The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Not only is she taller, she has also matured a lot, and even her eyes have become very calm.

Handsome, handsome, and tall, he pushed open the glass door of the cafe and walked in, receiving the eyes of countless little girls along the way.

"I have good eyesight. I can tell at a glance that I am ten centimeters taller." After not seeing each other for a year and a half, Yang Heng originally thought that they would feel strange to each other, but when she smiled at him, he knew he was wrong.

There is no strangeness, only the joy of reuniting friends.

Song Zhiqiu, who came with him, was about to pull out the chair and sit opposite Ye Jian, when Yang Heng pushed his shoulder directly, and was pushed to the seat inside unexpectedly.

"Brother, you are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge! Without me, how could you contact Ye Jian!" Song Zhiqiu, who staggered to the seat inside, complained directly to Ye Jian, "Ye Jian, my brother is not kind, you have to leave Stay away from him."

"He just returned home last night. If my grandma hadn't stopped him, he would have come to my house to quarrel with me in the middle of the night. When he came to my house today to celebrate the New Year, the first thing he said to me was to ask me to contact you as soon as possible. See you now." Just push me away, how unkind you say this!"

He said it was a complaint, but he actually wanted to tell Ye Jian how anxious his brother was to see her.

Both Yang Heng and Ye Jian understood the meaning of the words. After smiling at each other, Yang Heng patted his cousin on the shoulder and sighed, "My relationship with Ye Jian is not what you imagined. I have a girlfriend. Now, don't say anything that will misunderstand my girlfriend."

"Song Zhiqiu, you don't have the potential to be a matchmaker." Ye Jian laughed. She misunderstood her relationship with Yang Heng since the beginning of school, and she still misunderstood, "You don't even know that your brother has a girlfriend, and you are a good brother. fail."

It wasn't until Song Zhiqiu saw the photos in Yang Heng's wallet with his own eyes that he really believed that his cousin really didn't care about Ye Jian.

Yang Heng, who was drinking coffee, looked at his friend whom he hadn't seen for a year and a half, with a deep smile on his handsome face. He really didn't care about Ye Jian from the very beginning, because...he knew himself.

Ye Jian said that he had matured, so why didn't she too.

The high school girl who almost gave him a shoulder fall in the past is even more outstanding than before. She faintly reveals the majesty of a soldier, and she doesn't crooked like them when she sits. upright posture.

The demeanor of the whole body is even more astonishing. Even in casual clothes, people dare not look at him too much, and he has a natural military might.

Although Ruhua's eyebrows are clear and cold, but the brows are stretched, it can be seen that she has lived a good life for more than a year. That's right, she was admitted to the school she wanted, and with her ability, she must be able to live like a fish in water. Such a school life will naturally make her feel good.

This was the Ye Jian he knew, a Ye Jian who could shine brilliantly no matter where she was. This kind of Ye Jian, this kind of girl... He still said that, ordinary people can just be friends with her if they are sensible, and don't even think about chasing her.

Otherwise, you will make yourself very unconfident!

"Why do you keep looking at me? Don't you know me?" Ye Jian returned the photo of his girlfriend, and joked: "Don't say that I am not as beautiful as your mixed-race girlfriend, or I will be very embarrassed."

Yang Heng's girlfriend is a mixed-race beauty with profound facial features and half of Chinese blood. She is not only beautiful but also very temperamental. She is highly recognizable. After seeing the photos, Song Zhiqiu was still sighing, "Cousin, your girlfriend is so beautiful."