With a bang.

When Meng Hechuan swung his fist, Tan Hean actually reacted, and his secretary had already taken a step forward.

But Meng Hechuan's fist was too fast, and Tan Hean couldn't dodge in time, and was punched on the left cheek.

The Tan family is very concerned about the safety of the prince. When he was young, Tan Hean practiced Muay Thai self-defense in Singapore.

If you are hit at this time, you will subconsciously fight back.

Clench your left hand and punch directly.

There was another muffled sound.

Bai Yan heard Lu Jili's voice change tone and turned back hurriedly.

There was blood oozing from the corner of Tan He'an's mouth. He twisted it with his thumb and wiped it.

...

...

Meng Hechuan wasn't much better off. He was already injured, and his reaction was even slower than Tan He'an's.

His ribs pulled his legs back as he moved backward, and the impact on his face was heavier and larger. He took two steps back in pain and managed to keep his body steady.

"You guys!..." Bai Yan couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes. She covered her mouth in shock. "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Lu Jili also walked quickly between the two men, with one hand stretched out to the side, "You two are sixty years old in total, fighting? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others? If you still want to continue, you can, wait for me to call people over first, and let the young people in the team learn from you. One is the chief engineer of the brigade, and the other is the president of Shouhang Company, how capable!"

Meng Hechuan: "..."

Tan Hean: “…”

It was not known whether Lu Jili's words had a deterrent effect, or whether the two of them had calmed down, at least they did not take any further action.

Bai Yan followed and pulled Meng Hechuan back to her side, then half-pushed him back into the car.

Before she got into the car, she paused and looked in the direction of Tan Hean.

But he didn't look at him.

"Mr. Tan, maybe I am just being sentimental, but as you can see, the relationship between me and Chief Engineer Meng is... special. There is no room for another person in my heart."

"Really?" He raised his head and kept looking at her no matter where Bai Yan's gaze was fixed.

There was a hint of red at the corner of his mouth, staining the tip of his thumb that he had just wiped.

Like the rouge that girls like, it happens to be Bai Yan's name.

Tan Hean put his hands behind his back, the cold wind blew his shirt into a bulge, "Whether it can be filled or not, we can only tell after the coffin is closed."

"Mr. Tan, you and I have no connection, why do you have to--"

She wanted to say that he was stubborn, but finally held back.

Where did Tan Hean's deep connection with me come from? Why did he become so obsessed and trapped?

"Ayan, get in the car." Meng Hechuan was listening in the car, and felt that their conversation was meaningless, so he interrupted in a cold voice.

Bai Yan really didn't want to waste time with him, so she stepped hard and got into the car directly.

As the cars passed by, Tan Hean suddenly looked up and spoke to Bai Yan through the window, "I'll find a good opportunity next time to tell you why."

Bai Yan happened to be sitting so that she could see the seriousness in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat for unknown reason and she dared not look at him again.

Xiao Zhou drove the car to Lu Jili's secret base by the lake. Then the two of them tried to hide their true intentions, one urinated and the other smoked, then turned around and disappeared.

Bai Yan found the medicine box in the room according to Lu Jili's instructions before he left.

Meng Hechuan sat on the sofa, moving his body with great openness and movement, but his face avoided Bai Yan and turned to the other side.

Looks like he's unhappy, but he's trying to control his temper.

But since the two had already made it clear at the beginning, Bai Yan was not panicked at this time. She just walked over with the medicine box, quietly opened it, took out the iodine and cotton balls, and approached him, "Turn around."

“…”

Meng Hechuan didn't say anything, nor did he turn his head.

Bai Yan has returned to normal at this time. She knows how to control the man in front of her.

He gently put down the cotton ball and iodine in his hand and sighed slightly, "Shouldn't I be the one who needs comfort?"

After hearing this, Meng Hechuan, who had been turning his head away, moved slightly.

He slowly turned his head, with the same bloodstain at the corner of his lips.

When Bai Yan went to get the cotton ball and iodine again, Meng Hechuan grabbed her hand and took her into his arms again.

"You have a wound on the corner of your mouth—"

"It's okay." He picked up the gauze that fell on the sofa, accidentally scratched a blood stain, wrapped it up and threw it into the trash can, "They are all minor injuries. They won't affect me..."

The words "kiss you" were stuck in his throat.

Bai Yan had just been frightened by Tan He's massage, and although she was now lying obediently in his arms, he could still feel her trembling.

He shouldn't scare her again at this time.

The cabin imitated the SU Union's building and had a fireplace. Lu Jili lit a fire before leaving.

The indoor temperature is suitable.

The two hugged each other, neither of them spoke first, and only the crackling sound of pine branches in the fireplace could be heard.

"Ayan, Tan Hean is just like his name, he is like the eucalyptus tree, poisonous."

Bai Yan adjusted her posture in his arms, her hair rubbing against his chin, and took the opportunity to ask, "I've wanted to ask you before, it seems that from the beginning, you have always had some opinions about Tan... you and him?"

Meng Hechuan stroked her long hair and untied the rubber band. Her inky black hair spread out, and because it was tied in a ponytail, it was slightly curled.

His slender, bony fingers shuttled through her hair, smoothing it out strand by strand. "Ah Yan, I believe you and am willing to tell you these words. But everything I said is indeed just my personal speculation at the moment, without any real evidence."

What he meant was that some of the things he said might give Bai Yan a preconceived opinion.

After smoothing Bai Yan's long hair, his fingers gently pressed against her scalp, not too hard or too soft, making her close her eyes in comfort.

"I believe whatever you say."

Meng Hechuan smiled lightly, and his sensitive fingers found the spot that made her most comfortable, and kneaded it gently.

"You know I went to Jinling to look for blueprints, right?"

Bai Yan closed her eyes and nodded.

Whether it was learned from the book or understood after contact with Meng Hechuan, his secret journey to find the drawings was not smooth.

But why this didn't go smoothly, I didn't know.

"After Mr. Qian developed a technology that could shock foreign countries, it aroused the vigilance of many foreign forces. After they learned that the brigade had established a project and intended to use foreign technology to independently develop domestic aircraft, they began to think of blocking it."

He told his speculations, "Do you know that when building an airplane, whether it is for civil aviation or military use, in addition to not lagging behind others in technology and being passively beaten, how much economic involvement will there be?"

Bai Yan was not the original owner, and her mind was filled with new century ideas. Meng Hechuan just mentioned this and she opened her eyes.

"From the front-end technical design, to the middle-stage parts welding, to the final technical software... there are hundreds or even thousands of tasks in an aircraft. If any one of them is involved, it will affect the development of the entire industry."