Chapter 5 Chapter 5
The first time may be an auditory hallucination, but the second time this option does not exist.
There was still wine on Lin Han's gloves, so he had to continue wiping them casually with the handkerchief given by He Yunting.
After Lin Han took the handkerchief, she felt that the tall and oppressive man in front of her moved away from her a little - it seemed that the other party even took a step back very gentlemanly.
However, the other party's words just now were still ringing in his ears, and Lin Han was completely unmoved by such gentlemanly behavior.
He Yunting didn't know all this. He even lowered his head to glance at Lin Han. Only after seeing that there were no wine stains on the other person's hands did he look away indifferently.
Lin Han raised his head and saw He Yunting looking away with a cold look on his face. A strand of uncovered silver hair leaked out from his military cap.
It seemed that the person who had just been hit and injured, handed me the handkerchief, and said in my heart that I smelled so good was not him.
"General?"
After confirming that this was what the other party was thinking, Lin Han no longer had the shock and anger he had before. So when he spoke again, not only did he not show any anger, but he raised his face and curled the corners of his mouth in an ambiguous way.
You don't have anything to say?
Do you know me? Why can you smell me?
Lin Han wanted to ask, but when he looked up, he saw the sweat oozing out of He Yunting's cheeks due to the pain. In the end, the words only went around in his mouth and he swallowed them again.
Forget it, he thought.
Both of them were embarrassed when asked. What's more, he and He Yunting wouldn't have much interaction.
He thought so and put the question in his mind for the time being.
When He Yunting heard Lin Han speak, he turned around and looked at Lin Han expressionlessly and silently, as if he was curious about what Lin Han wanted him to do.
Lin Han didn't point it out clearly, and He Yunting didn't say anything or make any unnecessary movements.
However, his eyes and hair color were so special that Lin Han couldn't help but look at him, and in his eyes, he saw a deep blue version of himself.
The two of them looked at each other quietly for a moment, until He Yunting took the initiative to look away.
He no longer looked at Lin Han and walked straight to the main hall, as if nothing had happened. He was still the arrogant, indifferent persons, the coldest weapon in the empire.
Seeing that his boss had left, Lu Anhe walked towards Lin Han and said, "Mr. Lin, I'll take you home."
Lin Han watched the tall, dark green figure walking away into the world of fame and fortune where people were drinking and chatting.
When the people in the main hall saw He Yunting coming back, there was another round of noisy and boisterous congratulations, and everyone had their own thoughts and congratulations.
Lin Han followed Lu Anhe in the opposite direction, and the noisy sounds gradually became inaudible.
Maybe he also doesn't like such occasions. Lin Han still had the key to the mecha and He Yunting's SSS-level sample in his hand, thinking about it for no reason.
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After all, Lu Anhe is He Yunting's most trusted subordinate and can even fly He Yunting's private aircraft.
Lin Han thanked him politely and gave an address.
Lu Anhe repeated the location Lin Han mentioned: "Mr. Lin lives near the Imperial Army? Let me confirm the location."
Lin Han hummed and said casually, "I studied there for a long time, and later when the country assigned me a job, I chose that place."
Lu Anhe started the aircraft, and then took out a bag of snacks from the box beside the driver's seat with ease, opened it and put it in his mouth. He turned his head and looked at Lin Han happily, and handed him a bag: "Mr. Lin, do you want to eat?"
Lin Han wanted to refuse, but then she thought about how she hadn't used the nutritional supplements when she came here today, and how she was called over by He Yunting before the banquet even started. She hadn't eaten anything yet, so she took it anyway: "Thank you."
Lu Anhe smiled and pointed to where the snacks were kept: "If it's not enough, take more. There are more here."
Lin Han asked curiously, "Isn't this the admiral's aircraft?"
He even hid some snacks.
"Yes," Lu Anhe was more relaxed, probably because his leader was away, "I hid them all secretly."
Lin Han found it interesting: "You hid your snacks in his aircraft?"
Lu Anhe has a good personality. When he smiles, he has a canine tooth. He is approachable. If you don’t tell me, you can hardly imagine that he is the adjutant of the cold admiral: “I often help him fly aircraft. After so many times, I just hide it a little.”
Lin Han: "Your general also eats snacks?"
Lu Anhe turned on the autopilot, turned around and waved his hands at Lin Han: "No, no, no, he never eats these, they are very boring."
Lu Anhe wrinkled his nose and recalled, seeming to have no guilt at all for exposing his boss's secrets: "Forget snacks. He only eats the most standard military meals - the kind that are nutritious but unchanging. If you eat too much, you will feel like vomiting."
Lin Han had seen military meals before when he was studying at the Imperial Army. They had standard proportions and were nutritionally balanced, but they tasted bad.
Lu Anhe chatted with him for a few more words, and then the aircraft stopped downstairs of the destination.
Lin Han thanked him and said, "As for the mecha, the research institute will repair it as soon as possible, so don't worry."
"Okay," Lu Anhe left him a contact number, "If you need anything, just call me directly through the communicator. I'll go back first, the boss is still waiting for me."
Lin Han returned home and planned to find a nutritional supplement to use first, but just after he finished washing up, a signal different from a weak physical condition came from his body. He took two steps, frowned, and opened the calendar on the light screen.
He was not unfamiliar with this feeling.
Fever, fatigue, and depression.
But there are still several days left.
Lin Han sighed, took out the inhibitor from the incubator, injected one skillfully, and slowly waited for the feeling to subside.
He suddenly remembered the two times he touched He Yunting's hand today.
Is it really because my estrus period has come early that the other person can smell my pheromones?
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On the other side, Lu Anhe parked the aircraft and returned to the celebration banquet.
The banquet was still bustling with people. It seemed that the emperor had already been here and everyone had started enjoying dinner.
It’s not difficult to find He Yunting. Just follow the focus of everyone’s attention.
Although everyone wanted to curry favor with the general, few dared to toast him.
"General." After all, there were still quite a few people present. When he walked to He Yunting's side, Lu Anhe still used honorifics respectfully, "Send the person back."
He Yunting nodded after hearing this. After a second, he seemed to be worried and said, "Have you emphasized the matter of the mecha to him? We need to repair it as soon as possible."
Lu Anhe's eyelids twitched: "...I said it, I said it."
"Yeah." He Yunting finally said in a deep voice with satisfaction.
Lu Anhe's seat was next to He Yunting. The dinner had already started for a while, and the table in front of him was already filled with exquisite tableware and delicious food.
He knew that He Yunting would probably only eat the most basic staple foods as usual and would not touch anything else - but he was different. He felt that wasting the delicious food was a great sin.
After the main course was served, after a while, it was time for all kinds of uniquely shaped desserts to compete with each other.
Lu Anhe loves sweets, so he picked out several desserts from a tray, including cakes, mousses, and chocolate.
He sat back at his seat contentedly, put down his plate, and was about to pick a good-looking dish to eat when He Yunting beside him suddenly said in a cold voice, "Wait a minute."
Lu Anhe still had something in his hand: "What's wrong, boss?"
It shouldn't be a big deal, so the boss shouldn't interrupt me while I'm eating.
He Yunting rarely felt uncomfortable. There was a trace of doubt on his face. He pointed at the thing in Lu Anhe's hand and asked, "What is this?"
Lu Anhe was confused: "Pudding, what's the problem?"
He Yunting said seriously: "Give it to me."
“Ah?” Lu Anhe did as he was told, but was still very confused.
He saw He Yunting take the pudding from his hand, then seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally, with a cold face, he lowered his head and smelled it very seriously.
“???” Lu Anhe’s expression gradually became stunned. Is there poison in it?
Something even more shocking happened to him—
He saw He Yunting pick up the spoon that had not been touched at all, frowning with a serious expression, and knocking on the surface of the pudding as if the small bone china bowl in his hand was some kind of enemy intelligence.
The next second, He Yunting suddenly poked the spoon down hard, and the baked caramel shell shattered!
Then he saw the Admiral take a spoonful of pudding and eat it with great seriousness.
"???"
Lu Anhe stared at his direct leader with horror on his face.
Why did the boss suddenly start eating these things?
What's going on.
But before he could figure it out, he heard He Yunting speak again: "Give me another one of the same kind."
Lu Anhe quickly handed over another whole pudding.
So this time, he saw the admiral use a small golden spoon to tap the pudding's tempting brown sugar surface after being sprayed with a gun, making a crisp sound, and then took another bite with unskilled movements -
This time He Yunting did not eat the pudding. He just rolled up a little candy on the spoon with his tongue and slowly put it on the tip of his tongue to dissolve it.
"That's it."
Lu Anhe looked at him as if he were a ghost.
What? Is the empire going to fall?
Or has the Zerg next door finally occupied this galaxy?
But He Yunting didn't have time to notice Lu Anhe's expression as if he had seen a ghost.
His mouth was filled with a sweet taste with a hint of burnt brown. It was obviously not the taste of a delicacy, but he liked it more than any other food in front of him.
He seemed to be born for fighting. Countless hopes had been placed on him since he was a child. He had participated in too much harsh and cruel training, and sometimes even he felt like a machine. He doesn't need anything else, he will only be loyal to the empire.
Everyone said that he was the hope of the empire, the hardest shield and the sharpest spear.
He Yunting has experienced too many battles. During the most difficult time, he and Lu Anhe each took a nutrient supplement and lasted for almost a week before winning. Looking back on it now, he doesn't think it was anything worthy of praise.
Even though his achievements allowed him to own a manor and wealth that were the envy of countless people, he still had little interest in material things, and his three meals a day were the same standard military meals.
And now, for the first time, he actually showed an interest in food other than standard meals.
His mouth was filled with the sweet aroma of caramel, something he had never tasted before.
It seemed to be the same smell as the mecha master when I shook hands just now.
Not only is it fragrant, it’s also sweet.
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