While the young earrings and the others were shouting, Zhao Heng had already returned to the special care unit and stayed on the balcony of the room to drink tea quietly. He was addicted to drinking volts in Russia. During these days, he had been training his elegance. When he was fine, he always made a pot of tea and drank it calmly.

Leisure and wanton.

The swords were tense and undercurrents outside, but Zhao Heng's life was particularly leisurely. I have to say that this was a little irony. Bei Ruyi, who woke up, sat quietly on the balcony opposite, leaned on the lounge chair and looked lazily at the mechanical magazine. Occasionally, he looked up at Zhao Heng two meters away.

Then he lowered his head and focused on the magazine, allowing the sun and cold wind to intertwined him. The two of them sat on the balcony, which had a somewhat complementary artistic conception. Zhao Heng poured himself a cup of tea, and then knocked on the teapot with his fingers: "Bi Luochun, don't you drink a little?"

Although he did not name a name, Bei Ruyi knew that Zhao Heng was talking to her, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, then looked up at Zhao Heng: "The attending doctor said, try to be lighter after the operation. I want the injury to heal as soon as possible, so that I can rush back to my brother Qiqi."

"Then I can only enjoy it myself!"

Zhao Heng pinched the hot teacup, lowered his head and siped it in a sip and felt the mellow fragrance. Then he thought of the Chita team members who caused harm to Bei Ruyi, and Yu Linling who died of fragrance. He had a hint of melancholy on his face and said, "It's all that I didn't protect you, so you were hurt."

When Bei Ruyi glanced coldly, Zhao Heng smiled bitterly again and changed his mind: "When he hijacked Tiemujin and Katyusha, he should have lost his heads from Chita No. 8 and No. 9. Although they were seriously injured by the Terracotta Warriors, they survived in one breath."

"Otherwise, you can get all the anger out for you."

Bei Ruyi put the magazine in his hand together, then looked at Zhao Heng Youyou and said, "You have done your best. The twenty-eight Red Tower players are left with only two seriously injured players. It is completely considered a great revenge. Besides, you couldn't take much care of the war in the past."

Zhao Heng sighed, "I can only comfort myself like this!" In the battle of Moscow, there were only three of the ten Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and only No. 8 and No. 9 remained. According to the principle, they were hard to become a climate, but for some reason, Zhao Heng always had the regret of cutting the grass and not removing the roots.

Zhao Heng put the teacup back on the small table: "Temujin is really a strong man. I stabbed him three times and put him back. I thought he would die if he couldn't last a few days, but that guy came back to life and cleared his crimes in the private deal between Pudalin and Absky."

Bei Ruyi squeezed out: "He is a disaster!"

Zhao Heng nodded: "It is rumored that Pu Dalin promised Abu that the Moscow incident would never involve the Abu family, and also assigned all the interests of Ye Chali to the latter. The condition was to wash away the iron and metal. Abusky could not withstand the temptation of interests, so he reached a deal with Pu Dalin."

A hint of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that he has taken advantage of it, but in fact he has left behind future troubles. A beast like Tiemujin will definitely destroy the Abu family if he has the chance in the future. However, the worst thing is that the Yu family, all ninety people were killed by Abusky, and Yu Linling was also charged with betrayal of Russia."

“Responsible for the Long Street Attack.”

Zhao Heng sighed: "Yu Tianchi is also charged with a crime of starting a war without authorization!"

Zhao Heng lamented the ruthlessness of the Russians, but also felt that it was not worth it for the Yu family, which had been working hard in Russia for the rest of his life. Many people could take the blame for the Moscow incident, but the Russians chose to sacrifice the reputation of the Yu family without hesitation. The reason is very simple, that is, Yu Tianchi and others are Chinese.

Of course, Zhao Heng also knew that this must have been fueled by Tiemujin. Tiemujin, a real traitor, had already known in his heart that Yu Linling had guessed his tavern. In order to erase the shadow in his heart and not to keep his hands off, he pushed the Yu family into the abyss of great rebellion.

In this way, even if Yu Linling speculated that there was a battle in the tavern, no one would believe that Tiemujin colluded with Zhao Heng. The former was a traitor, and the latter was naturally not. Thinking of this, a killing intention flashed through Zhao Heng's eyes: "If you have a chance in the future, you must kill Tiemujin."

Zhao Heng drank it. Cha murmured to himself, as plain as a cup of white water: "Kill those three people, I can sleep for a few more days!" On the way back just now, Gong Mingyue and Bai Gousheng informed Zhao Heng in detail about the situation in Russia, so that he knew that Tiemujin and Chita team members were alive.

Bei Ruyi captured the murderous aura on Zhao Heng's face, sat upright and spoke: "During the recovery period, don't always think about fighting and killing, relax your mind and recuperate, so that your injuries will recover sooner. Didn't you go to play basketball just now? Why is your mentality still so depressed?"

"Hahaha, I'm fine!"

Zhao Heng poured himself another cup of tea: "I just remembered the Russian incident for a moment, and I was a little sorry for gains and losses!" Then he added: "As for playing basketball just now, I was a little depressed. Xiaoxiao and the others were playing in a high position, but they were driven out by a group of young men!"

Bei Ruyi put the magazine in his hand on the table, then opened the railing and walked to Zhao Heng, picked up the kettle next to him and filled the teapot for Zhao Heng. Every time Bei Ruyi made tea for Zhao Heng, he would pour the tea leaves directly, and then pour hot water into it, and he would never have any extra actions.

Zhao Heng looked at Bei Ruyi's actions and had a smile on his lips. He knew Bei Ruyi's personality very well, so he never stopped Bei Ruyi's actions. In his words, drinking tea is a kind of art and an alternative self-cultivation. It doesn't matter what tea to drink or how to drink it.

The key is to kill time enough!

Zhao Heng looked at Bei Ruyi filling the teapot with expressionless expression, then looked at the tea soup slowly poured out, raised a smile and said: "My little wife's craftsmanship has increased, and she knows that hot water has been slowly injected into it." Bei Ruyi rolled her eyes and didn't care about this kind of flattery that hit the horse's legs.

"Come with me to the store tomorrow!"

When Zhao Heng was holding the teacup and drinking tea that was not yet hot, Bei Ruyi, who was very satisfied with his conscious actions, said, "I want to buy a gift!" She paused: "Sister is going to get married next week, I want to give her something to express her feelings."

"No matter how you say it is, my sister!"

"Ahem!"

Zhao Heng almost sprayed out the tea, and after swallowing it, he spoke: "You want to buy a wedding gift for Bei Ruyan?" When Bei Ruyi nodded solemnly, a hint of helplessness appeared on Zhao Heng's face: "Buy a gift, just go and buy it yourself, why bother me?"

Although Zhao Heng was happy to accompany Bei Ruyi to go shopping and enjoy the sweet world of two people, he didn't care that Bei Ruyi bought gifts for Bei Ruyan, but it would be a little embarrassed to get involved. No matter what, Bei Ruyan was once Zhao Heng's goddess: "Don't you think it's a bit strange to pull me up?"

"You hate your sister to the core,"

Bei Ruyi looked at Zhao Heng with clear eyes: "Are you still thinking about her in your heart?" Then she sighed softly: "Actually, I don't want to bless her. After all, she likes Japanese people, or Shanchuan Yiqing, who has a deep hatred with you, but my brother's affairs have a big impact on me."

She took the initiative to hold Zhao Heng's palm and a warm feeling flowed slightly: "No matter how hostile it will be in the future, give her the last touch of warmth when they are still alive so that there will be no regrets in the future. So it's good for everyone she marrys, and I want to wish her happiness."

When Zhao Heng heard her words, he stood up and hugged her in his arms, his expression eased invisibly. He followed... and thought of Sun Potang's phone number and details of the Japanese death warrior behind Lin Ya. His eyes became brighter: "For you and for him, I am willing to wish her a happy life."

At the same time, Zhao Heng had a sense of knowledge in his heart. He wanted to go to Japan and see Bei Ruyan's wedding with his own eyes. But he knew that this was a bit whimsical. Japanese people hated him to the core. Once they stepped into Tokyo, they were afraid that thousands of people would come to chop him down.

Thinking of this, Zhao Heng smiled bitterly across his face, then he turned his eyes downstairs, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers in the back garden of the hospital, and was about to wonder if he would tell Bei Ruyi about Shanchuan's suspicious identity, his eyes instantly condensed into a ray, locking tightly on the back of an old man.

Zhao Heng whispered three words: "Hua Yingxiong!"

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