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In the disaster and peace days three years ago, not only Xia Zuo and Pang Jiuzhou were famous, but also Li Chaoge.

Most of the time, this gentle woman is more famous than Pang Kyushu Xia Zuo.

After all, even in this period now, some people don’t pay much attention to wars that don’t endanger them too much. They just need to know that the battle line is still maintained on Venus, and it’s good that they haven’t come to their planet. Showbiz and celebrities are interested.

At this point, Li Chaoge himself did not expect it.

She was born into a political family, her father died early, and her mother was unwilling to continue raising her, so she was sent to her father's only brother, Li Daolin, at the young age of ten.

When an old man and a little girl are together, it’s hard to say who takes care of the other more. Li Chaoge felt that his young self was as rebellious as most boys and girls, but she was forcibly molded into this kind of gentle personality by her always confused uncle. There is another Xia Zuo.

The Li family's future plans for their children are relatively loose among the political families that have lasted from the early days of the federation to the present.

Therefore, after she expressed her desire to become a singing artist, the elders did not express much opinion. Only the uncle thought that she had great talent in leadership and was backed by the resources of the Li family, hoping to be his successor.

Of course Li Chaoge refused. Music was her hobby since she was a child, and it was also the future path she had planned for a long time ago.

However, singing artists and... singers, although they overlap, are not the same existence.

Li Chaoge: "...so why did I become a star?"

The question of the national singer probably only God knows the answer.

Because of Xia Zuo's relationship, he met Li Chaoge a few times and knew that Li Chaoge was famous—more famous than himself—but when he came to the concert venue, Pang Jiuzhou was still amazed at the crowds here.

"Too many." The black-haired sentry said subconsciously when parking.

He even specially adjusted the sphere of influence of the eyeballs, so that too many black, yellow, red, and white heads came into his eyes.

Xia Zuo, who got out of the car after him, was quite happy.

"My sister is amazing."

"Tch, I'm as good as you?"

"..."

Xia Zuo glanced at Pang Jiuzhou silently, left him and walked away alone.

Pang Kyushu: "...hey!"

Realizing that he had accidentally said something bad, the sentinel could only chase after him with tears streaming down his face. The two met at the VIP ticket gate. Pang Jiuzhou suppressed his awkwardness, and silently reached out to hold Xia Zuo's hand.

Xia Zuo struggled for a while, but did not break free.

He squinted at Pang Kyushu.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and the sky is almost purple-black at the beginning of six o'clock. The warm yellow ceiling lights are turned on at the VIP ticket gates. At this moment, the handsome gray-haired man turns his head, and the warm yellow lights are constantly flowing in his eyes, and the eyes The deep blue color of the green and green mixed together and melted into a vibrant tender green, in which seemed to be filled with grass leaves growing, Pang Jiuzhou stared at this green, and stared blankly.

He just glanced displeasedly, but found that Pang Jiuzhou stared at him blankly after he looked over, and then looked carefully, Xia Zuo found that although the man was still holding his hand, his soul flew to nowhere up.

No, no, Pang Jiuzhou's soul seemed to be in him, otherwise why would this person stare at him?

Xia Zuo lowered his head slowly, feeling the other big calloused hand connected to his palm, he was a little happy for some reason.

There was an extra smile in the tender green eyes, which made Pang Kyushu feel even more intoxicated. Unfortunately, the artificial colonel, who was naturally incomprehensible, returned to his cold look in the blink of an eye, but did not let go of his hands.

With an active attitude, Xia Zuo pulled Pang Jiuzhou into the VIP ticket gate.

Fortunately for the two of them, most of the federal public facilities are managed intelligently, such as ticket gates, so no staff saw this scene.

The two of them should also be thankful, fortunately, they came earlier, and the VIP ticket gate at the rear door they chose was concealed enough, so that they did not meet guests and... reporters.

Xia Zuo and Pang Jiuzhou arrived earlier.

He even had time to take Pang Kyushu to the backstage for a walk. My sister was too busy to meet her, so Xia Zuo could only give the prepared gift to the assistant.

When the two returned to the couple's box, they unexpectedly met many acquaintances in the corridor outside the VIP box.

Li Daolin didn't come, but Huo Nobel, who became Li Daolin's chief of staff after Catherine's death, the chief of the first section of the Secret Service, and several councilors, Xia Zuo glanced and found Pang Kyushu's grandfather, Ke Ruhai, also standing inside.

Given this age, it's really hard to imagine him appearing at a younger generation's concert.

Pang Jiuzhou also saw his grandfather, Xia Zuo thought he would cut his mouth like he was talking about his sister and then look up to the sky, but found that the sentinel didn't say a word.

On the contrary, Ke Ruhai smiled and nodded at them, and continued to discuss with the MPs around him.

Xia Zuo nodded politely, but Pang Jiuzhou didn't move. Xia Zuo glanced at him, but found that the sentinel's eyes were filled with fear.

That smear of fear was immediately covered up, and the sentinel's dark eyes, which were as bright as black pearls, turned to Xia Zuo in the next second, and said carelessly, "What? Are we still going in?"

Before Xia Zuo had time to answer, another voice came in.

The chief of staff smiled all over his face: "Colonel Li, Lieutenant Colonel Pang, I am really glad to see you on this wonderful night."

Xia Zuo: "Oh."

Pang Kyushu: "Yes."

Answering with a simple one word very synchronously, Pang Jiuzhou and Xia Zuo looked at each other, and chose the retreat strategy again synchronously.

Pang Kyushu: "We have something to do."

Xia Zuo: "You are busy."

The box was at the end of the corridor, and the two quickly entered and closed the door like windy men.

The disgusted Hugh Nobel was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sighing.

The few people who chatted with him before leaned over, flattering and pretending to complain in a low voice.

"Even a loyal dog who is deeply trusted by the president can't treat you like this."

"That is Lieutenant Colonel Pang, the ace infantryman. Does this person from the military department dislike the government?"

"Mr. Nobel, look..."

"It's okay." The chief of staff didn't feel anything. "Young people are so lively and energetic. It's good."

other people:"……"

God is sorry, they can't see how lively the two rebellious people are.

The two lively "young people" closed the door, looked at each other in the box, leaned against the door, and laughed at the same time.

Xia Zuo smiled lightly, while Pang Jiuzhou's smile was wanton and wild.

After a while, Pang Jiuzhou hugged his stomach out of breath, and asked, "Why, do you hate that guy?"

Without waiting for Xia Zuo to answer, he began to explain his behavior, "This guy went to the front line last year, and we were about to get a batch of the latest munitions. After arguing for three days and three nights, the budget for the new arms was withdrawn, what this guy said is not wrong, but I am just upset."

Pang Jiuzhou would indeed do such a thing because of the reason of being unhappy, Xia Zuo's smile deepened unknowingly.

His reason is different from that of Pang Kyushu.

"Mr. Li told me that although I belong to his faction, in my capacity, I should not get too involved with politicians, even his people."

"Hmph, Mr. President still takes good care of you."

Pang Kyushu rolled his eyes while talking.

If Li Daolin hadn't robbed people, Xia Zuo would have fought with him on Venus now.

Xia Zuo added fuel to the fire: "Mr. Li has always taken care of me."

Pang Kyushu: "..."

The sentinel felt angry.

They all slid down with their backs against the door at the moment, sitting on the soft scarlet gold silk embroidered carpet. The furnishings in the box were all luxurious. It was a very large room, only a pair of sofas that could be spliced ​​were placed on the balcony facing the stage. And a small coffee table with a fresh rose, occupying an area of ​​no more than four square meters.

The area of ​​the entire box is twenty square meters.

Pressing his hands on the thick and soft carpet, Pang Jiuzhou would never admit that he was evil at this moment.

With dim light and a faint fragrance, this place is really suitable for doing some discordant things.

The sentinel above Ludan turned around and wanted to throw down his sweetheart, but it was in vain.

While he was thinking about it, Xia Zuo had already stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked down at the stage.

Pang Kyushu: "..."

The scattered pseudo-spiritual rays detected Pang Kyushu's mood swings. Xia Zuo, who stood behind the curtain that was not easy to detect and looked down at the spectators filing in downstairs, was overwhelmed by the sudden rise and fall of the emotional curve of the people around him. Jumping down, subconsciously looked back at him.

What Xia Zuo saw was Pang Kyushu who had been slumped.

Xia Zuo: "...what are you doing, the concert is about to start."

Pang Kyushu: "Oh."

The sentry slowly moved to his seat, and sat down stiffly. Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows at his stiff movements and ignored him, but he didn't know what kind of torment Pang Jiuzhou was going through at the moment.

Pang Kyushu is full of shit, shit, shit.

The picture in his mind was blurred, but his body became hot.

No holding hands or kissing, let alone touching or even masturbating each other.

His self-conscious shallow liking turned into love during the three years of longing, which aroused his monopoly, making him want to rub this indifferent person around him into his body, devouring every bit of it.

It's... Desire.

When he was young, he also followed his brothers into bars, molested female guides or male guides, said sweet words that he did not believe, and occasionally established a temporary connection to let the guide clean up the residue in his spiritual realm.

This is just a superficial fate, the appearance and all the information of those guides have long been forgotten by him, and he has never missed it.

Xia Zuo was the first person he wanted so much.

Pang Jiuzhou blushed because of his unbearable reaction, sat down calmly on the surface, leaned stiffly on the back of the sofa, watched Xia Zuo's back, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

The calm sentinel's smile was as loose and...confident as ever.

Well, he will definitely get it.

Xia Zuo shuddered, but he didn't notice the wolf-like eyes of Pang Jiuzhou behind him, looking forward to the stage.

The concert is about to start.