After being captured by the old enemy

Ji Xingjue's body froze instantly.

It's been so long since this title, he even forgot when was the last time Qi Qing called him "brother".

Maybe he remembered it, but he didn't want to use his brain to pick up Mengchen's memory and recall that scene again.

... After all, I feel guilty and guilty.

He is indeed a traitor, and those people are not wrong.

Obviously this time the restraint force on the wrist was very light, and he could leave with a simple twitch, but Ji Xingjue couldn't move.

He stared at the handsome and extraordinary face of the Marshal, looked at it for a while, and boldly reached out to pinch it - the Marshal slept soundly and didn't notice it, he smiled quietly, and decided to be more tolerant for this face , slowly got up, sat down against the head of the bed, put her right hand obediently on the bed, and let Qi Qing hold it.

The house was quiet, and the wind and snow did not know when it stopped.

The brightest moonlight can be seen from Ankara. At this time, the moonlight slanted from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on them lightly like tulle, as cold as snow.

It was late, Ji Xingjue adjusted his sitting posture and closed his eyes.

If he doesn't sleep anymore, his mental state will be even worse tomorrow. I don't know what the group of gossips in the imperial capital will tell him.

He doesn't care, but it's not good if it affects Qi Qing's reputation. In the future, Qi Qing will meet someone she really likes, and this bad name will make him drink a pot.

These years, Xingjue's sleep has not been very good, and he has to rely on medicine to fall asleep smoothly.

Maybe it was due to excessive tiredness tonight, or maybe it was because Qi Qing was by my side, I fell asleep unexpectedly smoothly, and not long after, my consciousness fell into a chaotic darkness.

Ji Xingjue dreamed of the day he left Qi's house.

The sky was gray, and the whole house was silent and solemn. Mrs. Qi was wearing a long black dress, her eyes were red from crying, and she smiled at him.

The young man Qi Qing leaned against the door, watching him walk downstairs with a blank expression.

The light rain was drizzling, and there was a muddy smell in the air. The rain failed to wash away the dust, but instead added a blur of gray to the familiar house.

Qi Qing's brows and eyes are very clear in his memory, even the eyes Ji Xingjue looked at are very clear, like a sharp sword with a splash of water and a cold light, but what makes him dare not look directly is actually the abandonment in the eyes of the young man With a clear expression, maybe there is still a little bit of hatred hidden.

When passing by Qi Qing's side, his sleeve was pulled.

Qi Qing's hoarse voice came from beside her ear: "Don't go."

Ji Xingjue kept walking, and heard Qi Qing shout again: "Brother."

He closed his eyes, but still brushed away Qi Qing's hand: "Sorry."

He didn't want to hold an umbrella at first, but it was too embarrassing to be in the rain. He didn't want to be so embarrassed in Qi Qing's eyes when he left, so he opened the umbrella, took his luggage, and left the Qi's house.

When he reached the gate, there were footsteps catching up behind him. On the mirror decoration that was washed bright by the rain, he saw the figure of the chasing young man.

The shadow just stood there in the rain, watching him leave Qi's house without looking back.

That was Ji Xingjue's last memory of his youthful love.

When we met again, it was the joint graduation party four years later, and the eve of Qi Qing's departure to join the army.

Ji Xingjue has actually dreamed of this scene many times, and every time it ends when he leaves Qi's house.

However, tonight's dream is not over.

The sound of footsteps behind him didn't stop, and a scorching force was applied to his wrist. He was grabbed, and an adult Qi Qing's cold and deep voice sounded in his ears: "I got you."

Ji Xingjue woke up suddenly.

The vision in front of him was blurred for a moment, and then gradually cleared up. What came into view was a round head.

The little robot looked closely at him curiously: "mama, were you talking in your sleep just now? I recorded it for you, do you need a backup?"

Ji Xingjue was so frightened by the round head facing him that his heart stopped beating, he gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief: "I need you to delete and smash it immediately."

The little robot blinked two black bean eyes: "Sorry, mama, you don't have this permission."

"...Then let me listen to what I said."

"Sorry mama, you don't have this permission."

Ji Xingjue took a deep breath: "What authority do I have?"

The little robot tilted its head, and thought for a while seriously: "Except for the permissions you don't have, you have everything else."

Ji Xingjue gradually became murderous.

He flicked the little robot's head away with two fingers, and found himself lying on the bed at some point, looking at the surrounding layout, he was still in Qi Qing's room.

This is Qi Qing's bed, and it smells faintly of alcohol.

Being able to show kindness and move him to the bed instead of strangling him immediately after waking up, it seems that Qi Qing doesn't remember what happened last night.

Ji Xingjue looked at the little robot and smiled kindly: "Come on, come here."

Being able to get close to Ji Xingjue made the little robot very happy. The little guy leaned over without vigilance, and was ruthlessly held down by Ji Xingjue, ready to catch him and invade the database.

Before the act of murdering his own son could be carried out, there were two light knocks on the door.

The sober Marshal stood at the door and glanced at the little robot expressionlessly: "What are you planning to do to my son?"

What you said, how can you be like a stepmother to him.

Ji Xingjue touched the little robot's ears innocently, put it down, sat on the edge of the bed and dangled his feet, but ran out without finding the slippers.

The moment they passed by, the wrist was pulled again.

The scorching intensity is the same as in the dream.

Qi Qing lowered her eyes and looked at his bare feet, which were white and soft, as if he had been pampered.There was no wave on his face: "Come down to eat."

Ji Xingjue was stunned, and said "Oh".

The little robot probably self-awakened the attribute of a follower, stuck behind Ji Xingjue, one person, one machine, one front and one back, and sneaked into the opposite room.

Qi Qing frowned and looked at the little robot that was almost blocked by Ji Xingjue's slap on the door, and clicked: "Useless things."

Nothing like him.

I don't know how Ji Xingjue set up such a stupid temper back then.

As soon as the door was closed, blocking Qi Qing's sight, Ji Xingjue immediately picked up the little robot and threatened in a low voice: "No matter what I say, I'm not allowed to tell you Papa, do you understand?"

The little robot looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Xingjue was persuasive: "This is a secret between us."

The little robot suddenly became excited: "Okay! This is a secret between me and Mama, and I will keep it like Papa's secret!"

Ji Xingjue couldn't help being curious: "What's your secret papa?"

The little robot turned his back coldly: "Mama, you must be honest in life."

"..."

It's really unreasonable to be taught a lesson by a mentally retarded robot.

Breakfast still came out of nowhere.

Ji Xingjue speculated that it might have been sent by the adjutant, and quickly settled his role, wiped his mouth and stood up: "I won't bother you to send it to the Marshal today, I have to go to the laboratory for an early meeting."

Qi Qing finished eating before him, and was browsing the morning news of the imperial capital, when she heard the sound, she raised her eyebrows: "Did I say I wanted to see you off? Yesterday I just dropped by."

Ji Xingjue has long passed the age when he would be embarrassed if he was passionate, so he bent his eyes and smiled indifferently: "Okay."

His complexion is porcelain white, and when he smiles, the red mole at the corner of his eye will always be particularly conspicuous, adding a bit of evil spirit.

Qi Qing turned her eyes away uncomfortably, and when she turned her head, Ji Xingjue had already got into the elevator to the underground garage, shaking the car keys.

The little robot rolled to his feet, and the electronically synthesized immature voice was quite showing off: "Papa, Mama and I also have a secret to keep!"

Qi Qing narrowed her eyes: "What secret?"

The little robot raised its head and said seriously: "Papa, you must be honest in life."

Qi Qing: "..."

When approaching Ankara University, Ji Xingjue glanced at the amount of messages exploding on the terminal, and took a detour very thoughtfully.

I successfully entered the school from the side door and went all the way to the downstairs of the experiment. Unexpectedly, there were no crowds and crowds competing to watch downstairs.

A few soldiers in imperial uniforms guarded the surrounding area, keeping away the idlers.

Ji Xingjue suddenly realized that he had hit the wrong target!

It seems that the admiral will be present today, the imperial capital is not particular about love, and other important figures have to clear the venue in advance to avoid people with malicious intentions mixed in the crowd.

Although he didn't care about the gossip crowd, it was not a pleasant thing to be watched like a monkey. Ji Xingjue was in a good mood, showed his work card, and happily greeted several soldiers guarding him.

The leading soldier recognized him, his face turned serious, and he saluted: "You're welcome, husband...Professor Ji!"

However, he escaped the onlookers of the idlers and the storm of his colleagues in the laboratory.

As soon as he stepped into the laboratory, Ji Xingjue noticed the strange atmosphere.

The surroundings were quiet, and the moment he stepped in, everyone looked over in awe, their eyes burning like sunflowers chasing the sun.

Ji Xingjue took his time and spoke first: "We will have a meeting with Party A's father later, although we have prepared in advance, to prevent accidents, we will hold another morning meeting."

One sentence blocked everyone back.

With the business at hand, everyone had to suppress their fiery gossip and hold the morning meeting honestly.

The rhythm of the meeting was completely controlled by Ji Xingjue. He said something here and there, and held a morning meeting for nearly two hours without allowing the group of people to say a word off topic. The deadly mission successfully extinguished most people's gossip.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Ji Xingjue closed the meeting slowly: "Let's adjourn the meeting, Cicely and Song Mei will follow me."

The meeting place was set at the complex building, and the three of them held the materials. As soon as they left the laboratory, Song Mei couldn't hold back: "Brother Ji, you..."

"Hush," Ji Xingjue pressed his index finger on his lips, smiling like a fox, "it's outside."

Song Mei had no choice but to hold back the words.

The news of "Qi Qing and Ji Xingjue getting married" spread throughout the imperial capital overnight, causing everyone to be caught off guard and turned on their backs.

The number of visits to the exchange forum has broken through a record high, and analysis posts are blooming everywhere, from sociology, psychology, management and even military analysis.

At the end of the analysis, everyone still didn't understand the profound intention of the marshal's move, and could only boil it down to: this might be a different kind of revenge.

What a distorted hatred to tie your old enemy by your side!

——Just wait and see, within three months, Ji Xingjue is definitely doomed!

Ji Xingjue, who was determined to die, ignored all kinds of gazes all the way, arrived at the complex building calmly, entered the meeting room, and sighed a little.

The delay in the morning meeting was not enough, and the military father hadn't arrived yet.

There was no one in the conference room, Song Mei and Cicely, who had been holding back all the way, finally broke out.

"Honorable Yuan, Marshal, husband, man," Cicely said emphatically, with a smile on her face, "When did you and the Marshal get married in secret?"

Song Mei answered with a strange voice: "Since when did you become a nest of treacherous snakes and rats?"

These two are also ancient earth sinologists.

Ji Xingjue took two tactical steps back: "I didn't say that, I signed a contract with Qi Qing."

Cicely slammed the table and said, "You didn't even tell me it was a marriage contract!"

"Pay attention to ladylike demeanor." Ji Xingjue reminded him kindly.

Song Mei folded her hands and said quietly: "As a friend, I have to tell you that according to social data, 37% of the population dies in the empire's criminal cases every year due to family conflicts. For such cases, most judges think it's emotional. The dispute, the sentence is not serious. Do you think that Qi Qing wants to take advantage of the legal loophole?"

Ji Xingjue couldn't laugh or cry: "Please don't think him so dark and distorted! If he wants to solve it, I will use the method of correcting Daguang."

The two remained silent, their eyes indescribable.

The air flow was too slow, and Ji Xingjue felt a little suffocated.

Just at this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Qi Qing's cold voice came in: "Really, thank you for your trust."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Cicely: "..."

Song Mei: "......"

Adjutant Damel stood behind Qi Qing, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, he put his face sullenly into Qi Qing's ear, and whispered a few words.

Qi Qing glanced at the three of them condescendingly, then turned and left.

As soon as the person left, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Mei sat down, shaking like a sieve: "Why did he come to school again?!"

Cicely poked Ji Xingjue's waist, and asked teasingly, "Madam Marshal?"

The marshal's wife didn't want to talk to her.

"Did he hear what I just said?" Song Mei's face turned pale, "Will he hold grudges?"

Ji Xingjue patted his head affectionately: "Yes, he is very stingy, you are dead."

Before the next sentence, "Don't talk nonsense in the future", the door was pushed open again.

Qi Qing went back and forth, stood at the door, looked at Ji Xingjue coldly: "I heard it."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Why are you back again!

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