Ye Jiaying had just been observing the other person. Seeing his determined eyes and observing his surroundings, he became alert.

As soon as he made a move, she reacted.

Quickly dodged several of Li Dajun's moves.

She didn't really want to fight him, so she ran around and dodged, shouting loudly.

"Someone was beaten. The soldier uncle beat someone."

Li Dajun's face looked ugly. This little girl was so slippery that she actually dared to scream.

If someone came around, he would be unable to leave.

Thinking of this, his face became even darker.

I accidentally saw my younger brother and found that he was watching the fun with a gentle look in his eyes.

He is his own brother. Wouldn’t he be sad if something happened to him?

Thinking of this, he decided not to attack Ye Jiaying, whom he couldn't catch.

A knife slashed towards Li Xiaojun's neck.

Li Xiaojun was not as agile as Ye Jiaying, and he fainted after seeing the light.

Ye Jiaying paused in her dodging action.

A feint to the east and attack in the west?

No wonder he grew up in a military compound.

She was careless.

"You have no moral principles. How can you attack the audience?"

Li Xiaojun was held in the hands of Li Dajun, and Ye Jiaying had to stop and reprimand him.

Li Xiaojun seemed like a hostage in the hands of the other party.

"You have nothing to do with my brother. I advise you not to interfere too much."

As Li Dajun said this, he was about to drag his brother into the car and pack him up to take him away.

Ye Jiaying sighed.

What should I do?

If Li Xiaojun woke up and found himself at home and was forced to go on a blind date, he would be even more emotionally devastated.

I dare not imagine what would happen if a fight broke out on the spot.

Sick people have complex emotions and their way of thinking is different from that of normal people.

If it gets really serious, it may directly turn into a severe case.

Maybe this time he won’t live to be as old as last time.

"Brother Li, I have something to tell you."

Ye Jiaying stopped Li Dajun who was about to leave after putting his brother in the passenger seat.

"What's up."

Li Dajun looked at his watch and said impatiently.

"Senior is sick."

After much deliberation, Ye Jiaying decided to tell Li Xiaojun's family about the matter.

Of course not to Li Dajun.

Li Dajun looked incredulous, as if to say, "Let me see what nonsense you can come up with."

"It's true, he may not live long."

If you continue to torment him like this.

Ye Jiaying added silently in her heart.

"How can you, little girl, talk nonsense? How can you curse my brother?"

No matter how bad the relationship between the two brothers was, neither could tolerate others cursing his younger brother to die early.

"I'm telling the truth. Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Li Dajun has lived for twenty-eight years and believes that he is good at judging people.

The little girl looked affectionate and serious, and she certainly didn't seem to be lying.

But how could that be possible? His brother was just a little more grumpy, a little more stubborn, and a little thinner than before.

How could he not live much longer?

"I'm serious, please take me to your house. I need to talk to your mother about this."

Yes, Ye Jiaying decided to tell Li Xiaojun’s mother about Li Xiaojun’s illness.

It can be seen from the system information that his mother loves him the most.

If you tell her the truth, she can help you resolve the conflict and take Li Xiaojun to see a doctor.

This disease still requires medication or psychological treatment.

She doesn't have the resources, and Li Xiaojun himself certainly doesn't want to go.

Only his mother can come forward.

Li Dajun looked at Ye Jiaying carefully for a while, then nodded.

Ye Jiaying got in the car and drove towards Li's house.

Li Dajun drove very fast.

One reason was that he had delayed for too long, and the other was that he wanted to know if what Ye Jiaying said was true.

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the military compound.

The person on guard saw Li Dajun's car, lowered the window to take a look, and then let him pass.

The car stopped in a small yard.

There are red ribbons hanging in the yard, and it is obvious that it has been specially decorated.

A woman with short, neat hair came out when she heard the sound of the car.

"The great army Xiaojun is back."

The short-haired woman looked to be about forty years old, with very firm wheat-colored skin.

"Mom, I'm back."

Li Dajun got out of the car.

Ye Jiaying also got out of the car and greeted the short-haired woman.

"Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, hello, you are so beautiful."

The short-haired woman was a little confused when she saw that the person getting out of her son's car was not her long-missed son, but a pretty little girl.

But she still greeted Ye Jiaying with a smile on her face.

"Mom, Xiaojun has something to say. This is Xiaojun's junior schoolmate. She wants to tell you something."

On the way, Li Dajun asked Ye Jiaying what happened to her brother, but she refused to tell him. He could only drive very fast and wanted to go home to find out the truth.

"Student Ye, right? Come in with Auntie."

Mother Li glanced at Li Xiaojun in the passenger seat, then glanced at Li Dajun, and walked inside with Ye Jiaying.

Li Dajun resigned himself to his fate and opened the car door, carrying his brother, who was still sleeping without knowing what day it was, into his bedroom.

Li Dajun carried Li Xiaojun upstairs and met his lover Yu Jingzhi who heard the noise and wanted to come out to see what was going on.

Yu Jingzhi is a cultural and artistic soldier and is very beautiful.

During the performance, Li Dajun fell in love with her at first sight, and after a passionate pursuit, he finally won her heart.

"What happened to Xiaojun? How did you carry him back?"

Yu Jingzhi wore a beautiful blouse and her hair was tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head, which made her look even more beautiful.

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