[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"I don't completely believe you." Song Yundu frowned.

Song Cian nodded, "Of course, it's normal for you not to believe me based on my words." After saying this, Song Cian took out a few photos and handed them to Song Yundu, "You can take a look and choose whether to believe me or not after reading them. "

The person in the photo is none other than General Tolan of the Third Army. Tolan in the photo is sitting in his office. His forearm was injured, and green blood was slowly oozing from the wound. The blood of the Zerg is green.

001 is a product of the higher world, and the network here is easy for it to come and go. There is surveillance in Tolan's office, and the surveillance can only be viewed by himself, and no one else is qualified. But he can stop other people, but he can't stop 001.

Song Yundu reached out and took the photo. When he saw the content on the photo, his expression was obviously stunned.

"If you still don't believe it, you can ask someone to identify it to see if the content of the photo is synthetic." Song Cian said, "I also have a video here. I can send it to you if you need it."

Song Yundu had never seen Admiral Tuolan injured and bleeding, but that was a year ago. He recalled it carefully. During this year, Admiral Tolan had always avoided being injured. Even if he was injured inadvertently, he would bandage the wound himself. He never let others touch his wounds.

When things got to this point, Song Yundu already believed 90% of what Song Cian said.

Song Yundu squeezed the photo in his hand and looked up at Song Cian, "I believe you. How do you need me to cooperate with you at the banquet tomorrow night?"

……

After talking to Song Yundu, the sky had turned dark, and Song Cian rejected Song Yundu's suggestion to send him back. Neon lights of various colors flashed, and the sky was dotted with broken stars.

This place is not very far from where he lives, and Song Ci'an did not take a maglev or aircraft when he came out.

The cool night breeze blew by, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road. Song Ci'an was strolling on the roadside.

A gust of evening wind blew by, and Song Cian's eyes followed the blown leaves, and finally settled on the figure not far away.

The wind blew and the leaves fell, Song Ci'an quickened his pace, "Amian, why are you here."

He Mian raised his hand to straighten Song Ci'an's collar that was messed up by the wind, "It's a little late, I'm worried about you."

Song Ci'an reported today's itinerary to He Mian before going out, but the conversation with Song Yundu did take a long time.

The night was a little cool, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street.

The two walked side by side, and the moonlight was like water, stretching their figures very long.

……

Song Ci'an and He Mian boarded the aircraft together. The speed of the aircraft was faster than that of a maglev vehicle. The banquet held by the royal family was held at the Venatori Palace, which was far away from where the two lived, so they chose an aircraft.

The banquet had already started when the two arrived. The Wennatori Palace is a palace with a history of hundreds and nearly a thousand years. Times have changed, years have passed, and royal power has changed from generation to generation, but it still stands here, allowing thousands of years to leave traces on it.

The splendid inner hall bulges high, and the candles burning on the stone pillars carved with complicated patterns reveal a beating red light along the hollows. The lights in the main hall illuminate the world along the painted glass.

The ancient and luxurious hall is topped with brightly colored murals, and the hanging crystal lamps reflect the light and slowly fall into the hall with carved walls. The majestic palace is filled with the aftertaste of power and splendor, and the power and luxury here are a world of their own.

"Your Majesty, General He Mian and His Excellency Song Ci'an are here." An attendant lowered his head and said as he approached His Majesty, who was wearing gorgeous clothes.

The Empire's Majesty is a female Alpha, tall and beautiful. But to be able to seize the throne among a group of brothers and sisters, the strength and means should not be underestimated.

His Majesty Aymans touched the carved armrest, Simon stood beside him, and he had a clear view of the scene below, "Simon, what do you think their relationship is?"

"Mother, I don't know." Simon turned his head slightly and looked at the two people who entered the hall together.

"Someone told me that they are together, do you think it is credible?" His Majesty Aymans was thoughtful, his crystal earrings trembling slightly, and the red wine glass in his hand slowly shaking. Without waiting for Simon to answer, His Majesty Aymans continued, "I originally wanted Ruos to try for this opportunity, but now it seems that not everyone is as lucky as you."

Simon looked condescendingly at Song Yundu, who was exchanging drinks with others in the distance. Hearing this, he just lowered his head and said mother.

"Everyone is here, let's go down and meet, Simon." His Majesty Aymans put the red wine glass in his hand on the tray in the hand of the waiter, turned and left, and the crystal earrings did not shake much as he moved around.

"Yes." Simon whispered back, turned and walked downstairs.

Song Ci'an and He Mian walked into the hall, and the noisy noise in the hall seemed to decrease for a moment. Everyone looked at the two of them, especially Song Cian.

This newly promoted SS-class Alpha filled them with interest.

Song Ci'an didn't like this kind of socializing, but He Mian's status meant that he couldn't accompany Song Ci'an. "You go ahead and do your work first. I'll go over and sit down for a while." Song Ci'an gestured to the seat not far away. .

He Mian looked at the people around him who were watching eagerly, "What will you do if you fall in love with someone else while I'm gone?"

Song Ci'an turned around, under the unusually gorgeous lights, in front of everyone, and gently kissed He Mian's thin, cold lips, "This way they will know that I am a famous person with a wife, and they will not come here to find me." If I die, I won’t like them anymore.”

He Mian's ears were slightly red. The two of them had been stuck together for the past few days. They had never done anything, but they were still a little shy in front of everyone. "Okay." He Mian responded.

Perhaps that kiss shocked many people. Song Cian sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, and few people with special thoughts came to see her.

Quite a few people came over to make friends.

The goblet in his hand shook slightly, blood-red liquid rippling in the glass, exuding an alluring and complex aroma.

"Your Excellency Song Ci'an." A very clear voice.

Song Ci'an raised his head and stood up. The pincushion flowers reflected a brilliant light under the dim light. He leaned slightly and said, "Your Highness Ruos."

"You know me?" The young man seemed a little surprised and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes." Song Ci'an said.

When people around him saw His Highness Ruos coming to see Song Cian, they all looked like they were watching a show. His Majesty Aymans intended to bring Song Cian and Ruos together and give them a marriage, but the kiss that Song Cian and He Mian just shared in front of everyone declared that His Majesty Aymans's idea was impossible to realize.

Now if Ruosi takes the initiative to come to Song Ci'an again, he might know what will happen in the Shura field. Of course, there may also be some good drama about the concubine having a lover unintentionally.