Alternative Rival

Bo Jue took Zhao Qingge's hand and walked all the way back. Her young and never-changing face was filled with a big smile, like a flower that never faded, as if she was declaring her happiness to everyone passing by. The unhealed scars on her face have long been forgotten by her, and she is so happy that she can't find Bei at all.

Zhao Qingge pushed her shoulder, wanting to call her attention, but Bo Jue turned to look at her and said with a smile, "Huh?"

Zhao Qingge looked at her and paused for a while, then said, "Forget it, it's nothing."

Bo Jue wanted to ask, "What is nothing?"

Zhao Qingge had no choice but to say honestly: "Let you pay attention to your image."

"How much is an image worth?" Bo Jue licked her body aggressively, and kept asking her ear, as if drunk, "Why didn't I know there is such a thing as image, they love to see it Go, don't you allow people to love each other?"

Zhao Qingge avoided her hands and feet and said, "Who is in love with you?"

"You, you, it's you."

"Get those hooves of yours off my shoulders."

"I do not."

"I'm sorry."

Bo Jue immediately sold out, and said pitifully, "Do you see such a deep scar on my face? Do you have the heart to bully a sick patient?"

Zhao Qingge stretched out a finger mercilessly, and poked her forehead open: "Now I think of the scar on your face? Didn't you say you like to see it? You don't look like you have a big deal with your spirit. Hurry up, it's getting dark."

Bo Jue thought for a while, and brought up an eternal topic.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Go to the cafeteria."

"What to eat?"

"Eat what you see."

Bo Jue chuckled: "I have a good place to go, let's go and eat."

Zhao Qingge asked doubtfully, "Where are you going?"

"You'll know if you follow me." Bo Jue pulled her and started running.

On a moderately bustling commercial street in Tianyuan.com, as night fell, various shops on both sides of the street put up signs of "Closing" one after another. Beside, another gentle and handsome man was in charge of arranging them neatly, and the smell of other people's food wafted in the air.

The man inside urged in a warm voice: "Shen Heng, move faster."

"Okay." The other party answered loudly.

I saw that the movement of the person outside the door was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it, the white light in the palm of his hand fluctuated, and he finished moving the flowers in two or three moves. After kissing her, she took off her gloves and put them in his hands, saying, "I'll cook, and you will do the rest."

Shen Heng, the previous principal of Bi Kong, grabbed Xi Xian's arm very dissatisfied, raised his well-groomed sword eyebrows high, as if someone owed him hundreds of millions: "That's it?"

Xi Xian laughed lowly.

Shen Heng couldn't help but grab Xi Xian's chin with his free hand, bowed his head and kissed it deeply.

"Oh, it's broad daylight, someone is playing hooligans."

A voice full of spectators came from outside Leng Buding's door, and Shen Heng knew who it was without turning his head. He calmly retracted his tongue that was just about to attack the city, switched to attack mode, and aimed at the person who came: "Why don't I Knowing that Yutian's top students still have the habit of watching people do good deeds in the middle of the night, why? Are you dissatisfied with your desires? Dissatisfaction with your desires can't be a bad thing, is that what I taught you in Bikong?"

At this time, Shen Heng heard Bo Jue's voice lowered significantly: "I didn't say that, I was wrong."

Shen Heng hadn't seen Zhao Qingge standing next to Bo Jue at that time, and he spoke without any scruples. When he fully saw the figure walking in from behind the door, he seemed to have put a weight in his throat for no reason, neither embarrassed nor embarrassed. He laughed twice: "Student Zhao is here too."

Zhao Qingge nodded slightly to him and Xi Xian, and said politely, "Hello, Principal, and Doctor Xi."

After finishing speaking, he said solemnly to the principal alone: ​​"She has met her usual needs, and she just came to you to join in the fun."

headmaster:"……"

Although the principal usually has a lot of prestige in Bikong, Bo Jue is lively and can talk about one thing, but he doesn't get along with Zhao Qingge very much. The two of them used to fight in Bikong, and Xi Xian was always in charge of mediating education, so he and Xi Hyun's relationship is much better.Xi Xian liked Zhao Qingge very much. When he saw her coming, he said on the spot that he would take out the only bottle of Romanee-Conti that he had treasured for a long time.

Xi Xian gave Shen Heng a hard gouged look, but decided to go buy a few more vegetables, this time Zhao Qingge couldn't push it any longer.

As soon as Xi Xian left, Shen Heng complained to Bo Jue: "Every time you come, the chance of Shen Heng glaring at me increases exponentially." This is also a show of his invisibility, not really dissatisfied, I still welcome Bo Jue to come here.

Bo Jue spread her hands: "You don't live up to it, so blame me?"

Zhao Qingge had nothing to talk to him, so he went to look at the flowers by himself. Shen Heng watched Zhao Qingge's movements, and found that she was not looking this way, so he lightly bumped Bo Jue's arm, smiled teasingly, and lowered his head. The voice said: "Not bad, it was sent to the beauty's arms so quickly."

Bo Jue sucked her teeth and said with a toothache, "Why do I hear this so wrong? When did you become such a gossip, the principal of Shenyang University?"

Shen Heng said innocently: "I've been like this all the time—what's the matter with the wound on your face? I look like it was caused by a sharp weapon."

Borrowing the bright light in the room, Shen Heng didn't see the long and narrow scar on her face until she sat down. Bo Jue blinked, still smiling, and said vaguely: "I got into a fight with someone two days ago, accidentally Something happened."

Shen Heng didn't believe it: "Daggers are used in ordinary fights?"

Bo Jue said frankly, "That's right, a short-sighted thief."

Shen Heng took a deep look at her, Bo Jue also looked back at him, Shen Heng smiled suddenly: "This little thief is really hateful, why did you think of coming to my place today? Don't say it's just a simple meal?"

Bo Jue was a little embarrassed: "I really just walked around here and ran over for a meal."

Shen Heng slapped her head with his big hand, and scolded with a smile: "You little bastard."

Then he said: "However, it's a coincidence that you came today. My senior brother happened to be at home. He is the commander of the Second Army of the Military Department. In this way, I asked him to come over for a meal. You know each other, and you may have more in the future." Work together."

This time, not only Bo Jue was shocked, but even Zhao Qingge turned around abruptly.

"Are you talking about General Jiang Han?" Bo Jue obviously felt his heart skip a beat, and couldn't wait to ask Shen Heng for confirmation, "Jiang Han, the only five-star general in the empire? Jiang Han, the so-called successor of the next marshal?"

Shen Heng raised an index finger: "Shh...the last sentence, be careful."

Bo Jue stopped talking.

Shen Heng said: "There is nothing wrong with that Jiang Han, you may have seen him before, he is thin, and often wears gray casual clothes, he is the owner of the proprietress in the clothes shop you often go to. "

Bo Jue remembered that when she came out of Jinxuan when she was young, she happened to pass by a man with a strong aura. Later, she and Zhao Qingge met an unknown soldier in the store and entered the room. After guessing whether that person is the owner of the beauty shop owner, if she had known that it was Jiang Han, she would definitely not have just looked at those two eyes.

Remaining polite, Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue followed Shen Heng to the opposite Jinxuan, the beauty shopkeeper opened the door before knocking twice, and smiled as soon as he saw Bo Jue: "Hey, cunning adult, you are here again!" gone."

Bo Jue said, "Why do I sound like you dislike me?"

"How can it be? It's too late for people to expect you to come." Lan Xin squeezed an orchid finger, and poked Bo Jue's shoulder. In the soft embrace, Lan Xin realized that she had brought her "family" over, because Zhao Qingge had been standing behind the tall and tall Shen Heng, so he didn't notice it immediately.

She restrained her teasing expression, put on a decent smile, and said, "Are you here to buy clothes? Today, my patron is here, so it may not be convenient for me."

Shen Heng finally said: "I have come here specially to invite you to my place for dinner."

Lan Xin narrowed her eyes cautiously and asked, "Us?"

"Yes, and seniors, let's come together."

"Wait a minute," Lan Xin said after glancing at the three of them, "I'll go in and ask my benefactor."

Not long after Lan Xin went in, she came out holding the arm of a handsome man. She didn't know when she changed into a sky blue cheongsam. Let's go eat."

Bo Jue and the others took a close look at Jiang Han. He was slightly shorter than Shen Heng and half a head taller than Lan Xin, about 1.8 meters eight. He was wearing gray casual clothes. Slender, with black hair and black eyes, a few strands of short and soft hair sticking to the forehead, against a pair of dark and quiet eyes, for no reason, he exudes a youthful look that does not match his age.

If it weren't for his tall and straight figure and the occasional flashes of light in his eyes, he would not be able to connect him with the famous general who can be compared with the marshal anyway.

At this time, no matter how much they pretended not to know each other, no one would believe them anymore. Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue kicked their heels together, raised their hands in a military salute, and said loudly, "Your Excellency, General."

Jiang Han returned the salute, nodded slightly at them, and walked forward without saying a word.

The two were taken aback at the same time, Shen Heng called out "Senior Brother Jiang", followed up first, and waved to them both at the same time: Come on, come on.

A group of five people then shuttled through the street in silence.

Lan Xin hugged Jiang Han's arm, and suddenly raised her head to look at his side face. She has been with Jiang Han for so many years, and she can tell whether he is happy or sad, sad or angry with every look and even the slightest movement. You can guess almost everything you want.

But at this moment, Jiang Han was holding her hand as usual, even the drooping arcs of the corners of his eyes were exactly the same as before, but the ends of his eyes were lifted up subtly, which looked like a half-smile under the dense light.

Volume Three: Under the Skin