He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Yanzhi made a "thump" in his heart. How could he still admire Zhou Nan's appearance? He stretched out his hand and pulled at the neckline, then stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Zhou Nan just sat in his chair like this, his temperature and breath still remained, as if embraced by his breath, Zhou Nan's ears couldn't help but feel a little warm.

Gu Yanzhi was also a little irritable. He touched a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and lit it.

He does not smoke in front of girls, but in front of boys, he has always had no scruples. Zhou Nan is a little sensitive to the smell of smoke, so he coughed softly, and Gu Yanzhi said indifferently: "Can't smell the smoke?"

Zhou Nan hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, head, you smoke."

Gu Yanzhi continued to smoke. In his eyes, boys shouldn't be so picky, but the elders should be rough. Zhou Nan is too fine, so he has to train him.

Look again, she was wearing a long-sleeved cotton T-shirt, and she was still thin and weak. One of Gu Yan frowned while breathing out cigarettes, thinking that Zhou Nan’s training intensity is not weaker than others, and she can’t get strong no matter how hard she trains. What about your muscles?

Reminiscing about Zhou Nan’s hidden illness again, Gu Yanzhi squinted his eyes...

Approximately, it is really a defect in some aspect of the body, and there is more sympathy in the eyes when I look at it.

The light was getting dim, and Zhou Nan's thin and thin body compared to him was trapped in a large chair. Her expression was serious, her finger kept clicking the mouse, and the page kept switching. Various data sheets and pictures showed his profession. .

Gu Yanzhi took a cup of warm water from the water dispenser with a disposable paper cup and put it at Zhou Nan's hand.

After all, he is so miserable. As a leader, he still needs to give some condolences.

When the water cup was placed by Zhou Nan, his eyes were facing each other, Zhou Nan was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. What is the head of the...

Gu Yanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you thirsty?"

The group leader poured water for her. She didn't dare not to be thirsty. When she touched the cup, it turned out to be warm water. She was a little bit empty. It was only early autumn. How could a man drink warm water?

Gu Yanzhi was a little hairy by Zhou Nan's eyes, deliberately stiffly: "Aren't you restoring your body?"

Zhou Nan's eyes flashed, and it should be impossible to spot the group leader.

She thought with some trepidation, if the regiment leader found out, how would he react? She should be kicked out of the army immediately, after all, he is a very principled person.

She couldn't help shrinking her neck, and her hand holding the cup was still trembling.

Gu Yanzhi could see that he felt even more sympathetic. This kid, his body is really weak. It's only September, and it's just 20 degrees Celsius, so he's so afraid of the cold, shaking like this.

Zhou Nan drank the water in the cup tremblingly, and continued to look at the computer. When he raised his eyes, there was a distinct hand on the side of the table and knocked on the tabletop: "Go to dinner first, and then work later."

"Head, I'm okay."

The commander's eyes made her feel a little creepy. She didn't dare to get too close to the commander. The closer she got, the easier it was to discover her secrets.

Gu Yanzhi said, "You have to eat it when it's time to eat dinner. The body is the capital of the revolution. Let's go."

After speaking, a hand was still pressed on his shoulder.

Gu Yanzhi's thinking is that this body is indeed a little weak, unlike ordinary men, it is indeed pitiful.