Can read minds and not mark

The first time it may have been an auditory hallucination, but the second time there is no such option.

Lin Han's gloves were still stained with wine, so he had to continue to wipe them casually with the handkerchief He Yunting gave him.

After Lin Han took the handkerchief, he felt that the tall and oppressive man in front of him moved away from him a little - it seemed that the other man took a step back in a very gentlemanly manner.

However, what the other party said just now was still in his ears, and Lin Han was completely unmoved by such gentlemanly behavior.

He Yunting didn't know this, and he looked down at Lin Han. He looked away calmly when he saw that there were no wine stains on his hands.

Lin Han raised his head and saw He Yunting turning his head and looking away, his eyebrows cold, and a strand of uncovered silver hair leaking out of his military cap.

It seemed that he was not the one who was hit, handed the handkerchief to him, and said in his heart that he smelled so good.

"General?"

After confirming that this was what the other party was thinking, Lin Han lost the shock and anger before. When he spoke again, not only did he not show any anger, but he also raised his face and raised the corners of his mouth with unknown meaning.

Don't you have anything to say?

Do you know me? Why can you smell me?

Lin Han wanted to ask, but he raised his head and saw the fine sweat on the side of He Yunting's face due to the pain. In the end, the words just turned around in his mouth and was swallowed by himself.

Forget it, he thought.

Both of them were embarrassed to ask. What's more, I won't have much interaction with He Yunting.

He thought so and kept the problem in his mind for the time being.

When He Yunting heard Lin Han speak, he turned around and looked at Lin Han expressionlessly and silently, as if he was curious about what Lin Han asked him to do.

Lin Han didn't make it clear, and He Yunting didn't say anything or make any unnecessary moves.

However, his eyes and hair color were so special that Lin Han couldn't help but look at him, and saw a blue version of himself in the other person's eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, until He Yunting took the initiative to look away.

He stopped looking at Lin Han and walked straight to the main hall, as if nothing had happened. He was still the arrogant one who didn't care about anything and was the coldest weapon in the empire.

Seeing that his boss had left, Lu Anhe walked towards Lin Han and said, "Mr. Lin, I will take you back."

Lin Han watched the tall, green figure walking away into the Vanity Fair, where people were drinking glasses of wine.

When the people in the main hall saw He Yunting coming back, there was another noisy and noisy congratulations, and everyone's congratulations were thoughtful.

Lin Han followed Lu Anhe in the opposite direction, and the noisy voices gradually became inaudible.

Could it be that he doesn't like such an occasion either? Lin Han still held the mecha's key and He Yunting's SSS-level sample in his hand, thinking about it for no reason.

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After all, Lu Anhe is He Yunting's most trustworthy subordinate, and can even fly He Yunting's personal aircraft.

Lin Han thanked him politely and reported his address.

Lu Anhe repeated the location mentioned by Lin Han: "Mr. Lin lives near the Imperial Army? Let me confirm the location."

Lin Han said "hmm" and said casually: "I studied there for a long time, and then I chose it when the country allocated it."

Lu Anhe started the aircraft, and then took out a bag of snacks from the box on the side of the driver's seat with ease, opened it and put it in his mouth. He turned to look at Lin Han happily and handed over a bag: "Mr. Lin, do you want to eat?" ?”

Lin Han wanted to refuse, but when he came today, the nutritional supplements were not used yet. He was called over by He Yunting before the banquet even started. He didn't eat anything, so he took it anyway: "Thank you."

Lu Anhe smiled and pointed to the place where the snacks were placed: "If you don't have enough, take more. There are more here."

Lin Han asked curiously: "Isn't this the admiral's aircraft?"

He even hid some snacks.

"Yes." Probably because his leader was away, Lu Anhe relaxed a little more, "I hid it all secretly."

Lin Han found it interesting: "Did you hide your snacks on his aircraft?"

Lu Anhe has a good personality, he has a tiger tooth when he smiles, and he is approachable. If I didn’t say it, it would be almost impossible to imagine that he is the adjutant of the cold admiral: “I often help him fly aircraft, and if the times are too many, I just Hidden a little.”

Lin Han: "Your general also eats snacks?"

Lu Anhe turned on the autopilot, turned around and waved to Lin Han: "No, no, no, he never eats these, it's very boring."

Lu Anhe wrinkled his nose as he recalled, seemingly not feeling the slightest bit guilty about exposing his boss: "Not to mention snacks, he only ate the most standard military meals - the kind that were nutritious but unchanging, and... Too much will make me want to vomit.”

Lin Han had seen army meals before when he was a student in the Imperial Army. They were standard proportions and nutritionally balanced, but they were unpalatable.

Lu Anhe chatted with him casually for a few more words, and the aircraft stopped downstairs at its destination.

Lin Han thanked him: "As for the mecha, the institute will repair it as soon as possible, please don't worry."

"Okay," Lu Anhe left him a contact information. "If anything happens, just call him through the communicator. Then I'll go back first, the boss is still waiting for me."

Lin Han returned home and planned to find a nutritional supplement to use first, but as soon as he finished washing, a signal different from a weak constitution came from his body. He took two steps, frowned and opened the calendar on the light screen.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

Fever, fatigue, dryness and depression.

But there are obviously still several days left.

Lin Han sighed, took out the inhibitor from the incubator, injected one skillfully, and slowly waited for the feeling to subside.

He suddenly remembered the two times he touched He Yunting's hand today.

Is it really because you are in early estrus that the other person smells your pheromones?

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On the other side, Lu Anhe parked the aircraft and returned to the celebration banquet.

The banquet was still bustling with people. It seemed that the emperor had already visited and everyone had started to enjoy the dinner.

It's not difficult to find He Yunting, just follow the focus of everyone's eyes and look over.

Although everyone wanted to curry favor with the general, few dared to toast him.

"General." After all, there were many people present. When he walked to He Yunting, Lu Anhe still used the honorific respectfully, "Send him back."

He Yunting nodded after hearing this, and after a second, he confessed as if he was worried: "Did you stress to him about the mecha? It needs to be repaired as soon as possible."

Lu Anhe's eyelids twitched: "...I've said it."

"Yes." He Yunting finally said in a low voice with satisfaction.

Lu Anhe's seat was next to He Yunting's. The dinner had started for a while, and the table in front of him was already filled with exquisite tableware and delicious food.

He knew that He Yunting would probably only eat the most basic staple food as usual and would not touch anything else - but he was different. He felt that it was a great sin to let down the food.

After the staple food was served, after a while, it was time for all kinds of unique desserts to compete.

Lu Anhe has a sweet tooth, so he picked out several desserts on the tray, including the cake, mousse and chocolate.

Satisfied, he returned to his seat and sat down, placing the plate. Just when he was about to pick a good-looking one to eat, He Yunting beside him suddenly said in a cold voice: "Wait a minute."

Lu Anhe still had something in his hand: "What's wrong, boss?"

Logically speaking, it's nothing serious, and the boss shouldn't interrupt his meal.

He Yunting rarely felt a little uncomfortable. There was a trace of confusion on his face, and he pointed at the thing in Lu Anhe's hand: "What is this?"

Lu Anhe was confused: "Bu, Pudding, what's the problem?"

He Yunting's face was serious: "Give me a moment."

"Huh??" Lu Anhe did as he was told, but he was still very confused.

He saw He Yunting taking the pudding in his hand, and then seemed to be struggling for a while. Finally, with a cold face, he lowered his head and smelled it very rigorously.

"??" Lu Anhe's expression gradually became astonished. Is it poisonous?

Something even more shocking happened to him——

He saw He Yunting picking up the untouched spoon, frowning, and with a solemn expression, as if the small bone china bowl in his hand was enemy intelligence, and tapped the surface of the pudding.

The next second, He Yunting suddenly poked the spoon hard, and the baked caramel shell shattered!

Then he saw the admiral take a spoonful of pudding and eat it very seriously.

"???"

Lu Anhe looked at his direct leader with horror on his face.

Why did the boss suddenly start eating these things?

what happened.

But before he could figure it out, he heard He Yunting speak again: "Bring me another one of the same kind."

Lu Anhe quickly handed over another complete pudding.

So this time, he saw the admiral tapping the pudding with a pure gold spoon to reveal an attractive brown sugar surface after being roasted by a blowtorch, making a crisp sound, and then took another bite without much skill -

This time, He Yunting didn't eat the pudding. He just rolled some sugar tablets on the spoon with his tongue and slowly put it on the tip of his tongue to melt.

"This is it."

Lu Anhe looked at him as if he were a ghost.

What, is the empire going to fall?

Or is it that the Zerg next door have finally taken over this galaxy.

But He Yunting had no time to pay attention to Lu Anhe's expressions of seeing a ghost.

His mouth was filled with sweetness with a bit of burnt brown taste. It was obviously not a delicacy, but he felt that he liked it more than all the food in front of him.

He seems to be born to fight. He has been placed with countless hopes since childhood and has participated in too many rigorous and cruel trainings. Sometimes even he feels like a machine. He doesn't need other unnecessary things, he will only be loyal to the empire.

Everyone said that he was the hope of the empire, the strongest shield and the sharpest spear.

He Yunting has experienced too many battles. In the most difficult time, he and Lu Anhe had to fight each other for almost a week with a nutritional supplement to win. Looking back now, he doesn't think it was anything worthy of praise.

Even though his meritorious service allowed him to own a manor and wealth that were the envy of countless people, he still lacked interest in material things, and his three meals a day were the same standard military meals.

And now, for the first time, he was interested in food other than standard meals.

His mouth was filled with the sweet aroma of caramel, which he had never tasted before.

It seemed to be the smell of the mecha master when we shook hands just now.

Not only does it smell good, it's also sweet.