"Knock knock knock~~~"
There was a knock on the door.
Song Yiyuan was hugging Lin Qingqing, feeling extremely happy, when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who is it so late?"
Lin Qingqing asked herself, took Song Yiyuan's hand from her waist and stood up to open the door.
Song Yiyuan: "..."
It's late at night! end! yes! who!
He raised his eyes and looked at the courtyard door with an unhappy expression.
Lin Qingqing walked over and opened the door. It was Zhang Liang, Zhu Haijun, Li Aiguo and other members of the Eagle Claw team who lived in the family home.
"Sister-in-law, I heard that you were attacked outside the army and the team leader was injured. Let's take a look."
Behind them was the sister-in-law who came with them. Also carrying various things.
Song Yiyuan is their team leader, so he must come and see if he is injured.
"Come in quickly, your team leader injured his leg and is sitting in the hall."
She turned sideways and let a group of people in, shouting at the heels of more than a dozen people. into the yard.
When everyone came in, Lin Qingqing closed the door again.
As soon as everyone entered the hall, they felt the air pressure suddenly drop, and Song Yiyuan looked at them with a dark face.
Zhang Liang complained: Why is the team leader’s face so dark today? He is usually stern, but he doesn't use his eyes to cut people off.
Song Yiyuan glanced around Li Aiguo and others from left to right... from right to left with a cold face.
"What are you doing here at night? Don't you know it will disturb people's rest?"
"We see you...are injured...come here Take a look."
Li Aiguo stammered.
Zhang Liang also laughed awkwardly, and the two of them were singing a double act.
Lin Qingqing walked into the hall and saw that the atmosphere was not right, so she smiled and said, "Why don't you sit down."
It was dark just at the entrance of the courtyard and they didn't see it clearly, but now the lights in the hall are bright Yes, Zhang Liang and others saw that Lin Qingqing's hair was a little messy, there was mud on her arms, and her skirt was a little dirty.
I had just come back and I hadn’t taken a shower or rest before they came to my door.
Concern leads to chaos.
Zhang Liang winked at Xiuhong and asked her to talk to Lin Qingqing, otherwise the team leader's eyes would really kill someone.
Xiuhong took Lin Qingqing to look at her and asked with concern: "Are you okay? I heard your car overturned outside, but it scared me to death. I didn't come to see this in the middle of the night. I can't even sleep."
Honghua and Zhou Cuifang also nodded in agreement.
"I'm fine, it's just a false alarm." She raised her arms and said to Xiuhong and others with a smile.
"As long as it's okay, I won't say much more tonight. We'll come back tomorrow." ChenQiu Chan tugged on her man's clothes and said with a smile.
The others understood, said a few words to ask Song Yiyuan to have a good rest, and then left quickly.
Xiuhong took out a wad of money from her pocket: "Qingqing, this is the money Xiaomei received, you remit it to her."
As soon as the money was put into Lin Qingqing's hand , she quickly walked out of the hall and followed Zhang Liang.
A group of people came and left in a hurry, and they saw figures in a blink of an eye.
Lin Qingqing locked the door, returned to the hall and glared at Song Yiyuan: "I'm kind enough to come see you, why are you so grim?"
Didn't she just see it? Song Yiyuan's dark face and the words he said were just because it was difficult for him to lose face in front of others.
Song Yiyuan raised his head and smiled at Lin Qingqing, then stood up and said, "I'm going to boil water."
"Your legs."
Lin Qingqing wanted to stop him.
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"This injury is okay. Sometimes it takes several days to heal after being shot."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen to boil water.
Lin Qingqing packed up the things brought by Xiuhong and others, then went back to the house to get the repair pills.
Song Yiyuan had Mucang wounds on his chest, back, and waist. There was also a long stab wound from his chest to his waist and abdomen, which was sustained at that time in Shaanxi City, as well as countless other small wounds. Much more.
No soldier is born with the ability to fight in wooden warehouses, and martial arts skills are all learned through practice.
Presumably Song Yiyuan can lead the country's specially formed Eagle Claw Team. His efforts and military achievements are unmatched by ordinary soldiers.
In the past, when she saw Song Yiyuan's injuries, she just thought that soldiers should be like this, but now she is a little worried about his underlying health problems.
Song Yiyuan boiled water and came out of the kitchen. He saw a lot of mud on her hair and asked her.
"Qingqing, how do you want to wash your hair? I boiled a lot of water."
"Wash it at the water pump."
Lin Qingqing came from the house Move the stool to the side of the water pump. There is a drain here.
Song Yiyuan took the washbasin, filled it with water, and put it on the chair.
"Go and wash the wound quickly. Don't let it collapse again when you walk around." Lin Qingqing removed the braid from her hair and asked him to wash it quickly.
Song Yiyuan brought over a ladle: "You wash your hair and I will rinse it for you. Can you help me clean the wound later?"
Lin Qingqing looked at the torn place in his pants. , which is close to the thigh.
"No."
Song Yi was far from achieving his wish, and there was a trace of disappointment on his face: "Then I will rinse your hair and go wash it."
"Okay." Lin Qingqing leaned down, immersed all her hair in the water, and used her fingers toComb them all to the front and take one step to pull the hair out of the basin.
Apply shampoo and rub your scalp and hair with both hands.
The movement of bending down and lowering the head exposed all the fair and slender neck.
Song Yiyuan was tall. The distance difference allowed him to lower his head and see Lin Qingqing's slender neck and slender waist. Especially with her movements, her waist was still swaying slightly.
This scene made his eyes darken, and a fire surged in his lower abdomen.
He could no longer take his eyes away from Lin Qingqing.
Lin Qingqing was still concentrating on washing her hair, unable to see Song Yiyuan's deep and fiery eyes.
"Flush." She shouted
...no movement.
Lin Qingqing shouted again, "Flush."
Song Yiyuan came back to his senses: "Okay."
Put his hand in the basin and tried it The water temperature is not cold.
He scooped up water and poured it gently on Lin Qingqing’s head.
Rinse it with a basin of water and your hair will be clean.
He pulled off the towel and wiped Lin Qingqing's hair.
Lin Qingqing held the towel on her head, straightened up and threw her hair back. She wrapped the hair with the towel, squeezed out the moisture in the hair, and then wrapped it again.
She had just washed her hair, and her face was still stained with water drops. Her fair skin appeared more supple, and her face exuded the vigor of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Song Yiyuan was stunned again.
Lin Qingqing poured out the water in the basin. Seeing that Song Yiyuan hadn't moved yet, she urged: "Why don't you go wash up and go to bed early."
After saying that, she turned around and went to the kitchen to cook. Water for bathing.
Song Yiyuan also followed her to the kitchen with a basin. He filled her water first, and then he went to draw his own water.