There were no decorative green plants in the spacious living room, only a few light brown pots of iron trees. There were gear-shaped handicrafts on the white wall in the corner, as well as small bullet shell sculptures on the round table in the corner of the light-colored sofa. The interior of the building was filled with a clear military atmosphere, which was very suitable for the identity of the owner of the building. He was firm and silent and powerful.
Minister Zou sat on the sofa and began to read the documents again. The silence in the quiet living room gradually turned into an ominous silence. A kind of tough atmosphere began to fill the air. This atmosphere was a kind of torture for Shi Qinghai, who was standing in front of him, and Xu Le, who was standing at the door.
No one dared to speak in the entire living room. In the absolute silence, the sound of breathing gradually became audible. The ticking of the old-fashioned clock on the wall became clearer and clearer, and even the sound of children crying upstairs could be faintly heard.
Shi Qinghai still maintained a respectful smile, but his calm eyebrows began to moisten. In the silence, he took a deep breath, bowed deeply again, and then maintained this posture without moving an inch.
During this process, he was as silent as Minister Zou, who was sitting in the chair, because both of them knew very well that the silence meant that nothing was said.
However, Minister Zou's expression did not change at all. He quietly read the documents, and the faint light spots reflected on his spectacles. He did not even notice the existence of the person in front of him.
After more than ten minutes, he finally finished reading the documents that he needed to review today. He took off his spectacles, rubbed his eyebrows, and stood up. After a moment of silence, he looked at Xu Le and said, "Are you trying to say that this person is the father of my grandson?"
The silence was finally broken. Xu Le breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently. At this time, Shi Qinghai was very perceptive and did not make any unnecessary movements or words. He just quietly waited on the side.
Minister Zou did not give him a chance to wait for the result. This military boss narrowed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and walked straight upstairs, without even looking at him.
"Come to the study," Minister Zou said in a deep voice as he walked up the stairs without looking back.
Xu Le responded and followed him with his head lowered. His sharp eyes noticed that the minister's arms seemed to be trembling slightly under his sleeves. Was it because of anger or something else?
Shi Qinghai's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched the two disappear into the stairwell. He shook his head and was about to follow them into the study, but when his feet were ten centimeters away from the first wooden step, Secretary Jiao and two Secret Service officers with calm eyes blocked his way.
With a wry smile on his face, Shi Qinghai looked at the people in front of him and said with a sigh, "It was originally a beautiful thing, why did we have to make it so complicated?"
"Please sit, please sit on the sofa. Please don't make things difficult for us." Secretary Jiao smiled and invited him back to the sofa. She personally made him a cup of hot tea and then ignored him.
Fortresses were always breached from the inside. Secretary Jiao and the military elites acted as orderlies. They could keep Shi Qinghai downstairs, but they could not stop the lady upstairs from coming down.
Zou Yu was wearing a red trench coat with short edges today. The black cocoa belt with gold in it met her flat stomach, outlining her graceful figure. She frowned at the man on the sofa and said with disgust, "You promised me in the letter that you would not disturb our lives."
The "we" here referred to Zou Yu and her most precious child. Young Master Shi, who usually wore an elegant face to hide his undisciplined and fearless heart, suddenly became serious and solemn when he heard these two words, and even a little sacred.
He stood up from the sofa, looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, and said very seriously, "Like I said in the letter, after a long period of serious consideration and comprehensive consideration from a rational and emotional perspective, I think it is necessary for me to join your lives."
"In other words, we are together, and that is our life."
Zou Yu's bright eyes flashed with a trace of confusion and anger. She sat on the single-seater sofa, and her beautiful face flashed with strong sarcasm. She asked, "What do you want to do?"
"It seems that the way of explanation just now was a bit too artistic." Shi Qinghai took off his military cap, rubbed his hair carelessly, and said with a bright and handsome smile, "The purpose of my visit today is to marry you."
The sarcasm on Zou Yu's face disappeared instantly. She was stunned, and behind her was shock and inexplicable embarrassment. She slightly lowered her head and sneered to hide her emotions. After a while, she said, "This joke is not funny."
"This is not a joke. Just now, I formally proposed to your father. Because I don't have a family, I brought my best friend to be a witness and to show my sincerity. "
Shi Qinghai said in a gentle voice. Once this extremely handsome man showed such a sincere gentleness, instead of the seductive charm in the nightclub, he appeared so warm and friendly.
Zou Yu was dazzled by this smile. She narrowed her eyes and stared at him in a daze. She thought about how Xu Le had seen this scene with his own eyes, and thought about how this man in front of her had pestered her for the past year. All kinds of complicated emotions surged into her heart. There was even a faint sadness, helplessness, shame, anger, and some kind of warmth that she was unfamiliar with.
But after all, she was Zou Yu, who was as cold and elegant as a piece of porcelain. Therefore, she did not move, nor did she cry. She just fell into silence. Then, she picked up the kettle on the coffee table and made a second batch of tea for Shi Qinghai.
The 88 ° C clean water mixed into the clean long glass cup, and the green tea spun non-stop. It rolled and stretched like fallen leaves in a stream, just like the mood of the silent two people on the sofa.
Secretary Jiao quietly watched this scene. She gently waved her hand, and all the security guards in the building were taken away, so as not to disturb the silence in the living room.
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In the study room.
Minister Zou kept opening drawers everywhere, as if he was looking for something. Finally, he found a dusty cedar box in the corner.
He opened the box and took out a thick stick of grey tobacco. He clumsily held it with three fingers, but he could not find where he had put the lighter.
Because of his wife, the minister had not smoked for many years.
Xu Le saw this scene and felt a little complicated. He quickly walked forward and respectfully lit the cigarette for him.
After Minister Zou coughed twice, he quietly looked at the red light at the tip of the thick tobacco for a long time. In the end, he didn't smoke. He put the tobacco on the stone and let the light green smoke slowly release into the air.
"The first time I saw you was at Professor Shen's funeral in Xinghe Cemetery. It was raining that day, under a big tree. I told you, since you took the initiative to be the scapegoat, you should do it well. "
Minister Zou looked up, his eyes calm but full of pressure. "Under a tree on a rainy day, it is easy to be struck by lightning. It seems that my trust in you from the beginning was not very reliable."
"I understand, so as long as Yuzi is willing, I can keep on being the scapegoat. But you should know that I can only be the scapegoat, and have nothing to do with the scapegoat, "Xu Le explained in a low voice.
"But the problem is that the scapegoat is not the style I like." Zou Yingxing thought of the person on the sofa downstairs, and his eyes became cold. He said, "And reckless and brave to the point of being an idiot."
"Shi Qinghai is my friend. Although he used to be a bit of a playboy, I can assure you that he will be the best husband if he is determined." Xu Le looked back at him and said seriously, "And after all, he is Liu Huo's father. No one can change that."
Department Head Zou did not reply immediately. A thick sense of mockery appeared on his face as he said, "One of the most successful spies in Green Dragon Mountain. He dared to assassinate Macklin with you. This kind of person … is it possible to be confirmed? The daughter of the Federation's Minister of Defense can marry this kind of person? "
"I am not surprised that the Minister of Defense would know a lot of information when he heard the name Shi Qinghai." Xu Le tried to ease the tension in the study, and said with a dry laugh, "But at least this proves that he is indeed an outstanding person."
"It is not the Minister of Defense who is investigating him, but a father." Zou Yingxing's voice sounded a little emotional. "An anti-government spy who plays the violin every day outside the walls of the West Mountain compound. If he still can't figure out what is going on, it can only be said that this father has failed in his duty."
Xu Le was shocked and then fell silent. Only now did he know that the Minister had already determined who Liu Huo's father was. Speaking of which, although no one other than the two parties involved and Xu Le knew about the sudden drunken incident on that snowy night in Linhai, with the Minister of Defense's monstrous power, it wasn't very difficult to find those minute traces after some suspicion.
"I will not agree to this matter, because I do not want my daughter to marry a playboy, a spy, a playboy spy who can die at any time!" Minister Zou rebuked in a low voice, leaving no room for doubt.
Xu Le did not have time to say more good words for Mr Shi before he heard the Minister's cold and simple last word.
"Get out."
Xu Le was silent, and walked out of the study with his head down. He finally understood where Zou Yu's fierce temperament came from. The Minister's highly respected scholarly image was just a facade.
Zou Yingxing watched Xu Le's back as he walked out of the study. His anger subsided a little, and he could not help but feel a little complicated. The image of a young man carrying a pot and walking forward with a smile appeared in his mind. He felt very regretful.
A minute later, Xu Le and Shi Qinghai were kicked out of the door by a group of soldiers. Zou Yu, wearing a red windbreaker, leaned against the door and smiled, holding a cup of green tea in her hand.
At this time, the phone in Xu Le's hand rang. He shouted angrily, "Speak."
The caller was Gu Xifeng, but the one crying on the other end of the phone was Da Vinci. They had been kicked out of the house by Xiao Shisan's father with an alloy shower head. What made Da Vinci sad and happy was that Xiao Shisan's sister was very delicate.
Xu Le hung up the phone and glanced at Mr Shi, who was beside him with a gloomy expression. He could not help but feel depressed. Both sides of the marriage proposal were not going well.
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