Chapter 31 The iron tree has blossomed, Wen Yanxi is getting married?

Bai Jiang suddenly looked up, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

He stared at Wen Yanxi's unchanging icy face, then lowered his head and repeatedly checked the signature on the report.

The three words "Wen Yanxi" are indeed written at the signature, and the handwriting is correct!

That……

Could it be that Wen Yanxi was stolen?

The person standing in front of him now must not be Wen Yanxi himself!

"This..." Bai Jiang's voice changed, like a rooster with its neck strangled.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously before looking up again and carefully scanning the man in front of him from head to toe.

His military uniform was meticulously dressed, his collar badge was straight, and his expression was as grim as ever. It was indeed the real Wen Yanxi.

Was this thing really given to him by Wen Yanxi?

Maybe he got up too early today and is still dreaming?

"You..." Bai Jiang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Did you give me the wrong file?"

Wen Yanxi didn't even raise an eyebrow: "No."

"Then what is this thing of yours?" Bai Jiang was really surprised.

"Marriage report, can't the political commissar read?"

Bai Jiang: "..."

I recognize it!

It's because I recognize it that I feel it's so weird!

"Whatever needs to be reviewed, I'm ready to cooperate at any time." Wen Yanxi's tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"..." Bai Jiang took a deep breath and looked at him with an extremely complicated expression: "If you are kidnapped, just blink."

At the same time, he was full of curiosity about this woman who could force Wen Yanxi to marry him.

"No." Wen Yanxi still looked indifferent, without blinking at all.

Oh, did he misunderstand?

Thinking that Wen Yanxi usually had a dead look on her face, Bai Jiang silently apologized to the woman she had misunderstood.

"Is that the sun rising from the west?" Bai Jiang couldn't help but stand up.

He walked around Wen Yanxi and exclaimed in amazement: "Oh my! Our Great King Wen is getting married?"

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Everyone in the entire military region knows that Wen Yanxi is a notorious "iron tree that never blooms."

Last time, the most beautiful girl in the art troupe gave him a love letter, but he told everyone in front of the entire company not to disturb their training, which made the girl cry for three days.

"It seems that there is no rule in the army that prohibits marriage." Wen Yanxi said coldly, his voice sounded like it came out of an ice cellar, and the temperature in the office dropped by several degrees.

Although he had never thought about getting married in this life, Bai Jiang's reaction was indeed a bit impolite, right?

"..." Bai Jiang was choked by him and rolled his eyes, almost suffocating.

He really deserved it. He was so naive to think that this thousand-year-old piece of ice was going to get married and that he could even joke about it!

After holding onto the corner of the table for a long time, Bai Jiang finally found his voice: "No... Yanxi, you..."

He pointed at the marriage report with trembling fingers, as if pointing at something dangerous: "This is too sudden!"

Just last week, before Wen Yanxi left the army for leave, he was like an ascetic monk who had cut off all emotions and love.

The atmosphere on the training ground was so seductive that even the newly arrived military dogs didn't dare approach him.

How many days have you been back home?

When he came back, he even signed the marriage certificate. The change was so fast that it was like he had completely changed his mind.

"I want to ask..." Bai Jiang couldn't help but confirm the report date again, "Could it be that your family is so desperate that you just found a random girl out of desperation?"

He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. With Wen Yanxi's personality, who could force him?

Even Wen Qimin can't do it!

What puzzled Bai Jiang even more was that he hadn't heard of Wen Yanxi going on a blind date recently...

Ever since he messed up the blind date that Wen Qimin had carefully arranged:

The specific process remains one of the ten unsolved mysteries of the military region. All we know is that the girl who came for a blind date ran away crying.

After that, matchmakers within a hundred miles would take a detour when they saw him.

Watching Bai Jiang performing a one-man show here alone, Wen Yanxi frowned.

"Political Commissar," he rapped his knuckles on the edge of the table twice, his voice colder than the whistle during morning training, "Do you approve it?"

Bai Jiang was amused by his businesslike manner and deliberately drew out his tone: "Tsk tsk, when did our Captain Wen become so anxious?"

He slowly twirled his pen and smiled cheerfully, "I can tell you're inexperienced. There's a process for getting married."

Having said that, Bai Jiang happily sat back behind his desk.

He leaned back in his chair, but his eyes were always glued to Wen Yanxi's face, as if he wanted to record every subtle expression of his.

"But then again, if you're so anxious, why don't you just ask the Commander for his signature? With your rank, wouldn't it be enough if the Commander just gave him special approval?"

"Avoid suspicion." Wen Yanxi's voice remained calm: "Her identity is sensitive."

"What do you mean?" Bai Jiang keenly noticed that his Adam's apple rolled, and driven by curiosity, he began to read the report again.

When he saw the words "Chen Zhaoyue" followed by "Shanghai Shen family, former industrial and commercial capitalists", his pupils suddenly shrank.

He hissed thoughtfully, "You...really need a thorough review."

Wen Yanxi's jawline was tense, but this was the necessary procedure.

"Well," he nodded, "You are familiar with the process, you can do it as you wish."

After saying that, he turned and left.

It wasn't until the office door slammed shut that Bai Jiang came to his senses. He shook his head and muttered, "It's rare enough for a cypress tree to bloom, but he actually found a capitalist's daughter..."

Although the identity of a capitalist is indeed sensitive at this time, since Commander Wen didn't say anything, it's not a big problem. Just go through the necessary procedures.

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On the training ground, the scorching sun scorched the concrete ground, and the heat waves distorted the vision in the distance.

Jia Zheng was squatting under the shade of a tree, with sweat stains on the back of his military uniform.

But this did not dampen Jia Zheng's desire to share.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and started gesticulating with his hands, his saliva almost spraying on his comrades' faces.

"You didn't see it," he lowered his voice, like a storyteller: "The girl just flipped her finger like this..."

He made a needle-picking motion as he spoke: "A flash of silver light, and the needle went in just as smoothly! The enemy agent's eyes immediately widened, and he seemed to have lost his soul, answering whatever I asked!"

Before they knew it, a crowd of people had gathered around, and their comrades were listening with their eyes wide open.

"Is this true?" a young man couldn't help but interrupt, "Can acupuncture be used for interrogation? Your story is too far-fetched!"

"Bullshit!" Jia Zheng slapped his thigh. "I saw it with my own eyes. The girl is in the family compound right now. Who knows, you might see her someday!"

Thinking of Chen Zhaoyue, Jia Zheng couldn't help but smack his lips, his eyes suddenly wandering: "She is so beautiful, especially her eyes..."

"Come on!" another veteran scoffed. "She's beautiful and knows how to interrogate with acupuncture. Jia Zheng, are you trying to scare us with this fairy from your dreams?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone burst into laughter.

It was really because Jia Zheng made the matter sound too miraculous - the enemy confessed with just a flash of a silver needle... This was not acupuncture at all, it was clearly witchcraft!

It was the first time that the soldiers heard of such a bizarre thing and they didn't quite believe it.

"It's true! You..." Jia Zheng was so anxious that he jumped up and down, the veins on his neck were popping out. He was about to shout in retort when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, like a prey being targeted by a poisonous snake.

He turned around suddenly and met Wen Yanxi's dark eyes - those eyes were colder than the snowy field at minus thirty degrees Celsius, and Jia Zheng shivered all over.

"Leader...Leader?"

Oh my god, why is the captain suddenly looking at me like this?