignore the kindness and burn the bridge!"

"I know." General He affirmed the adjutant's statement, "Just rub it in."

"I know it's due for an annual inspection! But it really doesn't need repairing!"

"Guaranteed not to affect any functions." The admiral added warmly.

"But there is training recently! I have to use it!" Lu Anhe was still resisting stubbornly.

He Yunting exposed it ruthlessly: "I don't need your machine for training recently."

Lu Anhe hid the hand holding the key behind his back and resisted: "No, boss! Zeus is my other half! Do you understand the other half! Borrowing it is like borrowing my wife!"

He Yunting raised his eyebrows.

Lu Anhe frowned: "Really! Just like you and Mr. Lin——"

He stopped the car mid-sentence.

He Yunting frowned with half-raised eyebrows.

Lu Anhe realized what he had said, but he couldn't take it back after all, so he could only continue to protect his keys and wait for his boss to be punished.

"Then -" He Yunting thought for a moment and was about to continue giving orders.

But just as he was about to continue speaking, Lu Anhe sighed: "I'll go, I'll go! I'll help you date Mr. Lin! But you are not allowed to attack my Zeus!"

Lieutenant Colonel Lu frowned.

It turned out that He Yunting had entered Lin Han's office and scrapped all the drafts before he said "Lu An and the mecha are also broken". As a result, Lin Han looked at him with strange eyes for a long time and said "Oh" The admiral was already giving the admiral a headache. Now that he could get a date without removing the Aegis of Zeus, He Yunting was naturally satisfied. What he was waiting for was this sentence, decisively: "Okay."

Lu Anhe was relieved that his baby had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil and burst into tears.

The leader's satisfaction is the greatest satisfaction. Lieutenant Colonel Lu, who had saved his wife, hid the mecha key with great care, then turned around and spoke again: "Boss! I still have a question that I have always wanted to ask."

He Yunting looked sideways at him with doubts in his eyes.

"Why do you want to invite Mr. Lin?"

And also using the fact that my mecha is broken as a lame excuse.

He Yunting pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lu Anhe's eyes looked serious, not like a casual question mixed with the gossip of a curious leader.

Just like... if He Yunting said "yes" and said "love at first sight", then the adjutant would have the courage to complete a military order.

But He Yunting really worked hard to straighten his thoughts.

I really can’t tell.

His understanding of this area is zero, and any area must be explored bit by bit. It doesn't seem to be a responsible thing to rashly say that he fell in love at first sight.

To him, to myself.

Lu Anhe was still observing his expression fearlessly, but He Yunting didn't care much at the moment.

"I don't know," he said.

Last time it was "no", this time it's "I don't know".

There was silence for a long time, and just when Lu Anhe thought that the issue was over, He Yunting's voice came again: "But... I want to see him."

Lu Anhe made a move.

"I don't like banquets either." He Yunting said.

But if there is that person, it should be better.

He didn't say the last sentence, and Lu Anhe didn't ask anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll make an appointment for you." Lu Anhe, who had no other choice, sighed and decided that since he couldn't escape, he might as well help his leader with advice, "Then should I help Mr. Lin prepare something?"

He Yunting only thought about inviting people, and didn't think about anything else: "What are you preparing for?"

"The dress." Lu Anhe said, "Last time you celebrated your victory, Mr. Lin came wearing the uniform of the institute. This time it is your birthday after all..."

"Okay." He Yunting finally agreed with Lu Anhe's suggestion, and mentally approved of this talkative subordinate's behavior of always hiding snacks on his aircraft, and even decided to give him a little extra salary.

"Okay, then I'll go get ready." After the crisis was over, Lu Anhe put the keys away and was stopped by He Yunting when he walked to the door.

"You pick out some styles of clothes and I'll choose them." He Yunting said in a cold tone.

"...Oh." Lu Anhe nodded.

"Wait a minute." Lu Anhe asked the last question, "There will also be a dance at the dinner. Do you want to know about it?"

-

Three days later, Wen Tianyao’s dinner.

He Yunting attended as scheduled.

His Royal Highness the Prince announced at the beginning of the banquet that today was also the general's birthday. After hearing this, many people immediately came over to express their congratulations and elaborated on their admiration and love for the general.

He Yunting was as cold and taciturn as ever, and all the compliments were blocked by him with a cold face, as if today was not his birthday, but more like a debt collection day.

He sat in the seat arranged for the birthday boy and looked at the door in silence.

Wen Tianyao also came over, smiled and congratulated He Yunting in front of everyone, and said that he had prepared a gift for him, which would be delivered to the manor after the banquet was over.

He Yunting's expression didn't show much joy. He just said "thank you" lightly and said nothing more.

Wen Tianyao didn't seem to mind, and after chatting for a few more words, he continued to chat and laugh with others.

Lu Anhe sat down with He Yunting and felt the waves of low pressure coming from beside him.

"I took a look, and it's hard to tell which side the prince belongs to," Lu Anhe said, leaning closer. "There are two factions. He is comfortable with both factions. It's hard to say which side he belongs to."

"Besides, to say the least, if it was him, he couldn't be stupid enough for us to find out." Lu Anhe stopped here.

Yes.

This prince is the future heir, so he obviously cannot have any position, so why would he want to move a general who has no other position like him?

Even if he moved, what would he gain from it?

-Obviously, nothing.

Not even the slightest benefit can be gained.

Apparently He Yunting had also considered this matter. He nodded slightly: "It's really unlikely that it's him. Don't worry too much."

Lu An said "Yeah".

After all, the situation was not right, so He Yunting stopped mentioning the matter.

The prince's dinner is indeed not as rigid as the traditional one. Everything is casual. There is no need to sit in a certain position for half the night and eat fixed food that may not necessarily suit your taste.

You can pick up any food and wine by yourself. There are no fixed seats, so you can come as you like.

Originally, everyone didn't come to this place to eat. After a while, Wen Tianyao said that he had arranged a dance and invited everyone to join him.

Hearing these words, Lu Anhe felt the pressure of the people around him drop again.

As the atmosphere gradually became warmer, many people also stepped onto the dance floor.

"Boss..." Lu Anhe only dared to speak and did not dare to look at anyone.

After all, he was the one who vowed to invite people here a few days ago.

"Yeah." He Yunting responded solemnly, "Forget it."

It's not like he wasn't prepared for rejection.

Lu Anhe whispered: "Mr. Lin said he would consider it... I always think he can agree..."

After all, all the dresses sent over have been collected.

He Yunting said nothing, his eyes were heavy.

-

When Lin Han arrived at the designated place, he was already half an hour late.

Because it was almost dinner time before he decided to keep the appointment.

He was wearing the white dress prepared by He Yunting for him, with a unique and exquisite black tie at the collar. It was less dull and more noble than the uniforms of the institute. From a distance, he looked like a very handsome and elegant man. Little white poplar.

Lin Han followed the steps and entered the venue smoothly. He was about to find a corner to sit down away from the crowd, and also looked for the seats of He Yunting and Lu Anhe.

That day He Yunting came to him and said a bunch of hard and illogical words. He thought it was a bit funny, but he didn't deliberately embarrass the other person.

Although Lin Han had no relevant experience, he was still smart and knew that Lu Anhe most likely invited him because of He Yunting, but in the end, he somehow managed not to refuse directly, saying that he would consider it, and even accepted the invitation that was specially sent to him the next day. dress.

Probably because Lu Anhe repeatedly said several times when inviting him that today is He Yunting's birthday.

He remembered that day, when Wen Tianyao mentioned the general's birthday, He Yunting's face was full of indifference, as if it was a completely insignificant day.

The other person probably hasn't celebrated his birthday in a long time.

As long as Lin Han can remember, there has been no father in the family. Fortunately, his mother is very gentle and remembers his birthday every year, and the two of them celebrate it together.

And he heard that the admiral never celebrated his birthday and couldn't even remember the date.

Then consider it a celebration for him.

A birthday should be a day worth remembering.

Thinking like this, Lin Han finally came.

But he didn't know that when he first entered the hall, Lu Anhe saw him not far away. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to He Yunting: "Boss, he is here."

-

As the dance began, the surrounding lights gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint, blurry light flowing on the dance floor.

The music is also just right, like a not too violent catalyst, infecting people subtly.

The spotlights were scattered aimlessly across the dance floor, and pairs of people were swaying on the dance floor. Some were strangers meeting for the first time, and some were lovers. People were swaying on the dance floor, waiting for the moment when the lights dimmed, and when the music changed. Then there were people who couldn't restrain themselves and hugged each other and kissed each other, lingering and sticky, and their lips were sometimes filled with sweet gasps and loving words.

No one will notice who's cheeks are red, and no one will blame who is behaving ambiguously.

On this occasion, too many possibilities were acquiesced.

Lin Han sat at a table not far from the dance floor and watched all this.

Everywhere he looked, he saw a stranger kissing her passionately.

He subconsciously looked away.

Is it possible that He Yunting is among these people?

But before he could think about it, a low murmur came from the crowd.

Everyone saw that the admiral, who had been acting like a statue and was inhumane, suddenly stood up and walked towards the dance floor.

Is the general also willing to join?

Some people think boldly.

Is there an Omega among them that makes the admiral come this way?

Probably He Yunting was so conspicuous that even the lights were attracted to him and chased after him.

The people who were kissing quietly stopped, and looked at him either blatantly or cautiously in the ambiguous light.

The tall man's eyes were confused for a moment at first, as if he was looking for something, but when he cast his eyes on the young man sitting near the dance floor, his eyes became firm.

The music didn't stop, He Yunting stepped forward without squinting.

Through the sticky and ambiguous kiss, through the alluring and decadent sound.

He stood in front of a young man who was looking elsewhere in a daze.

-

Lin Han didn't realize at all that he had unknowingly become the center of attention at the banquet.

This scene is not suitable for him. He wants to find someone, but he feels unable to move forward.

At this moment, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.

Lin Han turned his head in response.

The music was still flowing gently in his ears, carrying the temptation of the aroma of wine.

The imperial general who was admired by thousands of people stood in front of him and looked at him. His handsome face still had a pale expression, but Lin Han always felt that the other person was not as indifferent as when they first met.

Probably because he was a little hasty when he arrived, He Yunting had a strand of silver hair hanging on his forehead, but his eyes were still shining with azure light.

Lin Han forgot to say hello in an instant.

The tall man stood in front of the handsome young man in a white dress, paused for a moment, and finally bent down to salute like a gentleman. He put one hand behind his back and handed the other hand to the young man in a slightly unfamiliar manner.

"I would like to ask you to dance, Mr. Lin."

When he spoke, his voice was like the gentle but not biting white snow shrouded in the winter sun.