C8 (1/2)

Mei Chuanqi's gaze moved from the straight back to the identity card on the table.

He walked over, and after confirming that the identity card was his, he picked up the identity card. As he turned around to leave, he glanced at the soldier standing in front of his desk.

When he saw the other party's face, he stopped in his tracks.

Wasn't this soldier the man on the magnetically levitated car?

What a coincidence!

After having been separated for just a few hours, they met again.

”Is it that shameful?” The man suddenly asked.

”Huh?” Mei Chuanqi was startled for a moment, but quickly understood what the man meant. He couldn't help but touch the mask and sunglasses on his face.

Just then, the worker who went through the divorce procedures for Mei Chuanqi and his wife walked over to the man and greeted respectfully: ”Colonel, hello, I'm a worker here, my name is Wang Zhiye.”

Mei Chuanqi looked at the man in surprise. Even if the man had half of his face was covered by the sunglasses, he could not hide his youthful aura. He was probably only in his early twenties.

I didn't expect him to be a colonel at such a young age.

However, the lifespan of most people right now is around 300. Even if they are 70 or 80 years old, their appearance is only 30 or 40 years old. Thus, it is impossible to judge their age and ability by their appearance.

The man passed his identity card to Wang Zhiye: ”Sorry for troubling you.”

Wang Zhiye received the identity card and laughed: ”It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome at all. However, please take off your sunglasses so that I can verify your identity.”

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing his deep black pupils. His sharp gaze made Wang Zhiye feel intimidated.

Mei Chuanqi was stunned when he saw the man's handsome face!

This face was very, very familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

”Up...” ”Colonel, are you sure you want to …” Wang Zhiye paused for a moment, seeing Mei Chuanqi who was looking at the man in a daze, he continued: Married?

The man looked at Mei Chuanqi and nodded: ”En.”

Wang Zhiye was unable to meet sharp eyes for too long, he hurriedly shifted his gaze back onto Mei Chuanqi, and took out the identity card in Mei Chuanqi's hand. With an extremely unkind tone, he said: ”No need to ask, you're willing to do the same.”

Mei Chuanqi regained his senses, ”Ah? What would you like? ”