Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 726
Gong Chen especially cherishes every minute and every second he spends with Bingci, because he doesn't know how many years it will be before the next meeting.

However, there is always a banquet in the world, and when the meal is over, it is time to say goodbye.

Gong Chen couldn't even find a reason to stay with her for a while longer.

Bingci's phone rang, it was Han Wu, he sent a shared location, and the distance between the two of them on the map was getting closer, so she looked up at Gong Chen and thought for a long time, the relationship between herself and the Gong family should not let the master knew.

"Brother Gong Chen, a friend of mine is coming over, so..."

Gong Chen understood, so he left without waiting for her to finish her excuse.

He stepped out of the elevator.

Han Wu came out from the corner of another passage, only saw his side face, and didn't have any doubts in his heart.

Gong Chen's walking pace became more and more rapid, and when he got into the car, he slumped on the back seat, as if all his strength had been sucked away.

The secretary did not drive in a hurry, and observed his status through the rearview mirror from time to time.

"Go to the hospital." Gong Chen said wearily.

The secretary nodded, alas, poor Mr. President, confession and lovelorn happened on the same day.

In the hospital, Gong Xian was guarding outside the ward, saw his brother, and teased, "Congratulations to the big brother for keeping the clouds open and the moon shining."

"No, I was rejected," Gong Chen didn't intend to hide.

"Ah? No, big brother, like you, he doesn't like anyone who wants to have good looks, money, and family background?" Maybe in Gong Xian's mind, his brother is the most perfect person in the world, so Hearing that he was rejected, he didn't react for a while.

"Why?" He continued to ask.

But Gong Chen didn't explain but opened the door to visit Mr. Gong.

Grandpa Gong guessed it at a glance, and the old man said bluntly, "You are not good enough for him."

Gong Chen smiled bitterly, "I thought you should at least comfort me, Grandpa."

"It's a fact. He only has mission and responsibility in his heart. He has no time to think about the love between his children. It's time for you to let go."

"it is good."

Grandpa Gong didn't expect him to agree so simply, but looking at his lonely back, he sighed helplessly. Chen's son has been stubborn since he was a child, and he will stick to what he decides to the end and never look back.

Now, probably the same.

In the palace family, Gong Chen opened a bottle of wine and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to invite the moon to have a drink.

He never drank, never smoked, kept himself clean and just wanted to wait for someone to come back clean.

Today, be considered an exception!

Gong Chen laughed out with difficulty, the white wine entered his throat, and it hurt like burning, but he didn't feel distressed. He looked at Qingyue, his thoughts drifted into the distance.

That little boy was dressed in a long night, holding a black umbrella, his brows and eyes were stained with a layer of mist that couldn't be fainted, alone, with an umbrella, standing between white and black.

It looks so thin and small, but it can withstand the harsh storm in northern Xinjiang. It was the first time we met.

It is also the first time I know that there are such young border guards in Beijiang.

It was only later that I found out that Jiang's family had sent him here to assist northern Xinjiang soldiers in tracking down a group of militants who had entered the country illegally.

At the beginning, the northern Xinjiang soldiers complained about the decision to send a child to assist them, but after two months of getting along with Bingci, they found that she was not only a sniper with every shot, but also an omnipotent and desperate Saburo. If you have a mission, you can rush faster than anyone else, and you can't remember the military achievements you got.

Gradually, she became the group favorite of northern Xinjiang soldiers. Perhaps, everyone seemed to be tacitly waiting for her to grow up.

"Come to Northern Xinjiang when you grow up."

This was the invitation he heard from Uncle Bo himself outside the barracks.

However, he refused, saying: "If there is a need, Qiu Yang will return it every day, and help him with all his strength."

Back to Nandu with us, it was Grandpa who invited him to be a guest at the palace's house, and we had that brief intersection.

Later, I heard that he accompanied the diplomatic mission to visit country S, and he never had a moment to spare.
(End of this chapter)