C48 Next-of-kin Can Not Marry(1)

The conversation between Zhao Jie and I was clearly heard by You Meng. I had originally thought that You Meng would take the opportunity to ridicule me, but she slapped my shoulder and praised me, "Lao Zhao, ah, admiring, admiring, you are truly a man! "If you say so, so be it. I admire you!"

I said smilingly, "Don't! Don't praise me. I can't stand it."

You Meng said, "It was originally supposed to be so. Zhao Jie is not even worth your love! I used to think you were a poor soldier, but I broke up with you. Now that the news have unintentionally guessed your identity, and felt that you are someone close to central head, and that she turned around to reconcile with you, she is obviously a very snobbish kind of woman, not worth your love! "

You Meng was right, I was only replying with a smile, behind the smile, there was a faint sense of bitterness and reminiscence.

At this moment, my emotions were extremely complicated. Zhao Jie's voice, smile, and appearance were continuously recalled in my mind, making me sigh with emotion. Of course, I can't forget the days and nights we spent together, the beauty and the sorrows, the happiness and the distress. When I look back at the love that died earlier, I can't accept it when it reappears. Perhaps, Zhao Jie isn't suitable for me, it's just as she said. We're not on the same boat, and the reason why Zhao Jie wants to get back together with me is only to faintly guess my current identity. If she hadn't found me on the news, would she have made up with me again?

Surely not.

This is a very realistic world, I have to accept it. Even though I like Zhao Jie and care a lot about our relationship, I will definitely not continue writing about fate with her. This point, Zhao Jie had to accept. Back then, she was the one who proposed to break up with me. It was she who didn't cherish me. It was she who became tactful and hoped to find a better home than me … Of course, I don't blame her. In terms of affection, I can't rely on impulse alone.

That night, when I finished my shift, it was already midnight, but I could not fall asleep. Perhaps Zhao Jie's sudden change of heart had caused a strong emotional turmoil in my heart. It was well past three in the morning when I fell asleep, and then I had a wonderful dream.

At five thirty in the morning, You Meng and I got up from our beds and started our morning practice. After running around the Security area for a while, we returned to the villa's courtyard.

You Meng chewed on his bubble gum and asked: "Zhao Long, what are you training today?"

I said, "How about going to the gym and boxing?"

You Meng readily agreed.

wore black, while You Meng wore red. Before the match even began, You Meng took the initiative to start with an almost unchanging opening statement, "Zhao Long, I'm a girl, don't you dare fight with me, please let me fight you, okay?"

I waved my boxing gloves. "Relax, no problem."

In fact, every time I fought with Yu Mengzhan, I was in a very good mood. As the saying goes, a man and a woman match, the work is not tiring, by that girl dream is a complete experts in the whole of the cup, for me added a lot of life fun. What's more dramatic is that a few years ago, when I was just an ordinary soldier, a dream beat me at our squadron's gym. But now, it's a completely different story.

After and I had fought for more than ten minutes, You Meng voluntarily surrendered and sat on the fitness equipment, grumbling: "No, no, this lady is old, it's not right, how are you going to punch so quickly now?"

I was so excited from my practice that I couldn't stop, so I started an imaginary fight. Boxing gloves whizzed in the air, and the more I fought, the stronger I got, and the more passionate I got. If You Meng wasn't there, I would have taken off my clothes and practiced to my heart's content. The joy that training brings me is endless. I especially like to challenge the limit during training, pushing my body's fatigue to the highest limit. That would give me a sense of accomplishment.

You Meng gasped for breath, he used a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and before he even stopped chewing, he shouted at me: "Zhao Long, rest, you are already very powerful, why are you training so hard? Are you really going to become a Sanda King of the world? "