Only I Understand His Tenderness

72

<Only I understand his tenderness

Chapter 72
Zhang Wu Lin was stunned for a moment, and looked in disbelief at the captain who had been training him expressionlessly.

At this time, the coldness on his face faded, and his expression was light.

Lu Zhuo Feng's image in front of others was too resolute and hard-tempered. The recruits in the team were most afraid of him.

Zhang Wu Lin really couldn't imagine what the man in front of him looked like.

He was so "sad as hell".

His mind twitched and he asked: "You are so sad. Captain, will you cry?"

After asking, he regretted it.

Lu Zhuo Feng lowered his face and said coldly: "Cry for me?"

Zhang Wu Lin scratched his head and was about to speak when he heard a soft sound coming from behind -

"Captain, I also want to know if you will cry?"

Zhang Wu Lin froze and turned back blankly.

Ming Zhu stood behind them, her eyebrows arched, her lips red and teeth white as she smiled.

Lu Zhuo Feng chuckled and patted Zhang Wu Lin on the shoulder: "Okay, you go to eat first and train for an extra hour in the evening. If the situation is like today, we can increase it again. There is no limit."

Zhang Wu Lin accepted the punishment: "Yes."

Wait until people leave.

Lu Zhuo Feng walked over, gathered her scarf, and touched her face, "Why don't you go to the cafeteria and wait for me?"

Ming Zhu looked up at him, "You haven't answered my question yet."

He hooked her shoulders and lowered his head with a smile: "I didn't cry. Are you disappointed?"

Ming Zhu shook her head, "I don't think you will cry either."

No matter how sad he is, he won’t cry.

Lu Zhuo Feng smiled, smoothed her hair, and led her out of the training ground.

In fact, it's more than enough.

Back then, Lu Zhuo Feng was leaning on the hospital bed and occasionally heard her voice outside the door and saw her pushing Ming Zheng for a walk downstairs.

Grandma and Grandma Xu came to his ward several times.

When he decided to let go, he asked Han Jing to take care of her. He moved from the hospital bed to the window.

That day, Ming Zhu still pushed Ming Zheng downstairs and walked around.

The man from the Academy of Military Sciences stood next to her, lowering his head and chatting with her with a smile.

He looked at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand towards Han Jing, "Give me a cigarette."

Han Jing was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

He didn't know what he was having trouble with.

People were coming and going downstairs, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

He just cursed: "You are so injured and you still smoke? You still want to smoke? Don’t want to die?”

Lu Zhuo Feng looked at Ming Zhu's frowning look, and his eyes suddenly turned red. When he really wanted to let go, the feeling of cramps and bone peeling was nothing more than this.