Zhang Yong is dreaming.

plain. wilderness.

Desperately chasing after a cheongsam beauty...

The opponent ran staggeringly, very panicked. His hair was flying like blue silk.

Vaguely, the other person turned around in horror, feeling as if he had seen him somewhere before.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Little beauty, you can't run away. You are mine. Just stay at ease...

We are about to catch up...

He grabbed the other person's cheongsam and tore it open.

Ha ha……

Got it!

Suddenly, a large group of armed soldiers appeared nearby.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at him.

ah……

Suddenly I broke into a cold sweat.

It was as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff for an instant.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Gunshots were fired.

He fell into darkness...

Then suddenly he woke up.

ah……

Have nightmares.

It turned out to be a nightmare...

Open your eyes.

I saw a beautiful woman in cheongsam standing in front of me. She had a pretty face and a slim figure.

sluggish……

Huh? How could she?

Rubbing his eyes subconsciously.

Wasn't I having a nightmare? Didn't I wake up? How could she?

At this moment, my mind was extremely clear.

I remembered, she was the female reporter, Song Ziyu’s colleague.

It seemed that Song Ziyu had sent her here before. It was at the Songhu battlefield. She hadn't been seen since.

I didn't expect that she would actually appear here. Could it be that she hasn't woken up from the dream yet?

Reach out and pinch the other person's face.

It's not touching. It's pinching. A very strong pinch.

Make sure it's a dream.

What?

Why don't you pinch yourself?

It hurts when you pinch yourself, right? Of course it hurts when you pinch someone else.

"Well..."

The other party immediately groaned.

Her beautiful cheeks were twisted, and her mouth made a painful gasp.

oh……

It doesn't seem like a dream.

It feels good in the hand. It also knows how to feel pain.

However, we need to check it further.

He pulled the beauty in cheongsam over and kissed her lips heavily.

If it's a dream, of course it's okay.

If it's not a dream, then it's okay. The most you can get is a slap.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone next to him. However, he didn't mind. Even if Chiang Kai-shek was there, the most he would do was scold him.

result……

"Zhang Shaolong, don't act recklessly."

Didn't get slapped.

The other party just struggled hard and blushed.

There are three parts of shyness, three parts of resistance, three parts of caring and one part of desire in the eyes?

Zhang Yong:……

I'm convinced. It's not a dream.

The other person's lips are warm and moist. This is something you can't feel in dreams.

So let go.

"I'm sorry. I lost my temper. It's all my fault."

Instantly sanctimonious.

Apologize after doing bad things. Standard scumbag template.

"you……"

The beauty in the cheongsam blushed, lowered her head, and walked away. But she didn't go far.

Zhang Yong then looked around and found that everyone else had their backs turned to him.

So what...

Just get used to it.

I am hopeless. You must not imitate me.

Otherwise, don't blame me if you get slapped and slapped all over your face.

"Ahem."

Cleared his throat.

Remind everyone that I'm done.

"Hello, Commissioner Zhang, please introduce yourself. I am Du Yun, a reporter from the Central News Agency."

"Tzuyu sent you here?"

"No. I asked for it myself."

"Come here?"

"It's an honor. From now on, I will be your full-time reporter. Please give me your advice."

"Full-time reporter?"

"Yes. Report everything about you."

"Are you a spy sent by the Japanese invaders?"

"Isn't the commissioner best at catching Japanese spies? What are you worried about?"

"Then what..."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

Some random thoughts flashed through my mind.

Finished...

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

I think about things I shouldn’t think about all day long. It’s so vulgar.
To be continued...