The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

"Is the room bad? No, auntie will change your room immediately." She walked up to Ye Jian, smiled and said kindly: "You are all guests, we have to let you sleep comfortably in the hotel."

This is a strong woman who handles affairs quickly, Ye Jian quickly collected her expression, and said politely: "No, no, I have something to go to the airport, so I woke up early, I slept well, I am not used to it at all .”

She could fall asleep anywhere, but the hotel security staff sent a special soldier over and woke her up at 3:30 in the morning.

"To Jiyang? That's just right. I'm going to pick up someone at the airport too, and I'll take my car there." Mr. Song, who has delicate makeup, smiled heartily. She should have just woken up, with thin bloodshot eyes, "Work The staff picked up the car for me, let’s go, wait outside.”

Then he turned to the front desk and said, "Xiao Fang, prepare me two breakfasts, one with coffee and one with fresh milk."

At such a time, if she rides in a car, Ye Jian's indifferent face is filled with joy, and she quickly thanks: "Thank you Mr. Song, then I'll be more polite." In this way, she doesn't have to wait until five o'clock to get a ride at the Caesar Hotel, and she can Get the uniform back in advance.

"Oh, you child, you can just call me auntie, why do you call me Mr. Song?" Mr. Song couldn't help laughing with a bit of sternness between his brows. This child is really polite, "Don't blame me for deciding to go OK, let's go, the car is coming."

Yang Heng, Aunt Song, is a divorced strong woman. She divorced eight years ago and her daughter was handed over to her husband. Now she is going to pick up her daughter who has not seen her for more than two years and has returned from France.

The car drove up, and Ye Jian's eyes fell on the sky-high priced red Ferrari in 1997. She yawned several times when she saw Aunt Song. Ye Jian, who originally wanted to say that she could drive to the airport, closed her eyes silently. Mouth.

"Auntie, didn't you have a good rest last night?" Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Ye Jian couldn't help asking a few more questions. When she was training with the auto soldiers, the instructor said the most "don't drive when fatigued".

Seeing Aunt Song who looked quite tired and kept yawning, Ye Jian was still a little uneasy. Driving when tired is not good.

Mr. Song started the car with a smile, and drove the car slowly into the entrance of the lobby, "I haven't slept all night, are you afraid that I can't drive well? Then don't worry, I still have this skill."

"I didn't sleep for several nights in a row before, and I was still able to drive steadily." Mr. Song's driving level was really good all the way, but every time she yawned deeply, Ye Jian felt a little nervous.

When the auto soldiers arrange night training, if they are really tired, they eat hot peppers to refresh themselves, apply cool oil to fight fatigue, and use any hard methods to keep their brains awake all the way.

But Mr. Song and the others are different. It is impossible to use such a ruthless method to refresh themselves. Driving so tired all the way will definitely cause problems.

Ye Jian didn't care about the value of the car any more, and simply smiled and said, "Aunt Song, let me drive. It takes an hour to get to the airport. I'll drive. Would you like to sit and rest?"

Ye Jian had just finished speaking when a bright light suddenly shone from the opposite side. This was not the bright light of a small car, but the bright light of a large truck rushing towards him.

Mr. Song, who hadn't had a good rest, could not help but squinted his eyes when he was hit by the bright light. He hadn't realized what happened in front of him.