Chapter 32 She is no longer Wen Qing’s fiancée

"Hello, Captain!"

Jia Zheng straightened his back instantly, snapped his heels together, and stood straighter than when he was taking the assessment for new recruits, even holding his breath.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples.

When did Wen Yanxi come?

Jia Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, his mind frantically thinking about how to save the situation, but he heard Wen Yanxi say calmly: "Practice an extra set."

Just two words, so light and airy, but they made Jia Zheng's eyes go dark.

It’s over, he’s lost his lunch break today!

“…” The air around them froze instantly.

The soldiers who were originally watching held their breath, shrank their necks and moved backwards, wishing they could embed themselves into the bark of the tree.

Some people even quietly pushed their military caps down, trying to cover half of their faces, as if Wen Yanxi wouldn't be able to see them that way.

"You too."

Wen Yanxi's dark eyes slowly swept across the crowd. Although his mouth was at a temperature of 37 degrees, the words that came out of it made people feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

After saying that, Wen Yanxi turned and left.

It was not until his figure walked away that the frozen air began to flow again.

"No! I don't want to increase the training..." The wailing sounds one after another exploded in an instant.

Jia Zheng had a sad face, but he still bravely chased after Wen Yanxi: "Captain..."

"What's wrong?" Wen Yanxi paused and looked over with a cold look.

"Uh..." Jia Zheng immediately felt his throat tighten, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Don't spread these things in the army anymore." Wen Yanxi lowered his voice, but it was still cold.

"I understand!" Jia Zheng nodded hurriedly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "I understand!"

He had read Chen Zhaoyue's engagement letter and knew that she had a special identity.

So Wen Yanxi didn't want to cause trouble for his nephew, and Jia Zheng could understand this very well.

"But..." He looked around, moved closer, and continued in a low voice, "Although Comrade Xiao Shen is Wen Qing's fiancée, her background..."

"She's not his fiancée anymore." Wen Yanxi suddenly interrupted him, frowning unhappily.

"Ah?" Jia Zheng choked suddenly, his eyes widening.

He blinked in confusion at first, then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

Sure enough, he knew it!

This marriage may not be successful, but I didn’t expect it to be cancelled so soon?

To make his position clear, Jia Zheng nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, that's right. After all, he's the commander's grandson, so his marriage must be handled with caution..."

Wen Yanxi's eyes suddenly darkened, and a layer of frost seemed to condense in his dark pupils.

Jia Zheng was shocked and stopped talking, not daring to say anything more.

"Add two more sets of training!" Wen Yanxi said coldly and turned away.

Jia Zheng stood there in a daze, his face looking as if he had been struck by lightning: "Two... two groups..."

He scratched his hair in confusion, completely unable to understand what he had said wrong.

I was clearly helping the team leader analyze the situation, so why did I get into trouble instead?

Unfair!

Master Qingtang, he is more wronged than Dou E!

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Chen Zhaoyue finished breakfast at home and leaned lazily on the chair.

Since there was no one at home, she had nothing to worry about.

"Johnny, come out and wash the dishes." Chen Zhaoyue let Johnny out of the space.

Suddenly, a slight ripple appeared in the air, like a stone breaking the calm surface of the water, and Johnny's figure appeared beside her out of thin air.

As soon as it stood firm and found itself in an unfamiliar environment, it immediately automatically entered scanning mode.

Gray brick walls, old wooden tables, and even the windows are wooden frames with glass.

Is this house really for people to live in?

When has the lady of this family ever lived in such a shabby house!

"Miss!" Its voice suddenly rose, and its palms slapped against its chest. "How did you end up in this place?"

Johnny's electronic eyes flashed wildly, and his voice trembled: "Did the master fail in his investment and go bankrupt? Or was the Shen family framed? I will activate the emergency protocol now!"

Chen Zhaoyue was amused by its exaggerated reaction and gently tapped its forehead with his fingertips: "Be quiet, this is 1966."

"1...1966" Johnny's processor nearly crashed.

After spending a full three minutes processing the timeline data, Johnny looked at the house in front of him again, still feeling disgusted: "Miss, you can buy a better house. This one is too old!"

It carefully poked the slightly mottled wall with its finger: "This wall paint is about to fall into my circuit board!"

“Then you’re not far from being scrapped.” Shen Zhaoyue said with a smile, crossing her legs.

Johnny's mechanical head immediately drooped, his electronic eyes switching to wavy lines of grievance: "Miss, why are you like this? Am I not your favorite Qiang?"

“But you were just complaining about my future husband’s house.” Chen Zhaoyue blinked innocently.

Johnny turned his neck mechanically, his electronic eyes constantly focusing and losing focus, just like the pupils of a human being trembling when frightened.

"Future husband?!" Suddenly, its electronic eyes exploded with red exclamation marks.

"Warning! Warning! System overload!"

Chen Zhaoyue: “?”

Johnny's voice suddenly rose an octave: "Miss, when did you..."

Shen Zhaoyue slowly picked up the enamel cup and took a sip of water, looking at Johnny's appearance, it was a bit novel.

As expected of a robot developed at a huge cost, the emotional feedback is so realistic.

"Don't get excited~" She tapped her fingertips on the table, her voice lazily soothing, "It's going to rain, and I'm getting married. Isn't this a very normal thing?"

"But...but Miss..." its voice system chirped, "You clearly said that men would only affect your acupuncture speed!"

"Ahem..." Chen Zhaoyue coughed twice upon hearing this, and casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "That's because I haven't met anyone I like."

Now, she wants to try a relationship where she gets married first and then falls in love!

When traveling through time, you have to go crazy!

Looking at Chen Zhaoyue's expression, Johnny's voice system, which had just stabilized, stuttered again: "Miss! Are you afraid that you have been possessed?"

"Stop talking nonsense and go wash the dishes." Chen Zhaoyue flicked its head.

This robot is good in every way, except that it's too dramatic.

Johnny felt wronged, but he still had to work first.

It cleared the dishes and took them into the kitchen.

"The faucet is still manually turned... The stove doesn't even have a smart temperature control... What's so good about this man..." Johnny muttered dissatisfiedly while washing.

If it were to say, this man is not worthy of its lady at all, and its lady deserves the best man in the world!

Before even seeing the host, Johnny had already given Wen Yanxi several crosses.

Chen Zhaoyue was outside listening to it muttering and couldn't help laughing.

Even though Johnny was just a robot, he made her feel like one of her family, which was pretty good.

After Johnny finished cleaning it up, Shen Zhaoyue raised his hand and waved it back into the space.

She changed her clothes and prepared to go to the staff quarters to get familiar with the place.

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The family housing estates in the north cover a vast area and are so spacious that you can hear the echo of the wind passing through the buildings.

Although it is a family area, it is full of the unique regularity of a military area.

The distance between each building is 50 meters. The yard is as flat as if it was measured with a ruler. Even the clotheslines are stretched straight, casting neat shadows in the sun.

The sunlight poured down, coating the entire courtyard with a layer of golden warmth.

In the yard, several military wives were rolling up their sleeves to dry sheets. When they saw Chen Zhaoyue coming, they all paused in their movements.