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Although Dongfang Yunhe's tone was weak, his momentum was extremely sharp.

Every word is full of sharp pertinence.

Didn't Nalan Xin'er praise that stupid soldier for his "sacrifice and dedication"? He wanted to question, why did that stupid soldier come to the upper-class gathering with "sacrifice and dedication"?

Humph, see how he pretends!

Nalan Xiner couldn't help but glared at Dongfang Yunhe. Fuck, uncle, can you chat, can you not be so venomous? Can you still make friends?

Dongfang Yunhe traveled well, feeling very proud of Qi Bei's sentence.

Although, this seems a bit naive.

Qi Bei coughed, that mature and resolute face swept through a trace of imperceptible emotion.

Immediately afterwards, he said loudly: "It's okay, Miss Xin'er, it's normal for Mr. Dongfang to misunderstand me. This time I return to the imperial capital, I really don't intend to return to the front line immediately. Moreover, I might as well tell a few people that the military will be promoted in the imperial capital in the near future A series of activities related to the relationship, and I came back to preside over this activity project."

"Military and civilian activities? Sounds quite interesting? Is it for everyone to visit the military camp?" Nalan Xiner exclaimed.

Qi Bei smiled slightly: "Including but not limited to. We will also take the initiative to walk into the lives of the people and let everyone understand the style and strength of the imperial army..."

"For example?" Nalan Xiner, a curious baby, asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"For example, we might go to Imperial Middle School and give you professional training. The training content will be very interesting. Simulation of actual combat and exposure to professional equipment. These are general military training and cannot be done." Qi Bei is patient with Nalan Xiner Explained.

However, the complicated gaze stared at Dongfang Yunhe provocatively.

Mr. Dongfang, aren't you sarcastic that I don't make dedication at the border?

Then let you feel, how about I personally go to Imperial Middle School to guide Xin'er's military training life?

Don't think that if you are engaged to this woman, you can interfere with her right to make friends.

I am Qibei, walking all the way in a rain of bullets, but I am not scared.

What's more, you are just getting engaged.

Can we really enter into marriage? Isn't it unknown?

Maybe Xiner has other options?

Although Qi Bei didn't mention a word of these thoughts, Dongfang Yunhe understood all of them from his eyes!

His eyes gradually became cold, and his palms were squeezed tightly, wishing to knock the **** opposite in the next second.

How dare to make ghosts on his little things?

If you have the courage, try it to see if you have that fate, you can challenge the patience of the master, the woman who covets the master!

The cold eyes, full of penetrability, pierced Qi Bei's eyes.

Qi Bei only felt a sudden pain in his eyes and almost couldn't open it, but the stubbornness of a soldier in his heart made him push his eyelids unconvincingly.

This is a contest between two men's eyes, and even a contest between two men's will and strength. He can't lose!

Nalan Xin'er, who was caught in the middle, didn't even notice that the two of them were arrogant. Instead, they continued to ask curiously: "Brother Qi, when will you come for military training? Our classmates must be very happy to know!"

"It won't be too long." Finally, Qi Bei no longer had to look at Dongfang Yunhe, turning his head to answer Nalan Xin'er softly.

But the cold pressure on his body from Dongfang Yunhe did not fade.

"Really? Looking forward to it!" Nalan Xiner clapped her hands and said sincerely.

"Xin'er, your grandma is coming soon, you should go see grandma."

Dongfang Yunhe couldn't understand the eyebrows between the two people, and faintly reminded.

"Oh, yes! I have to go to the front hall to meet grandma!" Nalan Xin'er was suddenly puzzled, "Hey, uncle, how do you know grandma is coming?"

Nonsense, my grandfather would predict, don’t you still make small things?